"Cyril Figgis" is good. I kept calling him "Hamish Linklater plus 50 pounds."
"Cyril Figgis" is good. I kept calling him "Hamish Linklater plus 50 pounds."
"The Vicar of Yanks" is now canonical!
For every day Hunter stays on Jeopardy, there's a John Hughes movie without a preppy villain.
It's a small, easily digestible show but it doesn't have to be. The writing staff is pathologically incapable of introducing conflict into any of the episodes, leading to stories that just sort of…happen.
Even by Happy Endings standards, that Paul McCartney joke was way too much set up for the punchline.
Cutting funding to experimental geology? That's how you get ants.
That was rough. Imogen Poots speaks entirely in rock and roll fortune cookie wisdom. Rafe Spall plays the mustache-twirlingly inept corporate shill. And not nearly enough Luis Guzman to mitigate the flaws.
Unlike Quincy, MA, SpoonNation is an inclusive world that accepts all listeners.
I couldn't tell if Jonah was in character as "guy who takes jokes too far to the point of being mean spirited" or if he was just naturally abrasive.
Alright alright alright.
I'm tasting notes of cedar, toffee and Highgarden rosewater. This wine, like a Dornish whore, is best enjoyed while young. Pairs well with a strong Braavosi cheese.
Russ Hanneman was able to avoid a cockblock by the woman's bridesmaids.
I was between Armstrong and Collins. The "not getting out of the vehicle" quote lead me to believe it was the latter.
A Slimer joke on the same episode where Mike "Pre-Ghost Slimer" happens to guest star?
That first pitch hit Hanford right in the drums.
The only way this episode could work is if the audience is invested in the Mindy/Jody love story. That would provide a love quadrangle with inherent stakes and intrigue. Since that romance is more absent than Chris Messina, what we got was: "Mindy goes to Princeton, banters with a football coach, then has a one…
In the Q&A, we learned that Robert does a fine Rosie Perez impression and Alex keeps "Old-Timey Naval Radio Operator" in his back pocket.
He was attempting to camouflage with the backdrop.
ABBA-cadabra!
Gattaca! Gattaca!