Yes, I have. And I've known plenty of people who are descendants of the people you are referring to. But my comment was about a singular man whose parents are from Central America and the Caribbean, and unfortunately I don't know his lineage beyond a French grandparent.

Agreed. I have a much easier time making it through a 4-minute Chainsmokers song than I did this video.

I'm guessing this is junior high (number of buses and lack of cars around), so as the father of two 7th graders I'm going to say he'll tell his parents later in the evening that he already showered and quit bugging him about getting cleaned up before bedtime.

No idea, but he's not white. Full name Óscar Isaac Hernández Estrada, and he's French-Guatemalan and Cuban, raised in the US.

I like the idea, but I'm guessing the issue could have been that Luke would glided down and annihilated Kylo Ren leaving Episode VIII to find yet another bad guy.

Disqualifying kid movies (really, that's ~75% of my theatre experience over the last decade), I would have to go with the most recent bad theatre-going event: Café Society, It just didn't do anything for me. I thought it was OK until the end, then my wife and I turned to each other and both said, "Wait, that's it?"

I'll admit, "elitism" is a bit strong but your question is basically the point I'm making. Saying someone's taste in pizza (or music, movies, etc.) is objectively worse than another option is actually completely subjective. You live in a great spot for pizza, but let the man enjoy his nostalgic Pizza Hut love affair.

Something as basic as pizza is perfect for AV Club, it's like the next frontier after entertainment elitism.

My only previous knowledge of Mezcal was: "Well, hell, I'm gonna go and buy me a case of Mezcal and six whores."

"…an above-average voice cast…"

When the Garbage Pail Kids were getting set up along with the Alexandrians, I thought to myself, "Wow, they sure are trusting a lot of strangers with a lot of guns inside their walls."

Around 1989-90 (8th or 9th grade in south Louisiana), my school cafeteria switched to bagged milk for lunches with each holding about a pint. My older brother didn't believe me, so one day I got an extra one and took it home. He was somewhat shocked.

It reminds of being a kid in line for the Tilt-a-Whirl, and seeing a friend already on the ride. And then we try to have a conversation while he's riding it.
"Which ride" [fades out] "do you wanna" [fades out] "do next?"

I love that vibe about him. A story I've heard a couple times via radio DJs… A couple years ago he showed up in Dallas on a Saturday, called the House of Blues and booked a last minute show the following night. He went on stage with no material, and apparently killed it for over an hour just talking to the crowd.

At the end, Sasha had a look on her face like this mission was going to help her enter Valhalla all shiny and chrome.

Back when people would discuss desert island albums (if stranded, five albums you could still listen to), janet. was always my first pick.

Maxwell's Urban Hang Suite.

For me, Rosita has basically turned into Ginger in Casino. Everytime, she appears I just want to skip to the next scene.

I'd take a Netflix movie just to check in on Sam Beckett - kind of like what they did with Pee Wee's Big Holiday. Dean Stockwell's almost 81 and his schedule has slowed down, but considering how the series ended he could just show up for a cameo.

I specifically Roman Polanski not receiving his in 2003. Considering this present issue, you could say that's ironic given the reason he didn't attend. But if I remember correctly, he received a standing ovation despite his absence and the accusations (or charges?) against him.