With Daniel Day-Lewis’s retirement, it was inevitable that a new champion would rise. 

The very start of “Born To Run,” no contest.

Just that wonderful feeling you’d get when an episode would end with, say, a four-toed foot, and everyone would jump up and scream “WHAT? WHAT?” at each other.

They could at least have had the decency to call it A Supposedly Beloved Fiancee I’ll Never Do Again.

Watching Lost as it aired was the best thing ever.

Definitely a top-5 farty boner corpse movie.

You can just say “CEO.”

It had feminine hygiene deployed as a weapon!

It had feminine hygiene deployed as a weapon!

It’s already feinted towards this a little (hi, Mike Milligan!), but leaning more heavily into stories that incorporate race is a great idea and one I hope Hawley manages to turn into something insightful

And the ants now have the power to control reality. 

Now I’m going to die from trying to restrain my laughter in my cubicle.

I’ve never seen it, but it must be pretty good - after all, all of Bret’s friends went into town (without him) to see that movie, Maid in Manhattan.

At the end of John Wick 3 it turns out John Wick was Ethan Hunt in a mask the whole time.

It’s such a childish thing to say.

This is possibly the smallest display of displeasure ever to get called a tantrum. Seriously, I was expecting a genuine freak-out, but this is... almost nothing. The Nats have *wildly* overreacted to this. But, gotta “respect the game!” or whatever.

Imagine giving a flying fuck whether or not someone’s hat is on while someone else sings the anthem.

And trim those sideburns, Mattingly!

Marvin the Martian: what the fuck?

And then, after a refractory period, we release the sequel.