That’s it!  Thank you--I really liked it as well.

He’s had one of the more pleasantly surprising second acts of any comedian/actor I can think of. Also, I’ll always appreciate seeing a standup show of his on Netflix maybe 10 years ago, which started with him saying something like, “I know, I know...‘Hey, this isn’t the guy who did the sound effects!’ Well, maybe I…

To this day I have a hard time seeing the man in question without yelling “Vidgo Morgenstein!” at the screen.

I watched all of them together when SNL posted them to YouTube, and I was surprised at how well they worked as both a joke on the genre and the genre itself—I thought the horror film version (I think that was the one with Larry David) was genuinely unnerving, and with the Stewart one, I found myself saying,…

[Looks up Sam Heughan]

During the paleolithic era (read: the mid-90s), when I was still a churchgoer in my late-teens, I happened to find myself in the middle of a group of older women discussing how the Internet was bringing about the downfall of civilization. One said that she had tried to look up a chocolate chip cookie recipe and found…

I continue to insist that in a show that so well-cast, to borrow Jeff Garlin’s words in a blooper, “what a collection of assholes,” the two most perfect bits of casting on Curb are Richard Kind and Bob Einstein.

Good luck--since they were made before the Internet was everywhere, you’re not going to have the easiest time finding a site where somebody ripped the DVD or VH...oh, you mean the new one. Never mind. Also, I have no idea whether the old ones are hard to find or not. I mean, I would never have gone looking or anything…

I mean, Connery went out with League of Extraordinary Gentleman, Hoffman nearly with the (for me) forgettable God’s Pocket instead of the much better A Most Wanted Man...it’s like Bob Crane said: you don’t get the decide which of your movies will be your final legacy.

That only works if the orchestra and/or cutting the mics has any effect on the person. When Elaine Stritch finally won a Tony for her one-woman show after about 112 years on Broadway, IIRC she started her speech by telling the conductor to not even bother. She goes through her allotted time, and the orchestra starts.…

Good luck; my grandfather’s been dead for 20 years.

Back when cable companies were still doing pay-per-view rather than on-demand video (so if you wanted to watch the PPV of a movie, you had to order and start watching it at, say, 8:00, and if you bought in at 8:10, you missed the first ten minutes), I had a friend who worked in customer service for the local company.…

This flashes in my head whenever I visit my bank, where everyone—who are all good at their jobs, and I like and respect them all—has taken to jeans and golf shirts:

“I’m ever so sorry, but one MUST establish that all doors are properly closed prior to departure!”

At least, one would hope that’s what the OP meant.

What I always admired about Barney Miller was that it was a show that was confident enough that it didn’t have to be funny all the time—the writing and acting were so good that it felt more like a play with jokes in it than a comedy, if that makes sense.

Now that they don’t need to worry about keeping Mr. Popeil alive, the authorities can focus on trying to get that poor kid out of the well.

What kind of bullshit “obituary” doesn’t even bother segueing between his early years and television fame with “But wait, there’s more!”?

Not sure it’s a typo. You don’t want to even know what Bill Crosby was into. (At least, I’m assuming they were referring to that creepy bastard who lived across the street when I was a kid.)

That line is almost disturbingly popular between a number of my relatives and their spouses. (Which is both kind of endearing and not entirely inaccurate.)