The finale didn't quite live up to my overinflated expectations but I won't let that detract from the pure majesty of four seasons of near-perfection. A big thank you to everyone who made this pretty little gem shine so brightly. I will miss this show and know that I won't be alone. Bravo, Rectify.

Me too. Were you ever in the army? Because I spent a few years in the army, and did more than a few winter "camping" trips, and Toye's sang-froid (no pun) struck me as superhuman.

I have to watch this episode over again, to see whether Lester printed two airline tickets or just one…

In the movie, Sean Penn plays a fading actor who finds himself on the run from corrupt DEA and FBI agents, who are looking to blame his murder on the cartels, to cover up the US government's complicity in allowing El Chapo to escape the first time, in exchange for a hefty campaign contribution for The Donald.

Terrific flick. It seemed tailor-made for Tom Hanks. But, then again, he has a habit of giving that impression in lotsa movies.

Look at the miserable expression on the kid's face: "They promised me that the old skinhead would be able to stay awake for the filming. They promised. Lied straight to my fucking face."

Jon Stewart would make a fabulous Canadian. We could teach him to skate and drink craft beer. But he already knows how to read, is tolerant and understands our society and politics.

In Volume 3 (title pending), Cheney suffers heart failure when a black Muslim, who falsely claims to be an American born in Hawaii, is elected President of the United States of America. Miraculously, and the movie doesn't say so expressly but all indications point towards an Act of God, Cheney gets a life-saving heart…

Disappointing. With such a big budget, how could they have gone so wrong? The fellow who plays Marco Polo is just awful - pouty, delicate, insubstantial. If I were the Khan, I would give him three days' rations and send him home. The dialogue is contemptible, the scene changes are jumpy and disorienting, the editing…