And it gets worse. Has anyone seen the commercials for this Robert DeNiro & Zac Efron Go to Spring Break movie, Dirty Grandpa? DeNiro is such a whore at this point, I expect him to start putting ads on Craig's List.

Did I even need to say it.

I think that silly "men can't be raped" thing will most likely be refined into a "men can't be raped by nice, upscale high school jocks" thing.

I'm surprisingly encouraged by the return of this bleak, sad show. I think now that John Ridley has essentially cleared his palette with the first season's more heavy-handed elements, he seems to have learned some restraint, and is also willing to take his story in some unexpected directions. Regina King's character,…

First of all, why is this show on MTV? A worst mix between show (road company Game of Thrones) and potential audience (I saw a clip on Ridiculousness of an orangutang drinking his own urine) I can't think of.

Brendan's mom, Barb, was a particularly fascinating person. An near-elemental figure of rage, Mountain Dew, and cigarette smoke.

The phone calls are one thing. But I also feel that I could diagram the Averys' auto scrap yard from memory.

I am not 100% in the tank on the subject of Stephen Avery's innocence. The idea that he could have been targeting Halbach is truly unsettling. What makes the potential of his innocence so feasible (along with the dodginess of some of the evidence), is the portrayal of most of the cops and prosecutors as a Rogues…

So I bought one of my sons a Teen Titans Go t-shirt about a month ago (they like the show, and it's takes up, like, 80% of Cartoon Network's schedule). I didn't really look at it when I bought it, but when he put it on for the first time, I noticed that the shirt only pictures the male characters.

Kurt Sutter's ongoing flame-out should be showing the Fox family the folly of these sweetheart deals. Should be.

I used to love Pizza Hut, but around here, Little Caesar's has been marginally better.

Ladies, gentlemen… Allow me to introduce you to Judd Apatow, the originator of the modern bloated, 2-hour-plus studio comedy.

Okay… First question: Why isn't this two hours long?

They all sort of have this vaguely familiar, semi-Australian look about them. I mean, is Joel Edgerton in this?

I've decided to wait for the trade, if I get it at all. That way, I'll know for sure it didn't fly into a million pieces.

To be honest, despite the marquee appeal of Clive Owen, the problem with the show continuing into a third season concerns a lot more than him. Increasingly, this past season, Thackeray's decline led to less and less meaningful interaction with the rest of the cast. He stayed out on his limb, regularly sawing it off.

I'm with you mourning for the fate of Algernon Edwards. An exceptionally acted, complicated character, repeatedly defined and undone by the times he lived in, along with his pride and anger. I'd like to think he continued to persevere, despite the appearance of such abject defeat. But what I've seen so far hasn't…

Wow. Just wow.

Well, Jesus, I never wanted Soderbergh to kill himself. That may play as big a role in the possibility of a season 3, as much as anything else.

There was some discussion of this point of view after the Leftovers finale, which I binged last Saturday, but I'm not sure I need the Knick to continue. It's an artful, effective show, to be sure. But the bleakness of the show is relentless.