I always preferred the My Dinner with Andre arcade game.

“I know it was you, Mulch. You broke my heart. You broke my heart.”

I guess lovin’ a music man ain’t always what it’s supposed to be.

Bianca Jagger traveled with custom-made Louis Vuitton hunting cases designed to hold grouse guns but long enough for her gowns!

I haven’t seen that episode, so this may be wildly off-base given what actually happened on the show. That said:

. . . the worst he does is . . . dance and generally be kind of annoying.

the Billie Eilish backlash

Maybe he was confusing Stockholm with Venice, as Swedes have been known to do.

More like “The NUDE Pope,” am I right?

How about “Harmegeddon”?

“they were often promoted as ‘the female Beatles’”

Yeah, that’s a good point. I think the issue for me with a lot of the songs is that they were closer to being imitations of bad children’s TV than they were to being funny parodies of children’s TV.

Figuring out “the point” is a little abstract for me. But I assume part of the humor was supposed to come from the fact that you’ve got child actors—with their crank-it-to-11 enthusiasm and not-quite-there singing voices—doing weird and surreal numbers about, e.g., only ever wanting to eat buttered pasta.

The World is Not Enough: Denise Richards as a nuclear physicist named Christmas Jones.

And, hey, at least I can spell Rossovich’s first name correctly without needing a do-over. Eat your heart out, “cinematic legend” Cary Grant.

Seriously. Either this is the mysterious disappearance of a pretty successful actor, or I was at just the right age in the mid-1980s to think that anyone who was in The Terminator, Top Gun, and Roxanne had to be a Carey Grant-level cinematic legend.

If that scene doesn’t include Orville Peck’s cover of “Fancy” then I’m walking out.

Back in my day we would’ve called that a beefcake shot, which I guess isn’t necessarily any better.

I really enjoyed Spectre until roughly the end of the plane vs. SUV chase, at which point it kind of fell apart. But even just having a good first half (and great production values throughout) gets it out of the bottom of the barrel. There are some Bond movies that are just plain bad—Live and Let Die, License to Kill, …

Traxler and Vukovich could really have starred in their own movie. It wouldn’t have been nearly as good as The Terminator, but you can imagine a completely respectable ‘80s b movie about a couple of grizzled LAPD veterans who think they’re tracking a weird serial killer but end up in the middle of a time-travelling…