Hedda Hopper is supposed to be nearly 80 at this point, so one assumes artistic license is at play here. And although "Crystal Allen" wasn't a typical role for Joan, it's one of her most memorable ones—even then. (Hell, the utterly sublime 'Queen Bee,' also a bitch role for Crawford, could act as evidence against…

Dear God, both Lange and Sarandon are terrific in that scene, but props to Lange, in that she's responsible for somehow making this incredible, horrible dialogue seems human and real for an unreal person, so to speak. Sarandon gets to be "us," the audience, simultaneously experiencing a massive WTF? moment. Lange has…

…"not yoooooooooUUUUUUUUUUU, BITCH!"

I think I'm there.

The sideways Mickey Ears hat made out of fucking flowers that Hopper wears tonight is EVERYTHING.

I think I was slower to warm to Lange than Sarandon. Crawford seems like such a difficult character to create realistically, because she was always playing a role to some extent. It took me awhile to 'get' Lange's "unreality" layer, if that makes sense.

I'm proud of my intolerance towards intolerant people and economic ideas proven wrong in the 1920s.

Massive Attack, Unfinished Sympathy is basically the best make-out-to-fuck-hard-and-deep song. Ever.

Poison Ivy is so bad it's great. I assume that Cheryl Ladd had emphysema in the movie because of the non-stop cigarette consumption she endured in the superbly so bad it's great Millennium movie.

That movie should have ended with David staring at the Blue Fairy underwater. Had that been the last shot, the movie would have been brilliant. The remaining half hour after that scene entirely negates the power of the first 2.5 hours.

Arachne is the main villain of the absurd Spider Man musical.

"Candace, I have to secure a future career after this crap show goes off the air. Sorry you can't sing and all, but my Glee peeps are awesome!"

Wait for it, wait for it…it's another fucking race.

"We miss The Cisco!"

Halitosis. Unkempt back hair. Lack of soul. Obviously.

The producers and writers also—insanely—didn't take advantage of what Flashpoint could have offered them. Having an entire series in the Flashpoint reality, only for Barry to—in effect-be the Big Bad, could have been great.

He's become the Donna Martin of superheroes.

Now THAT'S the Logo television I've been waiting for! "Yeah, Daddy. We're trapped in the speed force and there's just you, me, and this bed. And maybe Wentworth Miller!"

"Yeah, sure…there's an entire city of smart gorillas who just experienced a coup and yeah, we DID just overturn a speedster dictator and all, but hey! We have Ape Repellent on E2. It's all good, yo."

I'd trust Zoom over him at this point.