As a parent that has to line up a babysitter to go watch a movie in theaters, I’m entirely okay with waiting for just about any movie to come out on streaming services before watching it. Pretty much the only times I go to movies now is either kids movies or random times when we have a grandparent visiting who can…

Pretty much this. And it depresses me that the worst opening ever for Marvel still handily beat the opening of Dungeons and Dragons, which was the best time I’ve had in the theater all year.

I noted most of those things, too (former editor turned lit/writing prof here). They didn’t stand out to me, however, as errors resulting from an ESL writer. They just seemed like clunky writing, and with the way that these recaps roll out, some of that is to be expected. If I recall correctly, I read somewhere that…

That’s an interesting perspective. I hadn’t known Ms. Gajjar’s background, and for what it’s worth, as a native English speaker I don’t see much evidence of her Indian-English education in her writing. If the worst she’s got going on is the odd malapropism, then that’s not too bad. It’s really the sort of thing that,…

“Mm-hmm, yes, add to cart.” 

“The ordeal ends in a symphony of Looney Tunes slapstick, with Hader’s camera panning through a perfect unbroken take of Hank’s car careening down the mountain pass as Raven’s flock of blood artists fire at their canvas. While dancing away to avoid gunfire, Hank calls Raven, begs for a ceas(e)fire, and tumbles off the…

Fuck me if I don’t kinda want the final episode to be Daniel Day-Lewis and Mark Wahlberg’s movie. 

Preceded by, “Why do I keep opening these?” LOL

Cousineau falling for a sting using one of his former students whom he doesn’t remember was a nice touch.

Hader gives his principles a chance to shine.

Isiah! Fuck. Even in death, just an absolute fox.

I also wondered what prolific direction meant. It didn’t seem over-directed to me, if that’s what the author was going for. But I can’t think of what word was intended to be there to complete the thought. Prodigious, maybe?

Oddly, it’s been amended to “a man in a ski mask figure,” which... nope, that doesn’t work either.

It was a wicked scepter.

Gene Cousineou: “Little Sally Reed from Joplin, Missouri. What do you want?”

At the start of this episode, I was thinking maybe it was too much darkness without enough humor. Then Barry showed his son videos of kids dying in little league, and I just fucking lost it.

― Mark Twain

Another day, another prominently obvious error in copy.

Well, yeah; how on earth could a true cinematic auteur possibly enjoy churning out homogenized audiovisual product that has to hit predetermined story beats without any hint of individual creativity? We all know that all superhero junk is literally indistinguishable from all other superhero junk, right?

Barry’s deadpan “that guy’s here to kill me” was so good.