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Oh, I've seen it. And lost countless, frustrated hours of my childhood preventing a renegade Lew Zealand from transporting the characters to Machu Pichu. (Gesundheit.)

@Nathan Ford's Evil Twin: It's on Instant Watch, so you can instantly watch it at your earliest convenience.

Submarine: I was pleasantly surprised to find that Richard Ayoade's first feature-length effort as a writer and director has made its way to Netflix. It's a nice slice of Wes Anderson/French New Wave homage, with some gorgeous cinematography and stray J.D. Salinger allusions thrown in for good measure. (I love that

No worries. If The A.V. Club's readers don't keep us honest about being bad at math, who will?

Dammit, @avclub-eb573591cef285c12701571987b08381:disqus , I'm a TV critic, not a mathematician. Either way, late-night addition error corrected.

You're absolutely right; review corrected as such. I blame Rowan & Martin.

It's like he and Bernie Taupin wrote "Crocodile Rock" and "Bennie And The Jets" with the Muppet vocals in mind.

I'm the same way with the Elton John episode. Looking forward to rewatching it as an adult who can sit through "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road."

Started season two of The X-Files, with pre-Mad Men viewings of "The Host" and "Blood" last night. I remember being totally creeped out by The Flukeman when the show first aired, but I found "Blood" more compelling, suspenseful, and eerie than "The Host." And hey, William Sanderson's sweaty performance proved less of

@avclub-92a4841c9f86965effbc29fa6eae9f77:disqus The "no one was right for the part" observation comes from what I've read about finding a new performer for Rowlf—but it's not an observation I agree with. (Probably should've included that in the piece, but it's a long one as it is.) Barretta's acquitting himself well

I'd suggest doing a Muppet Movie live-chat at the end of this season—a fitting way to send these reviews off for their a summer hiatus—but I worry there aren't enough interested parties. Maybe a live-tweet instead?

I may end up reviewing some season four and five episodes from the old Time-Life releases if only to be able to weigh in on that Carol Burnett episode.

I revisited the Incredibly Strange Creatures Who Stopped Living And Became Mixed-Up Zombies episode of Mystery Science Theater 3000, which is much more of a slog than I recalled. Still funny, however: All the nonsensical noises Mike and The Bots make whenever the pompadoured roommate opens his mouth.

Yes, yes—everything's going according to plan…

Following a conversation about classic Mr. Show sketches, I spent a good seven minutes cracking up over "The Story Of Everest"—and then thought to actually watch the damn thing. Jay Johnston's performance as a hapless mountaineer with a story he never manages to finish always brings me to tears; if you haven't seen

I've been wanting a better understanding of how the show's writers' room functioned—thanks for bringing this to our attention, @avclub-e1e84d33778737c0a16ede94d51f3752:disqus!

Blame it on the House Un-American Activities Committee, his testimony before which Mostel apparently attacked as rabidly as any piece of acting in his career.

It's moving, but I still found myself glancing at the clock as it went on. It takes a lot for the non-comedic musical segments to win me over.

It was a heavily Netflix’ed weekend for me. Finished the sixth season of How I Met Your Mother (boy, is that building-implosion scene ever in the wrong series); got deeper into the first season of The Dick Van Dyke Show (it totally holds up) and the second season of Mad Men (trying to catch up before the show comes

@avclub-a1967e6de4ca99fb2635d94b99453928:disqus : I'm taking the rest of the month off; season two reviews begin March 5.