And this has really influenced several films across genres, before and after the release of this film, as pointed out by film scholar Jason Mantzoukas.

This is a oner that even Spielberg would bow down to.

I mean, I have no real qualms with the episode. As for “Venus,” it just reminds me of shaving. Anyone else remember those commercials?

Season four is terrific and inventive. A little ungainly, but brilliant and rewarding upon multiple viewings, and hilarious as ever.

Yankee Hotel Foxtrot is one of the most subtle, yet sonically dense records I’ve ever heard. It’s a genuine marvel that shows all kinds of layers the more I listen to it, and the way the songwriting progresses and morphs on tracks like “Kamera” and “I Am the Man Who Loves You” is mind-blowing.

I was just thinking this about Beach House. They’re a band whose albums I like, but none of which I would call perfect, and whose releases I’d say are personal favorites still come with some concessions or caveats. Teen Dream is their closest thing to a masterpiece, but even the fine back half is a bit of a drop-off,…

No, this is pretty on-point. He has a few really great movies—Rushmore, Moonrise Kingdom, and The Grand Budapest Hotel—and a few duds—Bottle Rocket, The Life Aquatic, and The Darjeeling Limited—but on average, he tells perfectly enjoyable, heartfelt, stylish stories.

That’s only because people pay attention to her. It’s the same as someone like Trump. If we just ignored them, they wouldn’t have any power.

Can people just leave her alone? Let her sell her dumb suckers, let her be, and talk about literally anything else? Maybe it’s because I just can’t fathom caring about anyone like Kim Kardashian, but... could we not?

McCarthy is so good. I actually kinda wanted her to be Che’s stepmom. Or my stepmom, even though I already have one.

Protestants: People who sort of want a religion.

Love the tag at the end. Kid’s got moves.

You know, it’s the most prescient thread of the season, but it’s still the one I have the least interest in, for whatever reason.

The A.V. Club’s trying to keep you streets ahead.

Pleeeease just let the show die a dignified death. It had a good, almost great run. Don’t be fooled by the giant cookie, people!!!

This episode really ties a lot of threads into June’s recklessness that we’ve seen in the first few episodes. It’s the kind of pay-off that is frustrating early on, but is satisfying, dramatically speaking, when it comes to a head. I love the bleakness that this sets up for the rest of the season.

Legos and Pokémon, like a good, basic-ass millennial.

I like what this episode has to say about how gatekeeping in feminism is just as capable of divisiveness, and what it has to say about mothers and daughters. But Jesus H. Christ, does it fail from a plotting standpoint. June is risking an entire operation, and almost certainly got that guy’s family killed, just…

I rewatched the series recently, having taken a break for a few years—as the show is one of my go-to-sleep shows. I’d always loved the unconventional structure of four, and found the season to be insanely rewarding—though, the Lindsay and George, Sr. episodes still remain as dead weight as they ever were. For whatever…

You know what would also be cool? If a woman directed, like, a Superman movie, or something.