With all the jump-cuts, vaseline’d lenses, and close-ups this show features, I would imagine it would be pretty easy to sub in a body double if they wanted to.
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Gemstones is the third-funniest show Danny McBride has done.
Nice to see Japanese Breakfast come out of seclusion to grace a stage once again.
We need a Fezco/Ashtray film franchise.
The Usual Suspects
Breaking Away belongs for sure. The Usual Suspects and Memento belong on this one as well.
The house would have to be currently on fire and you would have to waive all contingencies.
Glad to see this festival is in compliance with the Federal law that states Japanese Breakfast MUST appear in any music festival.
The real crime here is that this article could have easily been a slideshow. I love those!
No mention of Nate standing up to his dad and calling him out as a rapist? Or did I dream that?
“Jonah is angry at Wendy, so he switches allegiances to Ruth, Wendy, and Darlene.”
In a lot of current areas, if you take the time to drive by the house a second time, it’s sold. Inspections are waived, appraisals are waived, offers are all cash. I’ve seen houses sell in the middle of an open house.
In this port-Trump world, laws no longer apply. If Matt Gaetz is walking free, then anything goes!
Federal law prohibits a music festival from not including Japanese Breakfast. Glad to see Coachella is in compliance.
I am totally shipping Fezco and Judd Apatow’s daughter.
It’s called the A/V Club, but there’s way too much V and not near enough A.
At first I was riveted by Fezco’s backstory. But soon, I wanted them to stop with it so he could get his own series.
I always felt this show pales in comparison to either Eastbound and Down or Vice-Principals, but goddamn, if I was laughing uncontrollably during the dinner scene in the second episode. My wife had to come check on me.
The description of any murderer should always begin with “Murderer”. Not “millionaire”, not “real estate tycoon”, not “wealthy developer”, not “former Buffalo Bill”, not “award-winning pop producer”, not “Super Bowl-winning tight end”, not “human flesh-wearing fashionista”, not “paralympian”, but “murderer”.
Are you sure you’re allowed to make any music-based list without including Japanese Breakfast?