If it helps, you get to see him with his shirt off.

There are fantasy rules? But… it's fantasy ; i.e. pertaining to the fantastic, or unreal.

When Joan's stepfather comes to the, ah, 22b/ New York equivalancy, to offer up his sequel manuscript, I immediately assumed he was playing her in one of those passsive agressive gambits that close relatives can do so well.
The fact that the whole thing ultimately seemed totally genuine and led to a rapprochement …

I think that, for the French- as for the Spanish, the Italians, the Portuguese, the Germans, the gender is part of the word. It's us weirdo Anglo-Saxon types with our freakish genderless nouns that are the real anomoly.

I was postpubescent, but hell, yes.

He does that weird flexy twitchy business with his hands and fingers even when he's not acting.

Entertaining enough, but I hate the way Stuart has become this sad sack, poor man's
Alan Harper (which is pretty fucking sad). He started out as an interesting character when he was first introduced- an artist nerd who could have been a counterpoint to all the maths/physics nerds in the show- and has now become an…

Is that where he's asking the butcher, (sorry, boucher) "Is them the thoughts of cows?"

That's all I remember from my schoolroom German, the Frau leading chants of , "Der! Die! Das!"

I, too am going to start watching French movies (I have Le Samourai lined up already), though my own French is execrable so I'll be using subtitles. I'm also going to listen to French translations of books I'm really familiar with, like Au Coeur des Tenebres and Le Seigneur des Anneaux, in hope of improving.

She's crying? I thought she was trying not to sneeze.

I was thinking that; there was a recent Kevin Hart vehicle with that guy from Old School that had almost exactly the same plot.

Yeahh, me, too.

I don't think Dean is obsessed with Claire; I think it's more he's obsessed with Claire preferring Olyphant over him. Her rebuffing him but staying single works in his whole life as a t.v. show delusion: Olyphant shatters that comfortable paradigm. And he's the new Grinder.

"See, this is the genius of the show. Run, awesomely pneumatic actress/model/whatever, run like the wind!"

. I liked Miami Vice, too (apart from that so-tedious-it-feels-shot-in-real-time "romantic interlude" between Farrell and Gong Li.) The climactic gunfight, and the assault on the trailer full of those Nazi doofuses (doofi?) in particular, were as tense and exciting as anything Mann has ever done.

I'd guess at anhedonia.
Asinine and anile (except that refers to women) are also appropriate.

This made me laugh far harder than it probably should.

Like I said, classy.

I hope it's the really good one from the 'eighties; with a Darcy who looks like a gentleman and not a French drawing master or a vagabond and a Jane Bennett who's actually attractive, rather than the thick necked behemoth who featured in the Firth version.