The problem with "well-sung" in this context is that it means that generic Broadway method of "e-nun-ci-ate dahling, PROJECT!" that makes non-fans of stage music die a little inside.

So on board. Exquisitely shot, exquisite detail in the dialogue, great acting, gorgeous men (in the way of gorgeous men in real life), and a pitch perfect rendering of San Francisco, which almost nobody gets right. Tipping my hat…

Exactly.

I thought that the beginning of this season redeemed the end of the last. My problem with the finale is that it was hyper-romantic in a way that seemed jarring tonally. These first few episodes have thoroughly shaken off the "happily ever after"; Charlie brutally dumps Marnie, Hannah gets Jessa back whether she…

No, it was just a really vivid way to shit on someone who really did kind of deserve it.

It's more like digging up Puccini, reanimating the corpse and then drowning him in a giant vat of high-fructose corn syrup.

Fair enough. For the money, I'd rather leave the country too.

You can certainly find stereotypical bitchy elitist gay men in SF if you want to. It's friendlier over in the East Bay (Berkeley, Oakland), but overall SF is not nearly as exclusionist and petty as some of the stories you hear about it. It's definitely more welcoming than L.A.

The U.S. version got so fucking tacky and painful and drawn out…and the U.K. version had two very succinct series… as well as Jax getting thoroughly rimmed by Littlefinger and the most vigorous gay blowjob ever committed to (commercial) film (and it actually meant something to the plot)…the Brits win, hands down.

It's hard for me to take any cast member of Glee seriously in terms of both dramatic ability and sex appeal, but Groff seems newly confident in his performances and- I admit it- looks pretty damn good doing it.

This season was written by Magic 8-Ball. The writing was inspired by actual 8-ball. Several, I'm thinking. And everybody knows how fun it is to watch other people get high, right?

Fiona: Not over Jimmy, not quite trusting of her boss' cheerfully affluent Midwestern decency. (and, yeah, great man-ass on McDorman)
Ian: Annoyingly M.I.A., but Mickey's lost-without-you anger/despair does a decent job of (semi-) softening him.
Debbie/Carl: Transitioning into teenagers, which is to say assholes. …

She turned out to be a pretty good actor as well- check out Eden.

Perhaps it will find another host? Paltrow maybe?

And now we await his retirement from "all biological life".

"That's my brother. He O.G'd."

The Rubber Man reveal was so foregone I thought they had already shown it to be Tate. I was legit puzzled that it was presented as a Moment.

And at the end of the series, Jack Nicholson sums up the plot in a letter beginning "Dear Ndugu"…

Aw, shucks. :)

Melrose Place had the decency to be fun. Hostages is just dull.