Underrated comment.

But Amadeus is still totally about classical music with no other thematic meaning, right?

...Sean O’Neal? Is that you?

Sounds like you’ve never had a lap dance. A stripper is absolutely a sex worker.

I’ll be in my bunk.

No one seems to be talking about that black tar baby bird thing that plants ideas in people’s heads. I read this episode as that idea that’s been planted in her head, which she is now passing on to David.

I take that as a combination of the show’s time jump between seasons (clearly things can get real weird in about a year’s time) and the show’s general affection for any Pink Floyd-esque sounds, references, and imagery.

“Failing upward” has long been a common expression used in business (and other professional areas) to describe mediocre people who keep getting promoted.

Thor is referencing The Nice Guys.

Bravest little hobbit of them all!

Let’s just hope no one gets buried.

If I had to guess, most of them are probably not marks. But, like wrestling, it can be more fun to lean into the show’s reality as a way of feeling more invested. Also, I bet there’s more than a little bit of smarky behavior and fantasy booking that goes on with viewers of The Bachelor.

Is it Morch already?

C+

UPVOTE FROM THE FUTURE: I love that this happened.

I have the full one-sheet for Psycho hanging in my bathroom, and it features that shirtless hunk. Frequently, when I’m peeing, he mesmerizes me. With both him and shirtless Janet Leigh on the poster, they really knew how to sell that movie.

This one is closest in tone to In Bruges, and I think that’s at the heart of why people are so fired up about Three Billboards. In Bruges didn’t get this amount of attention, but if it did, I suspect that people would be similarly confused by the erratic tone and pitch-black humor (both aspects I love, by the way).

And the fifth character is New York City.

Seriously, what happened to James Foley? He had a string of three straight up classics, with At Close Range, After Dark, My Sweet, and Glengarry Glen Ross. Where did it all go wrong?

For what it’s worth, I write about music for a living, and like your stuff. If you ever find yourself on tour in Washington, I’d write you up.