You say that like you think you're being contrarian…

They just wanted to rig the whole thing specifically so Anya would cry her great glycerine tears, 'cause she's such a photogenic crier.

Except I adore Scott Thompson and everything he's ever done, while Josh just drives me up a fucking wall.

Well perhaps a savvier designer would have kept in mind that Project Runway provides very few dark-skinned or ethnic models.  The selection tends to skew towards pale as Elmer's Glue, with red/blond hair, and she might have designed accordingly.

The severe, lacquered hair combined with the shaped-to-death eyebrows reminds me of Greta Garbo or Julie Andrews in Victor Victoria.  He just looks like some 1930's gender-fucking cabaret singer. And not in a cool rock/punk way, either.

Come for the comedy.  Stay for the internalized homophobia.

Is the show ever going to give up the pretense that the designers are competing for three (or four) exclusive during fashion week, given that the whole goddamned world knows about the decoy collections?

That's a corollary to the Kevin Kline moustache axiom:  Moustache = comedy, clean-shaven = drama.

I've seen Bicentennial Man and What Dreams May Come, so I have reservations about your assertion.  Trea-cly.

It was awful enough having to sit through Larry Crowne.  Finding out afterwards that I'd sat through a movie fucking written by Nia Vardalos made me want to go demand a refund.

Frasier is worth watching if only because it is one of the most elegantly, masterfully, impeccably produced sitcoms ever.  In all technical regards, it truly is a pinnacle of the format.  I could write a minor thesis on the set-design alone.

Josh managed to make a men's tuxedo jacket look like something he stole from Lauren Hutton's or Lauren Bacall's closet.

Ben Stiller showed serious promise in Zero Effect.  Too bad he didn't stay on that track instead of getting into humiliation-porn.

Cage affected a sort of nasally, dorky way of speaking in that movie that absolutely was distractingly weird.

How fitting that Tim would have to meet up with Josh not in his home, but in a bar.  I'm surprised poor Tim didn't have to meet him at Splash Bar or Rush on a loud, busy, drunk night, crowded by sweaty twinks.

Hugh Grant is like the anti-Sarah Jessica Parker.

I'll say it—I really like him and Kirstie Alley in For Richer or Poorer.  Not a cinematic masterpiece, but they're both a lot of fun in that.

Hee.  I've never seen Community—I'm sure if I ever do get around to it I'll be entirely pleased by Chase's renaissance, but otherwise my opinion of him is mostly informed by all the execrable work he did post-Christmas Vacation.

Galaxy Quest is on my personal list of truly perfect movies.  These aren't the Great Movies in the Pantheon of Cinema, but those movies where they just nailed every goddamned detail and there's really no room for improvement.

I was very much aware of that when I finally got around to watching Stranger Than Fiction.  I mostly despise Will Farrell's work and find his comedy embarrassingly unfunny.