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Will Smith is trying so hard to be Tom Hanks (earnest and sincere Oscar candidate) these days, that his movie selection criteria is really off. This movie sounds like pure crap. But it may be enough to get fans of This Is Us through the holidays.

I know, but better this than more Duggars.

A lot of people, especially women, tried to meet Lauryn Hill halfway with this overlong mess. I was a big fan, but I never could. Self-indulgence and rudimentary guitar playing just couldn't do it for me.

Some movies have an absurd tendency to convolute their plots with a lot of busywork. They think they're being sophisticated.

I can't believe no one said Independence Day: Resurgence! I mean, Roland Emmerich wasn't sanitizing and whitewashing crucial moments in history this year, but that movie realllly sucked.

I can't put these in any kind of order, but here they are:

Whereas Cranston would be expected to flog his (probably lame) comedy with James Franco somewhere, he could have skipped this sketch. While a couple of the jokes landed, the idea of milquetoast liberal Walter White finding common ground with Trump, or (God help me) Steve Bannon, was just as tin-eared as the idea that

Thank you, Spidey! These motherfuckers pump out headshots week after week on zombies, and choke when it finally means something.

Still a slog, but at least not one mired in a single location, with a small cast of characters. Was that so hard? Could you do that again?

While I agree that the response to this story on Twitter was absurdly overblown (Imagine that!), J Law's strenuous efforts to make herself appear to be good-humored and approachable ceased to be endearing a long time ago.

If they want a name for these guys besides Team Arrow, DC does retain the copyright to the name "the Losers."

Great action this episode. The flashback fight on the escalator was really good, as I'm secretly afraid of getting a leg or something chewed up on one of them. More hazard pay for the stuntmen there.

Last week, I thought, after Stein and Jax owned up about the Barry message, and Barry told everyone about Flashpoint, "Well, I hope they're done keeping secrets from each other." But, OF COURSE, they're not.

I thought that when Seagal got his long-awaited Russian citizenship, we'd be spared crap like this from now on.

William's really a superhero, and he's doing the Superhero Raspy Thing with his voice.

Another reason to hate the sneaker-upper is that, having the subject of an SNL impersonation on hand for the impersonation, always blunts the laughs. I remember the first time Bayer did Rachel, and I laughed at her unforgettable flinch when she encountered something she was totally unfamiliar with (Michael Che, i.e.,

You are so incredibly disgusting, that I, I…

Since Josh Homme of Queens of the Stone Age was going to be on Talking Dead last night, I briefly hoped that Carl might sing No One Knows or Feel Good Hit of the Summer.

First of all, it's never a mark of a TV show's best days, when they insist on regularly producing absurdly padded, slackly paced episodes that test their audience's patience. If anything, these episodes are made primarily for their network, who sees that the end is near, and is trying to squeeze a little more ad money

I remember reading an article, back in the spring, that reported that Trump supporters were voting for him, despite what they felt was the total unliklihood of him keeping a lot of his campaign promises. A number of them stated that they knew he wouldn't build a wall to keep out Mexicans, but they were just glad he