Yes, her character is a bit of a cliche or a too often abused trope, but I appreciate that Esmail is using her as a mirror for Angela, blatantly declaring that if Angela persists in her uncompromising professional ambitions she very well may find herself alone and miserable, just like Gummer's Detective Dom DiPierro.

No, I believe you're just focusing way too intently upon the intentionally blatant cinematic "homage" aspect of the production, and not grasping the larger, more encompassing ironic and even subversive deconstruction of the popular schemes which define and restrict contemporary narrative storytelling, especially of…

That's a Bingo!

Committing to ideas is what starts wars and ends marriages…

It isn't the seemingly reasonable utility of that dangling tennis ball that's of importance. What's of interest is how it so perfectly symbolizes the absurd false promise of American Suburban Living with its emphatic—and stifling—focus upon convenience and safety, as well as its complete and utter disassociation from…

The dangling tennis ball in the garage is a cultural marker, a banal and silly monument to the stifling triviality of suburban life where people—mothers?!—are not to be trusted to even negotiate parking the family minivan. Angela is the antithesis of a blandly complacent, nearly incompetent suburban housewife, but her…

Maybe… you did!!

Exactly!! It's like a mystery to me that anyone could be disappointed or unimpressed by the show, yet I really hope I never actually understand that sort of mind; that sort of dull, deficient, dopey mind.

"Look how clever I'm being" is where the show takes its marching orders, as if on a presumptuous dare. But Esmail then utterly subverts that conceit by methodically—and spectacularly!—deconstructing the very notion of "clever" dramatics. So far, every compelling, engrossing and thrilling plot point has been artfully…

I believe—or rather I suspect, cautiously, but not without much well justified hope—that there's purpose to these numerous seemingly unsatisfactorily unresolved dramatic elements, and that it all will become clear next week; surprisingly, shockingly, horrifically, and even adequately clear.

All the actors are excellent—especially the one playing The Minister of Public Private Relations, Mahershala Ali—except the lead actress playing Abbie, Laura Harrier, not so much. I won't be "following" her, or following her.

You're, um, not cromulent.

You don't understand. Milk doesn't have what plants need.

Sarcasm much?

I'd say he ably maneuvered the formidable challenge of deconstructing the inherent humor of the otherwise nebulous, vague joke. An impressive—if trivial—feat of mental agility, coordination and strength!

Ninja Warrior is better scripted.

Go on… uh, arrrghhh, ooops! Nevermind.

It's got what kids need: ballast.

"This is where it get's real, on the Block Run!"

Utz's Carolina Style Barbeque chips are the Cat's Ass! That means they're great.