I thought the grade was for the episode, not the reviews.

I'm not gonna read this yet, but I just want to say that I'm so happy Donna is gonna be back reviewing BCS. She's great, and has been from day one of Breaking Bad.

You are too optimistic.

I honestly think it's pretty clever the way they have amalgamated all the political issues of the last year in America into one candidate and one nemesis. Keane is Clinton, Keane is Trump, Keane is Ghazala and Khzir Khan. O'Keefe is Bannon, and Alex Jones, and Russian propagandists and even a little bit Wikileaks.

Girls series finale is tonight. You'd think that'd be top pick.

Answers to this but not concerns about a libelous claim.

Well, Santigold's last album came out a year ago. Grimes hasn't put out music in a year and a half. St Vincent hasn't released anything in over three years. Furthermore, St. Vincent was the musical guest the last time she put out music.

I commented elsewhere in this section about it, but it basically ripped off the central premise of a Tig Notaro bit that has been prominent in her show for the last like, 9 months or so.

Incredibly disappointed that SNL lifted basically the entire premise of the sad middle aged person ordering a clown from Tig Notaro's recent tour. The show literally opens with it, and it had previously been shown at Largo in LA and at Vulture Festival in NYC. It's brilliant and hilarious.

No Bob's Burgers. Bummer zone.

Agent Deuce Pectoral

Unless these ads are of the quality of SNL's worst skits, why would you take people out of the writer's room to make ads when the skits are already so hit/miss

These are the doldrums, folks.

If that's the end, then they did right by the characters, and by the viewers. It was funny, it was touching, and there were pseudonyms. I hope we get more, but I'll be more than happy if that's the end.

Man, why even bother when there's that little to say

Uncle Jimmy

Baseball is better than like 70% of the shit this site still pays writers to cover, even when it involves those cocksuckers from St. Louis

Even in my deep cynicism, I can't help but enjoy this entire exchange.

Alright that was pretty damn entertaining.

That scene in the health food store featured perhaps the least convincing sweeping ever committed to film. The clerk got almost literally no carob into the dustpan in four sweeps.