Homespun Southern wisdom written by 25-year-old New York-based writers on four cups of coffee and a deadline. It just has that ring of authenticity, you know?

That would have been fun. But I understand it from a marketing perspective—if you take the Devil out of The Devil's Advocate, you're left with, well, "The Advocate". Like it's a John Grisham movie or something.

Everyone loves the guy who sticks the word "period" to the end of a sentence expressing his opinion, thereby transmuting it into carved-in-stone fact.

Not that Limitless was a particularly smart movie but this is one sin that it's not actually guilty of.

It's certainly understandable. With the mustache and the verbosity and the ukelele it's pretty easy to take him for a precious, self-satisfied fool. He's not one, though, and personally I find him funny and—dare I say it—even fairly wise.

Birth control is a central aspect of gynecological medicine, as socialized medicine is a central aspect of the social compact for basically everybody but Americans.

Participants in a social compact, you goof. Only Americans can express that kind of sentiment with a straight face, and only some Americans at that.

Good news: he isn't. The above interview is that of an entertainer promoting his upcoming tour. He's a professional doing his job.

I agree. He seems to want to do standup and he can make his own decisions, but I personally believe that he's not at his best in that format.

If there was no Manitoba there would be a great big hole and someone might fall in.

And yet it has the same amount of surface area as Mars or some fucking thing. It makes Wyoming look like Mexico City. Our country is ridiculous.

You're not wrong about the tie and briefcase—in fact, he says as much in the Speakeasy interview. As a somewhat spoiled, narcissistic rules follower, one of the only ways he could find to act out was in adopting affectations of manner and dress.

"I'm a PC. I'm a hard worker and I'm doing my best despite life's setbacks and challenges."
"I'm a Mac. I play the bass in a mediocre band and I'm clearly very pleased with myself."

I enjoyed the hell out of Avery Markham right up until the end. They wrote him out like a punk which disappointed me enormously.

I was lukewarm about the game itself, but I thought they did an incredible job making Lara Croft "real" in the 2013 game. She was still slim and athletic, and, yes, a little sexy, but in the manner of a pretty young adventuress, not a idealized sex robot.

Or "listening to the Beatles without earmuffs" which is a terrific line for making James Bond sound like your great-grandfather.

The tone of that movie was all over the damn place. I remember how weird it was when Bond and Leiter show up at Leiter's wedding and Leiter's bride-to-be is way more interested in spending time with James than her soon-to-be husband.

Yeah, that kind of irritated me. Not in the sense of being troubled about continuity, but they went from the double-ended story of Casino Royale and QoS with Bond as the newest, rawest 00 agent to him being a worn-out, antiquated veteran in Skyfall. It was, to put it mildly, kind of abrupt.

As much as I would love them bucking the stereotype by having the huge guy turn out to be a subtle genius, I don't think anybody thinks Bautista has the acting chops to pull off a convincing Blofeld performance—least of all Bautista himself.

I enjoy Gourley on James Bonding as well. Matt Mira's enthusiasm for the subject is infectious, but he's so clearly out of his league compared to Gourley as a comedian, improvisor and host that I feel a little bad for him.