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But his American accent is not nearly as nasally or Nicholsonesque as Slater's.

I watched this. The show was godawful, of course. An 80's artifact of laughtrack trash. But the cast (aside from Sean Hayes) is very good. Linda Lavin does a mean Jessica Walters impression. Thomas Lennon is great in everything. But there was this one series regular, the blonde woman, and I couldn't place her…then I

Reminded me of the World of Warcraft episode from season 10 only not nearly as funny.

Yeah, the Robin Williams schtick, where he does rapidfire unfunny jokes (a mix of bad writing and his dated standup improv) and then we see other people laughing uproariously (actors forcing laughs). We don't find him funny. We're told through visuals and dialogue that he's funny (Robin Williams movies exist in a

Funny in parts but…it seemed like they spent a lot of time setting up all the reasons why nearly half the main cast will be vanishing soon (one temporarily, two possibly permanently). The exodus of these key players, combined with all the wedding/pregnancy/etc subplots, reminds me too much of season six of The Office,

It's weird that the scene plays fine in a sweet-funny way but if you reverse the genders, it takes on a creepy rapey 'afterschool special' vibe. Ah…sexual double standards.

Reminded me of Chris Kattan in Monkeybone…except that his head stays upright without duct tape.

I come here not to mourn Dexter, only to bury it. The show clearly died a long time ago, only nobody bothered to tell it (the phrase 'braindead' and 'lifeless' describes the last few seasons perfectly).

So…the Beatles' secretary gets a documentary. Just like Hitler's secretary did.
Are there any other secretary documentaries or is that it?

I like how Jason Biggs has to identify himself as Jewish twice in the same scene, just in case the gentiles in the audience missed it the first time (he calls his girlfriend a 'shiksah' and then calls himself a 'jewboy' a minute later).

The first season of Weeds was really entertaining and engaging but every subsequent season was only half as good as the previous season ('the television half-life' - radioactive creative decay).

A great underrated show which started airing right around the time The Simpsons started its decline. King of the Hill had six great seasons before leveling off in season seven (the best S7 episodes tend to be holdovers from season six).

Dexter, like Weeds, had a great first season, but every subsequent season has represented a drop in writing quality (as is the case with too many TV shows).

This season really tempted the fates. All the childhood flashbacks, dream sequences, hallucination sojourns, the extra focus on Don Draper at the expense of others, that clammy-handshake-of-a-new-character that was Bob Benson, and the 'patron saint of shark jumping' Ted McGinley to boot.

This season had a lot of great individual moments but it didn't feel like it added up to much. More about the 'parts' than the 'sum.' Too many characters and arcs and plot threads left half-realized or still-dangling. I liked it but I can't help feeling underwhelmed (credit the show's previous brilliance with my

Great. A mediocre less-creative version of Wonderfalls meets a watered-down version of every-single-Showtime-show-starring-an-actress-over-the-age-of-35. Who is the audience for that?

I watched. It was alright. But I did notice that a sketch in the clothing store (about trying to describe one black employee to another black employee without using skin color in the description) was ripped off from an old Mad TV sketch called "Race Ghost". The premise and even a couple lines of dialogue are virtually

Great dark comedy. The last great Zemeckis movie.

Hey, great, Tegan and Sara are hosting but why is only one of them up there on stage…wait, never mind.

This would make a nice masochistic double-bill with The Words (2012), another hilariously-misguided art-film-about-artists with a pseudo-literary pretensions and a mindbogglingly terrible script that only got produced as a feature because the writer-director had a famous actor (James Franco/Bradley Cooper) who owed