Tire screeches on gravel roads. Much like.

Curmudgeonly old people who are rascally, wily, cynical yet wise. "Gosh, that cantankerous old fart sure is neat!" Pfffffflech.

I was a little bit worried that there was still a part of my childhood that had not been raped, besmirched, and plundered. What a relief to see that there is a new Paddington movie coming out to take care of those concerns.

What song was being played during the end credits?

Boo.

The lack of compelling mystery and the rising amount of melodrama was disappointing and at times even ridiculous. Cumberbatch and (especially) Freeman did the best with what they were given, but this series was substandard compared to the first two.

Schrodinger’s blow-job. Too good.