I mean gay. Twister had too many guys cavorting on it in pretzels not to have felt nothing.

Sorry—who's Vasili? The scientist Phillip sent back? I have the same problem with Justified in not being able to remember minor characters from previous seasons if they haven't appeared in a while.

I said to my TV, "Shoot her in the leg." Then she could have been sent back to her country or to the SU as a failed agent. But I guess Liz in that split second thought of that and decided against it, because Lucia would be unstoppable in her vengeance and she might have returned somehow and gone and gone after the…

I hope the Republican watchers of this show payed attention to that snippet of actual speech where he talked about not cutting taxes.

Stephen King tweeted about this. He wrote that symbolism isn't supposed to be that subtle. I agree. If it is, people won't see it and it wouldn't be symbolism.

Who else loves Oleg and Nina? Olna! I'd be happy seeing Oleg introduce Nina to a lot more American pop culture. One date they'll play Twister, if that was out during the early 80s.

Thanks! Well, you know, synecdoches are convenient for a fast and knowledge dense world. It's easier to give shorthand to anything than explore it in depth. And I don't know any other that-famous psychologists. There's Jung but there's no Jungian Slip. In physics there are famous recent innovators and teachers like…

Ah, man, as soon as the director credit appeared, John Dahl, I knew this was going to be a great episode. In addition to his feature film work, I don't have to tell you guys his outstanding TV work, including some great episodes of Justified. I said this in my Fargo comment and I'll say it again here: TV is no longer…

Fun fact: The Remains of the Day is Jeff Bezos' favorite novel. He views it as a regret-avoidance parable, in that reading it will make you realize you can't have any regrets and better start living life. One of the things I learned reading George Packer's New Yorker takedown of Amazon as the death knell of books in…

Which I would still love to see. Or, even better, a miniseries of the Devil In White City.

That was a fictional thriller—and a damn good one—instead of a real father of psychology solving murders. Which is a pretty big waste. The man's life was interesting enough to fictionalize it in the tritest way possible.

Never took a psychology class, and I read years ago in the paper that Freud is pretty much outdated now as effective; that advances in therapy and neuroscience prove him wrong on a lot of things. True?

Well, I saw it before I had a great knowledge and appreciation of their work. The thing felt too ponderously slow, and I didn't see why or what the point was. So I'm fully prepared to say I didn't get it, didn't get the philosophical or movie references it played off of. I do remember the car scene, and teenage ScarJo…

The Coens are a perfect reason why I hate rankings and hierarchies of art. There's such a surfeit of riches in the filmography that I can't pick just one. It's usually the latest Coen Brothers movie they release is the best one. In this case, Inside Llewyn Davis is already a classic for me. But so are many others.…

I agree with the first sentence, but they're going to fall like Icarus if they keep marketing themselves with that stupid adjective. Google's motto was "Don't be Evil" and look at them now. When you tout yourself as "Fearless" pretty soon you're not going to be. I hope they keep up the good work, but better to keep…

As I wrote in my comment somewhere here, the pacing was cinematic. I felt like I was watching a Mike Leigh movie during the hospital waiting room scene. Not afraid to let the camera run, and not afraid of having it run showing human discomfort.

A lot more impish, to our benefit as viewers. Chigurh was intentionally written to be a dour sourpuss. He was grimly following the cosmic rules of evil. Malvo is having fun, and so we are too. They followed the Paradise Lost playbook of making the villain the most exciting character.

This was damn good. The directing, editing, pacing, cinematography were all expansively cinematic. And the writing, which combined with all to produce not a pastiche of the Coen Brothers movie but a homage or reinterpretation that was loving. But all of that needs to be anchored by great actors, and boy, was it. Billy…

Dammit, I can't log on using my AV account.

Have to watch the whole series again, because I didn't see all of the episodes, and I don't remember most, but my favorite TNG episode is the one where Picard leads a full other life complete with wife and children, becoming very old, and all in a half-hour time span.