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Netflix’s algorithm is already determining what creative decisions to make, e.g., Fukunaga getting notes about what to include in Maniac without recourse to say no. Sounds healthy for TV. It’s why this show was created: stars famous people, is written/directed by an “auteur”, sci-fi about technology of today, weird

IF YOU WANT CALCULON TO DOUBLE CHECK HIS PAPERWORK, PRESS 2

In conclusion, Bob’s Burgers is a land of contrasts.

**Clears throat, stands up in front of class, shuffles papers, and begins to read**

Barely “fazed”

“Fazed,” not “phased.”

[Sighs, take two sock puppets from a drawer.]

This was a great episode of Robert’s Hamburgers. It was especially funny when Tina solved the quintuple-homicide with Sideshow Bob. C+

She also doesn’t want to be a part of the boy band. She wants to stage a meeting with Damon who is on his way to the audition.

This is really... meager... as far as reviews here go. It doesn’t even mention the fact the episode is a musical episode featuring the guest voices of folks like Daveed Diggs and Andrew Rannells.

In America, crazy homeless people yell at you. In former Soviet Union, crazy American celebrities yell at homeless people. What a country!

Batman in “The Case Of Too Many Jokers.”

Why are people excited for the Todd Phillips movie? I’m honestly curious what movies he made since the Hangover Part 3 that show that this guy has dramatic chops.

Granted the Russo’s were a pleasant surprise.

Saw Green Room as part of the London Film Festival with an unsuspecting crowd, mostly due to how impressed I was with Blue Ruin and keen to see Patrick Stewart as a Neo-Nazi. Still remains one of the most exhilarating experiences I’ve had in a cinema. You could hear the audience groan with tension and dread just as

Eric Idle was a HUGE starfucker.

There are dips and rises in any musical era. Pre-Beatles, you had bad pop music from the likes of Pat Boone, Fabian, Frankie Avalon. In the 1970s it was Captain and Tenille, Bobby Goldsboro and the worst song ever written, Having My Baby. We are in one of the worst eras right now for pop music, unfortunately, with its

“and I go to the theater to jack off to porn.”

And relevant. Don’t forget relevant.

You’re still missing the point.

They also released a study concluding that if you read this article and then immediately toss out their data to insist that, no, actually you stream new music all the time because you are a very knowledgeable music person, you are missing the point entirely to be insufferable.