I think this is the series’ highpoint. So much of what has been brewing since the first season came to a head this Sunday. This episode pushed the tragicomic theme of the show further than ever before. And, as always, the acting was phenomenal. In particular, Matthew Macfadyen, who fucking killed it this episode. His…

Jodie Comer is a beautiful woman.

Ad Astra is the first movie I have paid to see twice since No Country for Old Men. Needless to say, I thought it was a masterpiece.

I really have no interest in this movie. If what I’ve read about it is true, its existence seems unnecessary (a comic book movie without a hero?) and, even more worrisome, a movie about a homicidal lunatic that feels aspirational.

In a world that is good and fair, Fleabag wins every single thing it is nominated for. Of course, we do not live in that world. We live in a world where Game of Thrones wins awards for excellence in writing and Donald Trump is President of the United States.

TRULY?!?!!?

Yep. My experience was similar. I would encourage you to go back and finish it for the reasons I listed above, but I don’t want to be pushy...

This is shameful, but not unexpected. I knew upon hearing that The Goldfinch was going to be adapted to film that the end-product, no matter the talent involved, would be underwhelming at best.

Oh, gotcha. I recall that silly controversy. Of course, Never Let Me Go is supremely well-written, convincingly heart-wrenching, and beautifully presented in a way that few novels are. If, despite all that, some folks don’t consider it “literary” because it somewhat occupies the science-fiction genre, well, I don’t…

People say Never Let Me Go is non-literary? What the fuck. 

Well, what a fucking bummer this is. 

Thanks for this. I appreciate good stories about loving a specific band and the reasons why.

I appreciate your thoughtful response and retroactively apologize for coming off a bit too snarky.

As an obnoxious metal purist, I’ve never understood why Tool fanboys think they’re so hard. At the end of the day, Tool is nothing more than a nu-metal band that don’t know when or how to end a song. Danny Carey is a kick-ass drummer though.

Watching the Twins this year has been truly wonderful for this old Minnesota sports fan. 

I have and it literally changed everything. 

Meh, I’ve shit on her catalog just as much as the next lonely online contrarian but even I recognize that NFR is a great album if you meet it on its own terms. The writing is fantastic and acerbic.

*an objectively well-known

I love this type of artistic product. You know, the massively ambitious go-for-broke opus that a objectively well-known artist who desperately wants to be taken seriously puts out, un-beholden to a fan base or the type of music that passes for popular.

Her accomplishments are awe-inspiring but damn if Serena is not one of the most obnoxious athletes in all of sports. Sure doesn’t help that she’s married to this jackhole.