Great finale to an incredible show I only managed to catch up with in the last week. But like some others here I do feel just the slightest disconnect ...

Setting aside the question of how the show handles politics (which I think is down to a bunch of lame individual choices), I disagree with your premise that the show doesn’t have to suck: I think the show does have to suck, a lot. It’s baked into the format, and has been since the beginning. I’ve been watching the…

Watched this on TV with my parents as a kid (don’t remember if we rented the VHS or it was on cable). I loved it, but what sticks in my mind is that when Shaw gets eaten, my parents were stunned that I didn’t flinch. They’d seen the movie in theaters when they were 19 or 20 and been horrified at that bit, and now…

I think if we wait about thirty years, and everybody agrees to hold out, then “what if this famous writer from the past was actually living the kind of stories they wrote?” might be a fun and fresh concept again.

Still think the problem here is that JJ made the movie he made, then he and Kathleen Kennedy pass the baton to Johnson and by all accounts tell him it’s up to him to figure out what he wants to do with it, what comes next, etc. (And we know setting up stuff without even the vaguest idea of where it’s going is JJ’s MO…

Legit want a full-length version of “Ten Feet High Club”.

I mean, Sam Worthington keeps getting work, probably because at this point he’s a semi-known quantity and one hopes he’s reasonably professional, but we can stop using him as an example of “why does Hollywood keep trying to make this guy a star?!” They’re not.

Maybe relevant to remind people that the main plot tension in Sully (the actual landing being the inciting incident) is basically a fabrication, though there apparently Eastwood had the grace to be persuaded to change the names of the NTSB officials.

Cold opening like a cold call: you haven’t been “warmed up” yet (in this case by the opening credits to tell you what the show is, who’s in it, what it’s about), they’re just jumping straight into the action. Of course today it’s less common that people watching TV just let a show end and then see what’s next or start…

Based on the five seasons I watched, which covered basically the entirety of the published books, regularly checking in with recaps and commentary about the three seasons I didn’t watch (I didn’t lose curiosity about what they were doing, I just decided I wasn’t enjoying watching the show anymore), several reads of…

Aside from the other reasons to question the movie, the role is uncastable. Assuming you mean to carry the story into the 90s, I don’t think it’s feasible to capture the extent of Jackson’s physical transformation, which is a huge part of the evolution of his public reception. Unless they can CGI a man’s nose smaller…

I thought my sarcasm would be obvious given how extremely I put the sentiment (which, basically, I have seen a bunch of people tossing out on Twitter and I want to strangle them). (Also you don’t need to dig that deep into my comment history to find some of my thoughts.)

I miss the old AVClub.

No: everyone loved Game of Thrones unhesitantly for eight and a half seasons and then abruptly turned on the show right before the end for bad reasons, and anyone who pretends otherwise is a liar.

I’m going to sidestep the Pete Davidson of it all and ask a Ken question that’s been bugging me recently:

And yet Harold Godwinson gets one of the most badass apocryphal lines in history. Relevant context: Harald Hardrada was supposed to be near 7 feet tall.

And finally I become one who complains about typos in the article because:

There have been several stories I’ve heard like this, where a person comes out the other end of a medical procedure with a new passion (and aptitude) for music. I sort of wish there were stories of people who were already obsessed with music and trying to make a go of it, recovering from a traumatic brain injury or…

I don’t actually want to be so monstrous as to insist that if you didn’t like a particular book (or even a particular style of book) you’re aesthetically wrong. And clearly there’s a profound gap between us; I started reading Moby Dick a few years after college with a kind of grudging idea that I should make myself rea…

It would be much easier to get on board with the “fun” of Gervais “not pulling any punches” if there weren’t a fair amount of evidence that he’s ludicrously thin-skinned for a man in his position.