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The Screen of Souls felt bolted on, there didn't seem to be any reason for it.

The "computers are evil in some unspecified handwavey way we nonetheless expect people to take totes seriously" is at least as old as Black Sabbath's 'Dehumanizer' and it hasn't got any cleverer since then.

The "Bells of Saint John" was one of the cleverest things in this episode.

I'm willing to keep an open mind about Clara but part of what bothers me is that Moffat seems to expect us to care a whole lot about her before we've really met her yet.

@J.P you're quite right, I stand corrected.

All Popes wear red shoes.  It's part of the outfit.

Yeah, coz only Tories like the EU

My high school English teacher fucking loved Fisher King and made us watch it again and again, so of course now I hate it.

The Nazi Baron Munchausen is better.

"I remember Gilliam battling bureaucratic entities within the European
Union who were paying for the whole thing. And that seemed to be his
primary undoing"

@avclub-1bcaea6d00884aeafe0c076bd322f825:disqus You can buy bottled beer in NZ bars, yes.

Holy shit, you're right

I wonder if they might have been shown out-of-sequence?  I'd like to think the original intent wasn't to chain two Archer/Lana episodes alongside one another.

I'd like to see Woodhouse interact with Kazak.

Agreed re: Lana.  I think we can mostly agree that seeing her quit ISIS and go freelance (or maybe even start her own agency, or join ODIN or whatevs) would be pretty great.  I'm sure they could contrive a way to keep her in every episode.

He's already realised that.

"The Limited"?

Ray is a reasonably well-rounded character.  His homosexuality isn't inconsequential, but it's also not all he is - he's also an athlete, a redneck, a christian (kinda), and arguably the most competent field agent.  (He's certainly the one least prone to making stupid decisions)

Cyril's report card:

Looks like you've fallen prey to NZer's favourite joke, blatantly lying about New Zealand and watching foreigners fall for it.