uh-oh. looks like i forgot to 'due diligence' chibnall's CV. now assuming the extremely fingers-crossed position.

whittaker's always really good in everything i've seen her in, so i'm sure she's up to the challenge. but what really gives me hope for this next incarnation of doctor who is the part where moffat has been replaced by chibnall. despite its overall tone of melancholy, broadchurch represents everything that moffat is…

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great piece. i happen to think story can matter just as much as character, but the fanboy "render farm" does make it near-impossible to tell the mystery-box, truth is not what it seems, big twist type of narratives. and i say good riddance. those kinds of plot heavy stories can be fun, but they're rarely more than the…

i thought so.

ahhh, okay, i think i see your cool game. i scrolled through your little one-liner, drive-by comments. where i see my fellow humans genuinely engaging with dialogue and dialectic, you see some easy marks for your hot, funny flames.

ha. that's probably true.

the editorial fever to find juicy new trump scandals to goose ratings and keep the gravy train rolling is the real illness here. i'm sure maddow has her heart in the right place, and good on her for catching this one, but the pressure from her corporate masters to find and publish these stories must be very intense. i…

i know. i can't believe hawley rolled out the old "mysterious and obscene force of nihilism, avarice, chaos, and excessive consumption but wrapped inside a nondescript beige british bureaucrat wrapper" TV villain cliche.

season 3 of fargo might be one of those rare studio situations where there were not enough cooks in the kitchen.

camus is on point.

yeah. hawley likes to swing big, but sometimes he whiffs. if the UFO stuff was treated just a bit more ambiguously it could have been fantastic, but by making the UFO interact with and affect the plot and characters you just get yanked right out of the narrative, scratching your head asking "wait, so in fargo-world…

thewlis as varga was nauseatingly brilliant. he was a wholly original and uniquely disgusting creature. i couldn't wait for him to appear, and i couldn't stand to watch him when he did.

i don't know who's walking through that door, but what a couple of cozy amoral dirtbags mercer and varga would make. this season was weak and uneven overall, but it sure paints a vivid picture of late stage capitalism's true and foul nature.

very metal

nobody puts dark dale in the passenger seat.

nothing would give me more pleasure than to be a fly on the wall while a stuffed shirt executive's tiny capitalist brain grapples with how to fit this hour of ingenious mindfuckery into their tiny cosmology of acceptable corporate entertainments.

is this true? please let this be true.

trent reznor gothing about in the bang bang on a tuesday night was, by far, the most plausible plot development of episode 8.

what about frog-fly the mouth enterer though? will i ever sleep again?