This review was far more generous than the one by Karla Cornejo Villavicencio in the New York Times. Villavicencio basically took the position that because the author had never been undocumented her literary excesses (the saintliness of Elena, e.g.) were despicable.  

You didn’t even mention my favorite part, the bromantic love triangle with Wyatt Russell (who’s really great, Hollywood nepotism or no).

Wow, from the headline, I literally thought this was an Onion article.  But no, he really said that.

Right, the demands of the grieving/closure story dictate that there is no more fake Vision, only whatever White Vision evolves into. We also got a clear, if poetic, articulation of what the WandaVision version of Vision was—memory made flesh/machine. Whereas we don’t really understand what the children are. I was…

Maybe you left it too late? I was a diehard Trading Places fan starting when it came out, or thereabouts, and have seen it a half-dozen times. The most recent time my husband and I looked at each other and were like “our kids can never watch this” (I mean, never, not just not until they’re 18). It’s aged badly. But we…

Creepy, but good theory—jibes with the scary, magic-book-absorbing floating Wanda we saw at the end of the credits.

The songs in Prince of Egypt really get me.  And yes, “It’s Quiet Uptown.”  It’s a tear trigger every time.  

There’s a book called Stone Fox that I read when I was little that is absolutely devastating, about a loyal-unto-death, self-sacrificing dog.  That was a rough one!!

I suspect Star Wars would have flopped and never become the juggernaut it became without John Williams’ music.  Seriously.

The notion that one person is still in a fictional version of Westville playing a sitcom character doesn’t really make sense. Where does Agatha live? Does she have a job and pay bills, and then just pop in on her neighbors periodically because that’s her punishment? Clearly the townies’ WandaVision memories have not…

Man, I had to read this far down in the comments section to get to yours, which actually talks about the stuff I was wondering about. You nailed it with them not wanting to cheapen Wanda and WandaVision’s goodbye, but my enjoyment of the final scenes was hampered by my brain going “but where’s White Vision? why can’t…

We have watched this many times as a family and I never ever tire of it. It’s like a moving painting, endlessly gorgeous—plus, a lovely story and great performances by the voice actors.

Hanif Abdurraqib is great. I had to buy They Can’t Kill Us Until They Kill Us because the cover was so amazing, but the book itself was even better.

Or maybe it’s “interesting” in the let’s-pick-this-apart sense, but it’s not actually entertaining. 

Yes, it was ripe for this treatment. Can you imagine putting one of those mirrors in your bedroom? What if it glitched and came on in the middle of the night? I am not OK with the internet of things.

I watched way too much TV in the ‘80s and I loved a lot of shows like He-Man, Heathcliff, and a game show called Anything for Money, which time seems to have forgotten. But I don’t harbor illusions about the quality of most of them.

And also the goal was self-contained episodes in hopes of syndication, right?  That militated for simple storylines.  In the era of streaming that particular constraint has fallen by the wayside. 

It happened with someone I know—her ex was around a lot at first (they had elementary-school-aged children to whom they had promised a “conscious uncoupling” sort of divorce), then as his freedom dawned on him and he started dating, he faded away.  I doubt that’s what the show has in mind for these characters,…

And it’s sad that only when the soaps are dying out are actors finally speaking openly and positively about getting their start on soaps.  There used to be so much snobbery and negativity around that.

I thought it was so obnoxious when the other members of the Full House reboot were shading them for not coming on the show. I mean, granted most of them were kids when it started and didn’t have a ton of agency in the matter, but the Olsen twins were actual babies. There is no way in hell they should have felt…