No need to even legislate it; if someone just called HBO pretending to be from WQED Pittsburgh and gave them the gist of this, I bet they’d FedEx the masters—it makes that much sense. And before you know it, the footage would start showing up in the “Picture, Picture” segments on Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood.

I guess I reflexively roll my eyes a bit when writers/creators talk about their audiences as if they were moral blank slates

Imagine a movie that follows a man living in Germany in the late 1930's. He’s a good father and husband—even a good neighbor—and we, as viewers, grow to sympathize with him, because that’s basically how fiction works. But then, the final scene: he puts on his uniform and reports for duty; Uh-oh, he’s a soldier. Ya…

If they absolutely had to bring Khan in, I think they’d have done better to start with some sort of stealth “Space Seed” remix (possibly not even involving the Enterprise crew), then have the bit with Kirk and the volcano (which I’d forgotten was in this movie until I checked Wikipedia), and finally, let us experience…

Of course not—it sold itself! And made him look rad in the bargain. That’s why I’m still whining about it!

A neighbor of mine when I was a kid had a Wheaties box with a photo of him swinging a baseball bat; is it too late to sue him for that? ‘Cause I really wanted one of those! But I wasn’t sporty.

Reminds me of a guy I knew in college who insisted I should get into Dragon Ball, because “the thirteenth film is awesome.”

PETA should hire this guy. The whole ad campaign would just be him eating rotisserie chicken, making expressions like the ones above. Hell, they wouldn’t even have to put their logo on it.

Oh, yeah! Holy shit. It was painful to watch!

It’s funny: I do remember thinking it was pretty terrific, but I guess I’ve managed to suppress the experience, because all I can remember now is Ann Dowd in a parked car (or maybe talking to someone in a car, from outside). There was more to it than that, huh?

“Bury me....sideways!”

I agree, but...that’s kind of how I felt about the AV Club (even in print), back when I first discovered it in an Onion I picked up at the Shakespeare & Co. near NYU (almost a quarter century ago!)—and it was probably a year or two before I “got” it.

It’s kind of pathetic the way they stretch a single New York Times profile into a half dozen posts—but we’re here, aren’t we? We’re reading it. We’re commenting.

Oh shit. Good point. Forgot the Dot.

I dunno, man. I remember when I first heard it “went there,” I was like, “Cool! Where’s ‘there’?” But after hundreds of hours of close study, I can tell you: “there” is almost always just some place in Toronto. Usually Degrassi.

When did Picard pine after holographic women? Riker, yes—but even then, that was only when the holodeck was supercharged by the Bynars in “11001001” (and, c’mon! that was Carolyn McCormick, you know?). But I swear Picard was never into any of those Dixon Hill chicks, for example. What am I missing?

What this article doesn’t mention is that most of the “fans” leaving clothes for Dobby are, in fact, aliens and/or predators. So while it’s their wardrobe, it’s our world.

AI is on the verge of totally irreparably fucking our media consumption habits.

I stand by it.