I went to see this with friends and got all the way through this bleak slog and my friend piped up in a cheery, elf-like voice, “Hey, everbody! A Christmas movie!!!” The whole theater cracked up.

I like to imagine Carolyn’s calendar has a note: 9-9:45 AM: Offer and then rescind offer of omelette to series of increasingly incompetent annoyances

LW1 makes me re-visit a thought I’d had that I could produce written erotica tailored to very specific kinks as a side-hustle . . . Nazis, uh-huh, got it . . . and something about jackboots, no problem . . . must include two references to suspenders and your mom walks in at least once. . . no prob, give me two days…

Sidebar: that politician was quite hot. 

Carolyn speaks my truth. 

That “Crocodile Rock” moment was . . . a lot. 

There is no telling the financial perils I would endure to have Little Richard officiate any wedding of mine. 

That poor kid.

It’s pretty sad when “Farscape”—whose special FX budget after the puppets was probably whatever pocket change staff found under leftover tentacles—managed a better the monster is in my mind!!! sequence than this show.

I know. Ugh.

It’s so pretty and they are willing to drop cash on talented actors . . . if only they tossed just a bit of that money on writing. This finale: oof.

Had the same exact thought. 

That kiss was . . . not good. I believe a fairly wide swath of the Kinsey spectrum could work up a little enthusiasm for kissing Jodie Comer. 

I’m going to be disappointed if William’s pronouncement that he’s the “good guy” turns out to be any less than hil-fucking-larious. Saint Peter would be like, “Uh, yeah we’ve got the charity stuff listed, but then there’s those decades of murder and rape of sentient beings and the daughter-murdering . . . ?”

That was a lovely tribute. My mom used to set up chef visits at the culinary store where she worked and would usually pick up a signed cookbook for me. I have one from Marcella Hasan (a more recent one) and I’ve figured out to read the recipe twice before I start. As long as I trust, everything will turn out delicious.

Fellow Georgian here. I think we both know that this is 10% pandering to a lunaatic fringe and 120% economic as he eye-balls the chronically under-funded unemployment resources, a goddam state constitutional ammendment that forbids anything but laughable tax increases on the wealthy (yeah, that happened a few years…

“Murder Child” Ha! That’s exactly right. I think I said this last season, but when Villanelle suggested they run away to Alaska, I would have been fine with a coda that shows her making their money by have VERY thorough YouTube tutorials on how to slaughter moose with Eve drifting in and out of frame, looking…

I’m glad they kicked off Villanelle’s murderousness with a seemingly decent person who I’m going to bet is a Catalan independence supporter. Best we remind ourselves of the psychopath in the pretty clothes.

I was looking at that jacket and thinking *this* should have been the Amazon store partnership and also that dress she had that went Transformer-style from a club minidress to cocktail formal with technology? Magic?

I got stuck on what data the park would have. He says he wants to have the information on “all of humanity” but it seems to me it would be heavily skewed towards rich rapists/murderers.