Agreed on all counts. Though John Slattery as a psychedelic-pushing doctor was inspired meta-casting, Jeffrey Tambor's performance as Oscar seemed way off. And the sweat lodge all looked really fake. Like video game fake.
Agreed on all counts. Though John Slattery as a psychedelic-pushing doctor was inspired meta-casting, Jeffrey Tambor's performance as Oscar seemed way off. And the sweat lodge all looked really fake. Like video game fake.
Hey now, Louisville doesn't need YOUR help to smell like stale pee.
Hmm, Kyle Kinane might have a point.
I'm using the Fox Strategy to watch these: A few on Sunday, a few on Wednesday, and then forget where I placed the rest until Netflix releases them on DVD.
Tetracycline should not be administered due to allergies.
You tell the AV Club that you don't wear a dead man's pants. Shame on them. And you say that to 'em, you say "Shame on you."
Seriously though, I could do without Pete Holmes' laugh.
There's a far more subtle joke about equilibrium to made here.
Speaking of podcasts, I find him to be at his most hilarious on "Doug Love Movies," as the object of Doug Benson's exasperated efforts to calm him down.
Just talked to him. He said "So what?"
Curious: does this show have more depth for folks who are regular listeners of the podcast and are attuned to his specific neuroses? I love the podcast and was dying at the cheat day gag, but I wonder if someone coming to this fresh might not be so endeared to the rapscallion.
Looks like everyone else at NBC will remain streets behind.
well, given the state of America's school system, my terrible math and prufreeding skeeeeels are also intentional
Ok, just gonna put this out there, but I am worried that Eric was never told that "ph" and "f" make the same sound
Quote of the episode?
Is it just me, or does "Clark" closely resemble actor Dallas Roberts from Rubicon/The Walking Dead? Maybe that's why he is the awesomest of Phillip's disguises.
This all might have something to do with the fact one of her first sketches involved her screaming, "…WHILE YOU ARE DOING SEX TO ME!" in a vaguely Asian accent at Fred Armisen's President Obama.
So, Rectify? Twelve different shows in one, amiright?
How in the holy hell does this review, or the subsequent commentary, not deal with the season high-point of Talking Dead in depth: caller Bob from Chattanooga incanting a zombie curse/bible verse on national television?
You know the comment section is the platonic ideal of an Ouroboros, right?