This wasn't the trainwreck I was hoping for, since it avoids everything I was expecting to see. There were a few glaring anachronisms and Arlen Escarpeta came off like a bootleg Leon at times, but the work was largely competent.

From what I understand, it's part "pretentious artiste" stuff and part "debilitating anxiety coping mechanism".

Everybody who's claiming they didn't think Dr. Hibbert was based on Cosby is either kidding or ten years old, right? Right?

Everybody made the Cosby-Hibbert connection from Day 1

Mother, May I Read Camus' The Stranger?

Mother, May I Sext Carlos Danger?

Spinal Tap?

Jon Lovitz is finally going to get that Oscar.

I wish more of these were on Netflix. They've got a decent selection of crappy made-for-TV movies, but none of the classics like Dying to Belong or the Tori Spelling oeuvre.

My favorite was Darkness Before Dawn, which was apparently not Lifetime, but NBC.

It is indeed real. I teased my mom for watching it a few weeks ago.

Stephanie Mills gets shafted again.

Zinc?

You don't control the birds. You will someday, but not now.

EGGHEAD LIKES HIS BOOKY BOOK!

Do commentaries count?

Duffman can't breathe! OH no!

Woozle wuzzle?

Don't thank me, thank the knife!

Added extra clap. Not college material.