Tit for tat.

As soon as she walked into that restroom, I immediately thought, “Ewww. you’re barefoot.” Glad those ladies remedied that post-haste.

And not for nothing, but I don’t recall her pointing with her lips even once. (I might have to rewatch just to confirm...)

The scene in Ned Leeds’ house in Spider-Man: No Way Home did more for the Filipino community than this movie looks like it’s going to.

If having the most cameos is Wong, I’d rather not be right.

Very excited for November, and especially hopeful that WF will wash away the memory of that horrible CGI fight in the first film.

Arrested for in-commoding? I guess they should’ve used the outhouse.

The Winter Soldier chase scene was in Washington D.C., not Manhattan.

Between this show and The Big Sick, I want Zenobia Shroff to be the go-to Pakistani mom in everything. I half-expected her to tell Kamala not to pursue a career on comedy.

She’s delightful.

It can be two things.

I’ll do you one better… why is Marc Spector?

As reported elsewhere, Disney+ is also updating the parental controls on 16 March so parents can’t prevent their kids from watching the blood and the swears. So you can forget all that Hulu hooey. The Defenders (and Punisher) are comin’ to the Plus, y’all!

Is there an HBO Super-Max where we can get condensed episodes of Euphoria with just the Rue storyline and nothing else? Because the rest of the characters can go to hell. Teen melodrama eye-rolling bullshit hell.

Given the show’s love of hair metal, it’s probably no accident that the season finale’s destination is called Coverdale Ranch. (Perhaps one of the 11th Street Kids will mention that the Cow looks kinda sorta like a white snake.)

This show would be 1000x better if it was just about Rue. Everything else is just window dressing. Gaudy, bright blaring shit neon window dressing. (Obviously, the stuff with Jules, Elliot, and Fezco can stay.)

Sunday morning

Characters like Lexi and Kat, who were previously underserved, are coming into focus, even being given a chance to shine.

Am I going crazy, or did people want this musical number to be a sincere attempt at musical theatre? It’s supposed to be a cheesy, un-self-aware Broadway showstopper number, designed to make Clint Barton as uncomfortable as possible, and it succeeded on all points. Bravo. (And Adam Pascal was the icing on the cake,…

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