Each season of that show had something great. Stevie trying to shoot himself but instead blowing off his cosmetic surgery-enhanced chin is one of the funnies things I’ve ever seen.

This provides further proof to my theory that Embiid is a Dwight Howard-level cornball.

The first season and the last season made me laugh harder than almost anything else I’ve ever seen.

I assume Beach House is a biopic about the band Beach House starring Jason Bateman?

That chimp’s all right. High five.

Ok, that sounds kinda fun.

I would watch the hell out of that.

Absolutely not.

Very few people have as good an understanding of Trump’s specific brand of outer-borough chintziness and cruelty as David Roth.

It wouldn’t be a Billy Haisley column without a superfluous dig at American soccer fans/players/teams.

Making a terrible movie about John Gotti starring John Travolta definitely sounds like a plot from Entourage, so it’s kind of perfect that Kevin Connolly ended up directing it.

I used to do manual drops in my 1993 Camry back in high school. I was very cool.

Throw the car in neutral and push the gas pedal.

That sounds so horrible. Episodes VII and VIII aren’t perfect but good grief, George.

If anything, it’s nice to see that he’s at least still capable of hitting like this, even in bursts. Even if he doesn’t keep it up for the whole season, it’s nice to see he isn’t completely broken.

I liked both of the spin-off movies, but I would kill to see Ewan get another shot at Obi-Wan. Surely Obi-Wan did something more than sit around in a hut for those 20 years or so it took for Luke to grow up.

Holy shit, how does Ricardo Quaresma keep making the squads of these major tournaments?

The “Baby Blue” one at the very end worked, dammit.

I’ll probably end up seeing this on cable some lazy weekend afternoon, which is the optimal way to consume an Ocean’s movie.

That’s right.