I also didn't get around to Slap Shot until recently and yeah, I could not get into it at all. I watch a ton of '70s trash cinema that's far more deeply offensive by design, but for some reason that stuff rolls off my back much more easily. I think part of it was knowing that most of the dudes who'd been recommending S…

I will say that the prison rape gag in Dirty Work is the only prison rape gag I can think of that I actually found funny. Norm MacDonald just being annoyed and disappointed by the situation is enough of a different spin that it makes me laugh.

The Complete Joy lives up to its name, especially in the more improv-heavy second halves of the episodes. Amanda Lund is a friggin' American treasure.

"Hanging out in the parking lot at Dairy Queen/You've been a dropout ever since you've been seventeen" is the single truest lyric to my small-town Midwestern high school experience that anyone ever wrote.

Glad to see at least a passing mention of Poster Children, still my go-to '90s Alt-Rock Band that Shoulda Made It Way Bigger.

Really, you could apply that formula to virtually everything that was ever any good.

On the plus side, this pushes us that much closer to the internet becoming such an unusable, unenjoyable morass that someone will eventually come up with an alternative that will have a good 10-year run of being a positive force before rich people find a way to fuck it up for everyone.

Every moment of genuine, earned sentiment in the entire John Hughes canon can be wholly attributed to John Candy, although I'd be willing to consider a case for Alan Ruck.

Oh hey, I know you.

A woman in my old office in suburban Minneapolis had a framed photo of him hanging in her cubicle. Apparently she'd taken one of his courses at the University of Minnesota and stayed friendly with him ever since. That was cool, but I had kinda hoped that she had it as a "What would Tom Smykowski do?" inspirational…

As soon as I saw The Public Eye pop up, my first thought was, "Well, there's mbs's day made."

I never once watched the show, but that and the bit where one of the kids asks if they're going to get sent to a foster home and Riehle smirks, "Potentially!" have been etched into my brain for nigh on two decades.

This is horrible, this idea.

I've dug Richard Riehle for years, but it took a long time for me to get past thinking of him as "that son of a bitch who killed Candy's dog" in the Sinise-Malkovich Of Mice and Men.

I'd dig that, but I reckon a pugnacious Jew who's a bona fide member of the Hollywood elite is gonna be a tough sell to a lot of the country.

One of my senators wrote Stuart Saves His Family, so I get where you're coming from.

I would not be surprised if the Hollywood Handbook and Spontaneanation ad reads are eventually taught in advertising courses. They're kind of revolutionary. For that matter, so were early CBB ads.

I loved that about it. I'm a ridiculous enough Lou Reed fanboy that I bristled reflexively at the hint of them making fun of him, but Horatio sounded like he barely had a concept of who Lou Reed was and that made it all the funnier to me.

My wife and I rewatched this a few months ago, both of us holding it as a beloved childhood movie. This and Planes, Trains, and Automobiles are the only John Hughes movies I've ever liked and I was interested in how it held up. On this viewing, it was evident just what a cynical, sloppy, and often mean-spirited…

Oh, I think he's rather great on it. But I knew what to expect from Armen going in.