Duggar? . . . . Duggar?

It's got a lot going for it. It's tough to separate fond remembrance from sober criticism, but it's got snappy writing, a lot of quotable scenes, creative mayhem [ie, Ferris does a good job of making a most of the day] and a great conclusion as there is a race to the end to see if he pulls it all off.
I don't want to…

Stop drilling, you've hit oil!!

Great cast, but that is a shit ton of talking/exposition for an oxygen deprived environment.
I'd love for them to nail this, but it doesn't look good.

L'Arena is not only a transcendent piece of music, Tarantino put it masterful use in KBII.

Something in this sentence is redundant. ;)

"Dear God, you're missing Flu Season" . . .

I would not venture to presuppose what specific aspects have led to your distrust, but I will say I don't share the sentiment. Further, not enough time has elapsed in the story for your distrust to be validated in this instance.

I'd say more adequate alternative than sufficient replacement. It's not going to scratch your belly in the same sweet spots, but it has ways of tickling you all its own.

And apparently an 8 inch deep crevice of soupy mess.

First off, I've never said, or even inferred, that she wasn't raped.
What I've said is that what we've actually seen gives an inference of rape.
We don't know more than we've seen. And even you state that it IMPLIES rape, which if you could explain to me how an implication is more like a fact than it is like an…

Ponderous, just ponderous.

You are truly having a conversation consisting mainly of preconceptions in your own mind the rest of us aren't privvy to until you lash out with them.

First off, to keep on track, rape is an inference, not an established fact. Rough handling of garments and muffled exclamations are what were actually seen and heard.

Not 'because reasons,' because wedding night.

Rad get me onto my Redline ProStyler with genuine 401 Flight Cranks.

Midwest suburbs, KISS, Van Halen and Michael Jackson [who are perfectly fine] as far eye could see.

I'm pretty sure I was the only kid in school who came home every day after school to my Mom playing her Johnny Cash, Conway Twitty and Loretta Lynn records.

If Ramsay is going to make a power play, then why not Sansa?

WTF? What part of WEDDING NIGHT escapes you?