Oh. Well, that sounds pretty fucking fantastic—and spot-on regarding the family. Mayhap I should be seeing this shitz. Thanks for the review.

My take on the wife was that she was kidnapped and forced into this horror, and she's smiling at the end out of total fuck-it-can-you-believe-my-day. Which might've worked for me if their collective humanity were a little more present—her desire to save her son, his desire to kill this fucking thing and get back to…

I never read McCarthy anymore. Whenever I do I lose all will to make art, all interest in my friends' art, all memory that there is other art to think about. If I read this essay a week before Star Wars comes out I'll probably forget to go see it. Some things are too good for our own good.

This is great, by the way; I've never had anyone to discuss this film with. Much thanks.

Agreed that the pretexts were manufactured; his descent is a carefully curated one. And I like the predestination/free will combo here, where forces are conspiring to bring him down but he makes every choice on the way. But his doom only feels horrific to me if he has something to lose and loses it, so the wife being…

bduh false send
"—quite achieve. It lessened the horror for me, knocked me out of it a bit."

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After so many jobs and events where he has motive to kill, be it greed or moral disgust or *something*, for him to then degenerate to where he'll just murder Warwick Davis in a table cloth because fuck it cult gladiator ring…felt more like we were being fast-forwarded to the necessary Now His Damnation Is…

We're good. Never liked him, or the jukebox crime thing, but his intent to sprinkle ground Adderall all over King Arthur has me in fucking fits.

Can I get a read/defense of that ending, then? I am a great fan of the fucked up, mind-warpy, and unfair when it comes to conclusions, but I couldn't get that one to stick together in my head.

Man, do you have a great week coming to you on Twitter when AC Newman finds out you think he's famous. He might put you in a video.

I think Mike Florio is something of a sports journalism hero, in general. Fuck it—journalism, full stop. Just love the guy.

Perhaps we as a commenting community could show a little collective solemnity and leave the suicide jokes aside for a few days.

Slow that roll, England. I grew up on Hetfield, not Raffi—but I bet you and I are the only two that weren't pummeled with him Clockwork Orange-style. You'd have to go to rural Bhutan before you found a whole town not up on Raffi. Whereas I think I've heard half of one NP song.

I'm no fan of the Family either. But being the guy that tells them no would be a massively conspicuous fight that immediately implicated Mouse Global.

Yeah. That's how the job works. When you're in someone else's country, directing in their movie studio for a multinational corporation whose second-largest national audience is the country currently hosting you, you totally get to ban their royalty from the film set. Because your politics about the wealth…

Oh, sweet. Thanks.

Rock. Thanks.

I want whoever smuggled this thing onto a plane found immediately.

Quality comparisons, casting successes, etc. also help. I'd be most inclined to watch the show if it were cast with great fidelity, but veered from the content some to explore some different angles.

Yeah.