They should ditch Will Ferrell’s dumb idea and go with my dumb idea: basically, it’s The Parent Trap. The parents have split up, and John C. Reilly and Will Ferrell scheme to get them back together.

Return of the Pink Panther

I love the Coens, but I don’t want to come across as pushy at all, because it’s not my intent. This is more declarative than imperative—most of their movies I had to watch two of three times before they really “clicked” with me, including O Brother and Lebowski, which I love now beyond all reason.

I’m as guilty as anyone else for contributing to Halloween’s box office success. I’m sorry. 

Their condensed remixes of The Jim Bakker Show are legitimate short-form horror.

I used to love Prime Minister’s Questions back when Blair was around.

Hey look, there’s a new O’Neal Article! (On Vulture.)

“Any man, in the right situation, is capable of murder. But not any man is capable of being a good camper. So, murder and camping are not as similar as you might think.” —Jack Handey

That’s Amazon’s house style.

Jesus Christ. 

We must have watched different trailers. The one I saw didn’t look like a “jerkoff celebration” of anything, have a “wow, you’re a Romanoff!” moment, or really much plot or character detail at all. You’re clearly worked up about something, based on... something, I guess, so I’ll leave you to it. 

Close!

This is the biggest stretch of the thread. Also, he wants to gain one power dynamic?

Not that gay people don’t father children, but Glen (the creepy kid) was played by Matthew Weiner’s son. Incidentally, the elder Weiner always claimed to be surprised that people thought of Glen as creepy.

I suppose if any show can do something remotely interesting with this gimmickry, it’d be Black Mirror.

Bob’s Burgers is a Pixelated Nightmare

“In our time, political speech and writing are largely the defence of the indefensible. Things like the continuance of British rule in India, the Russian purges and deportations, the dropping of the atom bombs on Japan, can indeed be defended, but only by arguments which are too brutal for most people to face, and…

Sounds like you hate jazz. Can I interest you in some trap? 

People who take anything too seriously are a total bummer, especially if they base their entire identity on it. I’m friends with a bunch of musicians, who range from total amateurs to full-time professionals. I’m not friends with people who can’t talk about anything else.

I’m not looking forward to a Todd Phillips (nor comic book movie, and especially not a DC movie), I’m looking forward to a Joaquin Phoenix movie.