Judy Moody and the Retina-Searing Color Palette.  Even for a kids' movie, the colors are particularly oversaturated.

I didn't realize that the phrases "superbly made" and "shot on a shaky Handycam" were synonymous.

I remember having the graphic novel, drawn by Bernie Wrightson IIRC, but was there an actual novel or short story that it was based on?

Yeah, me too. Everett McGill is the actor, a David Lynch regular. Didn't his "last gasp" before he finally expired scare the shit out of of you the first time you saw it?

No, because the Fat Albert Halloween special was fuckin' awesome.

People keep using the term "stories," but none of these felt like "stories," just random shit thrown together.

No, no, and no.

That's like saying, "That shit I just took wasn't as runny and stinky as the last four!"

Did anybody check out his his little krautrock/motorik side project Beak>?  I rather liked it.

Greta Gerwig! Ah, yes, that luminous talent!

I really wanted this to be a Gary Busey-starring sequel in which he plays aging ne'er-do-well drunkard Red, who has to hunt down the werewolf (or werewolves, hence the plural) who killed his crippled nephew Marty.

"Eddy"

Parenthood has an autism-spectrum Max.

They're her worst feature.  She has no calves.  They're like the legs of an Auschwitz inmate.

Seventh from last, maybe.

Now Netflix is probably going to do one of those humble, apologetic, "Yeah, we admit it, we suck, but we learn from our mistakes" ad campaigns like Domino's.

It's a pussy song, anyway.

Is William Zabka available?  What am I saying?  Of course he is.

Obviously the whole "can't even fuck his wife" thing is bullshit, because he was having a sexual fantasy about her early in the episode. Of course, just because he catches himself fantasizing about her doesn't mean that he couldn't have other problems preventing him from enjoying the physical act of sex, but it…

Nice WKRP reference, Captain.