Not enough Mandy Patinkin in this announcement. 

Lots more than two. It's shocking there's only two that are as corporate as those two. Mediterranean climate —> Mediterranean-style theatres

Lots more than two. It's shocking there's only two that are as corporate as those two. Mediterranean climate —> Mediterranean-style theatres

Lots more than two. It's shocking there's only two that are as corporate as those two. Mediterranean climate —> Mediterranean-style theatres

Midnight Organ Fight is like a great novel in album form.

Oh my god, Britta's Halloween costume is a ham. I love this so much.

Can they fill the Barclays Center? I mean, sure, they were huge by indie standards, but that's indie standards and it was almost a decade ago.

I find the most entertaining ships are the most re-damn-diculous ones. I think this is why I find Game of Thrones shipping so fun—once incest is already canon, it's nothing out of the ordinary to ship Jon Snow and Sansa or Littlefinger and Tyrion or Varys and the Ghost of King Robert or whatever.

I like it! But in my ff, it's always been a joking-but-not-joking fistbump followed by a nod of mutually acknowledged respect.

Todd, this is why I love you. I ship us—but it's more of a writer/commenter ship. 

The best part of this comment is your username.

God, that was an awesome production.

The OC!!!

@avclub-d019eb089e65903455cc52308f00b997:disqus beautiful comment

Tim would NEVER.

I know no one agrees with me, but I'm gonna say it: I just don't like Rachel. I like the idea of a female marshal who can spar—and not necessarily sexually—with Raylan, but I think the actress who plays Rachel doesn't have the chops. Her "y'alls" and poor subject-verb agreement ring false.

That kiss sold me. I was probably more into that kiss than 35% of kisses in which I'm an actual party.

You're not alone, don't worry. I feel like my attraction to him means I'm a grown-up? Like, I'm so boring that Mark Duplass is the object of my crushes now?

I could see him having reached that threshold of success where people who used to love him as representative of "indie" or whatever are now required to see him as a sell-out—like the film equivalent of that band your hipster friend used to like before their song was on the iPhone commercial.

And the phenomenal "Safety Not Guaranteed"