You had me at "Shimmy Shimmy Ya," Marvel.

The most empathy-filled, thoughtful, considerate take on this sort of thing I've ever seen. Edgar's not a psychopath or a stereotype; he's frightened by his experience and frustrated by everyone's inability to help him.

Well, they had mentioned that his symptoms get worse with stress and anxiety, like a lot of neurological disorders.

I said this in another comment, but the apartment conversation was a nice reversal of roles for J & G, and it shows how their relationship has (hopefully) changed: Gordon wise to Joe's ways and in control, and Joe finally seeing Gordon more as a partner and less as a useful tool.

Nice to see Gordon get a well-deserved moment in the sun with his fantastic victory lap in Joe's apartment.

To be fair, I've only seen about 60 or so of his roughly 752 movies.
(The man is prolific.)

John Cusack, honestly. From the Savage Steve Holland films to Martin Blank to Con Air to his turn as old, permafried Brian Wilson.

The Magnificent Seven (the Sturges version) is a bright, beautiful boys' tale.
And even if that's not what some want to see, at least the movie knows what it is.

That's just it. OK, we're covered that Gretchen and Jimmy are scared of growing up, growing old, and growing together. But you can still mine a shitload of comedy out of their slow growth—Exhibit A being Lindsay—as opposed to having them both backsliding (especially Gretchen).

Secretly great B-movie director gets his shot to make a true masterpiece, succeeds, and then goes on to make a few more distinctive fantastic films.

At Mutiny, Boz is the glad-hander, the people person. When there's a problem supplier or problem client, they send Boz out to smooth things over, which usually involves some form of drinking. It's a 24/7 kind of gig, one that involves a lot of late nights, a lot of small talk, and a healthy expense account.

Donald Sutherland's spirit, Mr. Burns's hairline.

I know, right? Next level.

Had a professor who used to warn us about writing parody spots, because even if you're making a bad commercial to expressly make fun of bad commericals, in the end, you're still just making another bad commercial.

Yeah, they were more entertaining as AJ's asshole flunkies. If he's not around, might as well just let them run around stomping people—it's the best way to get them over.

I liked Graves' on-air mea culpa—the creative team's mea culpa by proxy—about how Anderson and Gallows were finally going to stop clowning and get down to scowling and running over people.

The first Cap had that big, bright Raiders feel (Joe Johnston and all that).

Exactly. It's a visual medium. If you want to know what he's feeling, WATCH.

It's the pants-shitting, oh-my-God-it's-still-coming fear that really grips you.

Somewhere in America, a man between 35 and 40 is cranking "Another Body Murdered" just before he starts his third set of incline presses.