I don't think it's specific to this season. I feel like it's been their overarching message for at least five years. Maybe it's just more noticeable now that they have shorter seasons and every episode is "ripped from the headlines".
I don't think it's specific to this season. I feel like it's been their overarching message for at least five years. Maybe it's just more noticeable now that they have shorter seasons and every episode is "ripped from the headlines".
Except that tends to be what they say about pretty much everything.
You mean I'm not good at interpreting things the same way as you. That suits me just fine.
I watched the whole season. I stand by what I said.
Look, let's not pretend they had a master plan for the season. If they did, the finale would have actually wrapped some things up instead of leaving fucking everything open for next season. I suspect they have a vague outline of two or three episodes at a time then shoehorn in as much "topical" shit as they can cram…
The upshot of almost every episode from the last, I'd say, 5 years is "haha, you care about stuff, you're stupid"
They've been operating on that principle for the last 7 years. At least.
Lord Jesus, let's hope not. I have to know how bad the pool was this round for these to be the ones that made the cut.
This season has been a crashing disappointment. I lost interest when Trixie was eliminated the first time and after last week RPDR can go fuck right off. I don't much care for anyone who's left. Ginger and Violet are just nasty little things, runway be goddamned, and Pearl has a singular talent for sucking the life…
Because Mel B is trying to pretend they never existed.
I was sitting there going "Bitch, how is your wig staying on?? You're telling me that lacefront isn't GLUED to your face??"
And when she wore her Jerri fatsuit the entire time they visited their dad, just because it would horrify him. God, I love that woman.
I found Violet's "I'm so hot, I'm so fishy, I'm going to win everything because I'm so perfect" to be extremely grating. I'm hoping for an Untucked smackdown in the near future.
De-derp-de-derp-de-tiddly-tum-tee-taw
If nothing else, it's the episode that gave us "I'm not your guy, buddy! He's not your buddy, friend! He's not your friend, guy!"
I could swear that "big white legs" was used in at least one TV version. They use alternate takes all the time to make up for cuts and edits for broadcast.
I think it was also the first mainstream movie to depict a gay couple and not be about AIDS. That in itself was a huge breakthrough.
Robin Williams has always reminded me of my dad. A little in looks, but more in personality. I was talking to him this week and I learned that he met Robin Williams in the 80s.
The scene when he goes after Albert always gets me. "So you know what I gotta do? I gotta sell my plot in Key Biscayne so I
can get one next to you in that shithole Los Copa, so I never miss a
laugh."
Depression is evil. It brainwashes you, turning you against yourself. It's an insidious, poisonous illness and I wish I could eradicate it from the earth.