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Who cares? The man gave us GROWN-ASS BEAVIS

That too.

Ah, yes, the dreaded scourge of "bhatches"

Well…Dishonored 2 had all kinds of bullshit magic too. It just wasn't pseudo-scientific magic.

I'm late! But, I've just played the demo…and I'm blown away. Holy shit, this game. It is every inch the System Shock 2 HD remake I had hoped it was. It's glorious. While I'm still hesitant to shell out sixty bucks for a new game (fool me once, Deus Ex: Mankind Divided) this is the first game in recent memory that has

That's what kills me about this season: The mayhem (which was fun) could have extended into the characters, rather than just the plot. Rather than have a season that exists purely as a one-off lark, invest in some character shading so when (if?) Archer pops out of his coma, it can change — or at least inform — his

Ron Cadillac IS FREAKIN' EPIC.

Therrrrre it is. Only took an hour or so. Well done.

The Allah-Las, all day, baby.

Oh, I see. Well, I don't disagree with you, but this show had built up so much good will I was willing to see it out and hoped that it would get better. After this waste of a perfectly good opportunity to actually change things up, I'm throwing in the towel.

…How?

Nah, see, that's a thought from the school of, "Well, whaddya expect, it's _____" which to me always seems like the laziest form of counter-criticism. I don't think it's too outlandish for a season, set in the main character's head, to reflect the main character's take on the supporting characters. Particularly when

I agree. The only thing that concerns me is that Reed's last two shows, Sealab and Frisky Dingo, did exactly that. (Particularly Frisky Dingo, which, by the end, was so jammed with callbacks there was barely any room left for new jokes.) When he runs out of material, he either beats the old stuff into the ground

Annnnd, I'm out.

Citizens of Lake Wobegon Thrill at Creator's Loss

The only battle Garrison Keillor's ever won was against a hoagie. And, I suppose, the kind of blandly heartwarming humor that even Ziggy considers too tame.

That's a goddamn waste. Understandable, but a waste all the same.

We got Jonny Favs, baby! Get back up there on the screen, you rolly-polly motherfucker, you!

IMPORTANT STYLE QUESTION: Li'l or Lil'?

Shit, I'd have seen this movie if I thought it looked like a Guy Richie take on Camelot. Instead, it looked like a dour slog directed by a man who wanted to shed any last vestiges of what made him famous in the first place.