I was assuming the whole existence of this "Mysterious Cities of Gold" series, and rewatching it, was the "Mandela Effect".

You'd sometimes get a "skip" effect like that when you stopped the player instead of pausing it, and then tried to resume again at the same point — the loading process tended to "shuffle" the tape a bit, and you'd often have a gap where some of what you were recording over showed through. It certainly wouldn't just…

I guess pre-rendering minutes or hours of a game in advance is a great way to pad the experience.

Union rules required the use of Playboy model stand-ins. Who was gonna fight that during contract negotiations?

Before there were missionaries, they called it the "Stegosaurus Position".

I have to say I really like the idea of subverting the usual quirky precocious kid tropes that we typically associate with Spielberg, or maybe Wes Anderson, and making them kind of menacing.

Let's just compromise and say its an imperfect film criticism filler word.

Great elevator pitch, if any studio execs were likely to know the name "Irene Adler".

Perhaps that's the big twist — Fifty Shades of The Discovery

"My self-loathing has been compelling me to kill myself, but I really want to be sure there's a Hell first…"

I think it's kind of weird that they seem mostly to remember it as a romantic comedy, when it feels more to me like it's about Diane's idolization of a father who turns out not to be unworthy of it, but kind of evil, but fortunately she has a new guy around who idolizes her — Happily ever after.

Possibly. Though of course her plan doesn't really hold up under any realistic analysis anyway — Would there really have been no security outside the auditorium or theater just because all the loyal Nazis would be expected to watch the premiere? And of course the idea of holding the premiere in Paris in 1944, in the…

Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon
Come Armageddon, come armageddon, come.

Kong opts instead for the grand gesture: getting up somewhere good and visible where he’s sure everyone can see him, then screaming his frustration at the top of his lungs until he’s finally gunned down by a bunch of biplanes

I wouldn't call them passive bystanders, or rubes (which would imply they were being exploited somehow). You might have a point in terms of jingoism being a bit broader in its implications than sheer hatred of the enemy. I'll stick by "ham-handed" in that their vengeance mission is just another act of broad brush…

I'm with Yumzux here. I see all that "exploitation" posturing as serving the purpose of parody here — much like the Nation's Pride movie within the movie. The "Basterds" are ham-handedly violent, and are ultimately convinced that they've accomplished their mission when they've effectively only been Rosencrantz &…

In a film like this, where the spoken language is non-native to the Director, ideally you'd expect them to incorporate the subtitling organically — i.e., not have too much dialog overlapping with subtle visuals. I don't often mind subtitles of this sort. Where I find they can be taxing is in foreign language films…

True enough, though I remember even early episodes of M*A*S*H, outside maybe the operating room scenes, as feeling more light-hearted than this pilot. It really felt closer in tone to M*A*S*H the movie.

She was pretty worldly and cynical even then. My wife and I had enjoyed the show in our early teens, chiefly for the wacky, broad humor. And really, most of the "suggestive" stuff is Disney channel-grade by modern standards.

I was always a Janet man, myself.
Also had a thing for Ann Wedgeworth's pre-MILF MILF, Lana, who Jack tried to avoid and Larry pursued, to her deep disgust.