This seems to be an unnecessarily cranky review. The American Masters series often relies on oft-tread anecdotes about its subjects, because its intended to be an entertaining puff piece. I knew most of the stuff covered already too, but still found it a lot of fun.

I'd say that seven episodes is more than enough.

So, years of drug use taking a toll, or some sort of organic mental disorder?

Wow, now they're a band that no one will enjoy!

How fast the public turns on a celebrity will never stop being fascinating to me. Honestly, there's a lot worse shit this kid could be doing, other than being irritating.

As a parent, I can safely say that no one has anything new to say about parenting at this point.

Boiiiiiiiing!

Oh, Kevin Kline. Why. Why.

Hey. I liked Cloverfield.

I think this dude has interpreted "die-hard fan" as meaning "they'll be interested in whatever shitty knockoff we throw at them." That's actually the opposite of what a die-hard fan is.

Woody only just heard of this wacky comic all the kids are listening to these days.

I cannot think of anything I'd want to listen to less than a podcast starring Andrew Dice Clay.

I don't normally wish death on anyone, but I hope whoever had to write that statement from the financiers killed themselves immediately after hitting "send." It would be a mercy killing, because that kind of shit can only be the result of having every drop of your soul wrung out of you.

Gosh, I love him.

Yeah, that sounds terrible.

Do I want to know what "The Goldbergs" is? I probably don't.

Alaska? Alaska?

Undoubtedly.

Someone should establish a Kickstarter to buy Billy Crystal a new hairpiece. He's been rocking that look since the late 80s.

And let’s get thisout of the way: Michael Ian Black and Kerri Kenney-Silver can credibly pass as Alexis Bledel’s parents
Um…maybe if they were 10 when they became parents. Or if Bledel is playing a character half her age, which is 30, I believe.