"has at its disposable"

and in between those, it occurs to me, the Commodore sort of creates Nucky, and creates Jimmy, and Jimmy kills the Commodore. The circle of life.

I sensed the misdirection but didn't buy into it. Actually they'd already mentioned that they needed to off Narcisse. Plus there was no reason for them to off Nucky, he wasn't standing in their way. And then the forebodingness of the scene of him walking on the boardwalk and being beckoned into a dark room by the…

Couple thoughts. The B Boys are clever and funny, really liked their first season, "conceptual head humor" as Firesign Theatre, I think (maybe it was NatLamp), once called it in an comedy album-track about comedy. Obviously the song is terrible although it fits a pattern in this column of picking very easy universal…

So what you're really saying is that in fact I had heard, interpreted and was remembering it correctly. Game, set and match.

I heard Dominick West interviewed on Opie and Jimmy before the premiere aired, and I think he said that out to the 9th or 10th episode they still hadn't revealed what the crime was that is being investigated. Maybe I misheard, misunderstood or am misremembering.

Interesting, I usually like or am interested in movies about musicians, and William H. Macy is way up high on my list of will-automatically-see-anything-he's-in as an actor, and it sounds like my appreciation of his art may extend to his work as a filmmaker. (This is his first directorial outing, right?)

I never read that interview but man that was all pretty obvious just from watching the show.

I disagree very strongly. I actually think she was one of sitcommery's all-time best characters and the "Rebecca years" don't begin to hold a candle to the Diane years of the show. (Or should that be sitcomdom?)

I missed the "Marks" gag, and had no idea why she yelled "Ruffalo."

The car I had before this one, I drove for years with one speaker blown. I liked to pretend that I was hearing all my music in exotic, collector's edition mixes. When I did finally get a new car with all speakers working, there was a lot to discover on the cd's I had bought in that time, I had never heard the right…

You guys are all giving good examples of why in the end I thought this was such a stupid show. Nothing makes sense, has any consistency or seems to have been thought out at all, it all just seems (clearly) made up as they went along and increasingly impossible to bring together with any coherence. I mean I enjoyed…

It was devastating to read that it's been *nine years* since this amazing series aired. I loved it but maybe love Lisa Kudrow's next series, "Web Therapy" where she delivers a similarly brilliant, nuanced, hilarious comedic performance, even more; so I hope that's still "coming back" as well. Highly recommended.

Just couldn't have said it better myself, the writer makes many of the same points I have in defending this great flick over the years. Except he forgets to also single out Shelley Duvall who was absolutely BORN to play Olive Oyl, she is fantastic here.

Well, I don't know but the argument should be dead, it should have been stillborn because the question at its heart - did Tony Soprano die? - is just meaningless, it doesn't refer to anything, it doesn't have any coherent or meaningful answer either true or false.

No I watched it largely because of Odenkirk and I liked it a lot. Conceptual "head" humor (that expression comes from an ancient National Lampoon comedy track I think), sketches that kind of turn inside out and aren't what you first thought they were going to be - very Mr. Show. I always liked it best when Bob was…

I don't know - basically to me any show starring Bob Odenkirk has a good chance of being really good.

"I provide the roof!" I was surprised when Bill started singing that old Toto song.

I stand corrected, gentlemen. I was thinking of another Gin Blossoms' hit, the somewhat similarly titled "Til I Hear It From You," which Crenshaw co-wrote.

No mention of the fact that the song was (unless I'm mistaken but I don't think so) written by Marshall Crenshaw, one of my way-up-high top favorite singer-songwriter-solo-recording-artists (especially in the "power pop" category) ever.