I think that scene was supposed to tie into the whole generational gap anxiety that seeped into almost every other sub-plot - - - that "we're worried about you" quote of Don's.  The dad drawing his son into a prayer was another illustration of parents and elder figures trying to exert control over the trajectory of…

Betty clasped the spoon in her
fingers, those fingers that, once so slim and demure, now couched her brittle
bones like the fortress of ice that couched her barely beating heart. She had
finished her sundae. And she was not satisfied. She almost laughed at the
thought. “When will I ever be?” she almost whispered, before…

She knew, as perhaps she had always known, that Rachel was a strategist, a forward-thinker. But in her final, frantically blurred seconds of consciousness on this earth, Quinn could only think: "How could she know that I had picked the one bridesmaid's dress in all of Lima with the violet shading that stimulates…

Ouija board: "Anna, ditch limp-y, break up Mary and Matthew. All the Emmys." 

While I'll always love "Gosford", I realize Altman's rigorously off-hand approach to the written script had a lot to do with that sinister feeling. It's true that *spoiler-ish* Mirren's character caps her confession scene with that last jab - - "Didn't you hear me? I'm the perfect servant, I have no life", but I think…

What I find fascinating, and often frustrating, about this show is the way Fellowes' writing so often adopts the tone and rhythm of a novel FROM the Edwardian era. Whereas period dramas like 'Mad Men' or 'Boardwalk Empire' are written with a slightly more modern, progressive edge unlikely to have been popularly…

So said Mama as I attempted to sew a final thread to my plague-ridden sister's mud-brown cardigan. "Enough!" cried Mama, chest heaving, hands waving manically, "No more stitched patterns! You're too good for this Adrian! You're too good for this thread!" I lay down my sweater and shushed mama by applying a chloroform…

I was actually alluding to Ricky's secret adoration of the Roman Gods - - - in saying "Adios Mios", Ricky acknowledges that in lusting after a bland, inferior American high school teacher, he is saying farewell to the deities who until then had been the crux of his creative and sexual life. Apologies for the lack of…

Free Masonry! Baking! How to manufacture ten handbags to the hour! FOR IT IS GLEE TIME ALWAYS GLEE TIME

.  .  . of cock?

As Ricky Martin swept the chalkboard clean of another hour's worth of Spanish class work, his mind wandered once again to that horrifically awkward dance that Will Schuester had performed for his overgrown, lethally willing students in the choir room the day before. "Adios Mios," said Ricky out loud, "Do I, Ricky…

SOMEONE FORGOT THEIR SUITCASE.

Hammer's expression from 0:51-54 falls somewhere between over-emphatically lustful and "waiting to be filled with acting juice". 

"Where We Need To Talk About Kevin" sounds like a weird attempt to revive po-mo self-analysis within a film, in which Tilda Swinton and John C. Reilly spend an evening trying out different rooms in their spacious home in which to re-diiscover emotional associations with certain locations and objects which stimulate a…

NOT IN MY 2001 SCENARIO HE WASN'T. This is why I refrained from also squealing about the "Dad from "Malcolm in the Middle" " having a role, I knew I would be slaughtered by the jealous, pox-ridden AV Club elite for thinking I had forgotten about that other show.

Miramax Memories
This movie is such a nostalgia trip for the prestige pictures of the late 90's/early 00's. Matt Damon, Kate Winslet, Gwyneth Paltrow, Jude Law, Laurence Fishburne. They're all still big (though Jude's dusk draws near, the desperation in his tired, lightless eyes in this trailer betrays everything),…

Kenneth's Avery Impression . . .
. . . was a fun throwback to Jack's taking on every member of Tracy's ghetto apartment building (Season 2?) in order to restore Tracy to "normalcy".

I desperately crave a DVD compilation of all of Laura Linney's Masterpiece introductions. The actual shows, meh, I can do without. But her overly fierce monologues and awkwardly regal posture make life worth living.

P.S. Molly's filming.

When One Twin is Away . . .
I don't see a spoiler-y death - I simply see, in Ron's gentle caress, the resolution of a seriously tense romantic sub-plot that's been explicitly hinted at for the last six movies. Fuck canon, and fuck da' Granger girl. She can do better, anyways.