Fwiw, Herb Caen, the longtime San Francisco newspaper columnist (note: "Irish coffee" was actually invented in San Francisco, not Ireland) once claimed that the perfect breakfast was an Irish coffee and a jelly doughnut because it contained all the four basic food groups: sugar, fat, alcohol, and caffeine.

something something "Make it so!" something something "Tea, Earl Grey, hot!" something - eh, I got nothing.

You have a point; it's easy to forget how much Reagan's image had previously been burnished by John Hinckley's failed assassination attempt. Prior to that a not insignificant portion of the population thought of him as either a dangerous clown or an out-of-touch doofus who, like George Bush prior to 9/11, was…

Everything about this show feels off. The cast, while talented, plays everything too broadly and too one-note, and the jokes, to the extent they can be called that, are just lazy — that people in the past were sexist, racist, and had poor hygiene; that modern pop culture references go over their heads; and that…

I'm hoping that for its finale, the show takes a sharp left turn into Inglourious Basterds territory and ends up with Philip and Elizabeth personally assassinating Ronald Reagan.

Not to mention that the whole "Canadian Satanists" thing had already been done — and better — in Todd and the Book of Pure Evil.

I think that was Generic Romantic Comedy #57B.

Ah. That must be it. You didn't elaborate so I wasn't sure it was the same thing. Fwiw, if I remember my college art classes correctly, that shade of red is called "alizarin crimson."

What about that bright, opaque crimson stuff with roughly the consistency of tempera paint that was a mainstay of giallo and of Hammer Films?

Although I'm a big fan of several of the films already mentioned, my own choice would have to be Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger's I Know Where I'm Going!: with a young Wendy Hiller as a hardheaded career gal who gets sidetracked who gets stranded in a little town in the Scottish Highlands and gradually falls…

My first reaction on reading that headline was wait, there's an emoji movie?, quickly followed by, why the fuck is there an emoji movie? — the Twain and Tesla stuff didn't really sink in until later.

Thanks for the heads up; I'll look for them.

I like Denis Villeneuve too much to wish this on him.

It didn't help that Barry & Co. spent most of the early episodes keeping her in the dark about his identity even when it seemed like every character with a speaking part knew who he really was, which made her character seem obtuse and irrelevant in spite of herself. I lost track of the number of times she'd wander…

I think it's taking place a couple of towns over from Pushing Daisies.

Still, it's nice to see that the bear's been keeping busy.

So now the Lone Ranger thinks our heroes are a bunch of assholes? Man, I would not want that on my conscience ….

I have. It's not.

Heck, Dixie Swastikas aren't all that hard to come by in fucking New Hampshire of all places.

It's hinted in both the show and the book that the Nazis took care of "the Negro problem." I suspect that once the hillbillies saw them doing that, they'd have joined up in droves.