Smith really nails his line deliveries. I'd honestly rather watch a buddy comedy trio spin-off involving Smith, John Ross Bowie (Barry Kripke) and Kevin Sussman (Stuart Bloom) than I would The Big Bang Theory itself most of the time.
Smith really nails his line deliveries. I'd honestly rather watch a buddy comedy trio spin-off involving Smith, John Ross Bowie (Barry Kripke) and Kevin Sussman (Stuart Bloom) than I would The Big Bang Theory itself most of the time.
I will touch on one positive aspect it did manage to accomplish for the show and that was that it brought in some decent guest stars (though McBride was utterly wasted but David Morse was a nice touch - unfortunately for the show, by the time they introduced the scowling, gravel-voiced Detective Tritter the entire…
Essentially just picture it as some person in a position of authority trying to rein in whatever unconventional or what they perceive as "off the rails" behavior of one of their undeniable top performers. It became so often a thing on House that it lost all meaning, basically.
I also didn't care for the portrayal of the character (I was genuinely surprised to find this was the unpopular opinion, in fact). I also had trouble in this episode not replacing Seth Gabel with Joel McHale throughout almost the entirety of his time on screen.
It's often the line they view that separates them from the villains they face.
Must've been their go to place when they realized an airplane to the crotch had been overdone.
While you're not wrong about it being obvious, the age factor here seems non-applicable when dealing with the role of Desire. Desire is anything one desires - young, old, male, female or whatever it needs to be.
At least Queenie can rejoice in the fact that Madison didn't decide to eat her. Why bother being the type of zombie who craves brains or human entrails when you can be one who craves a bisexual threesome instead?
Setting up an apartment is fairly simple when you kill its previous occupant who already did all the legwork for you. Apparently bathroom upkeep is low on the priority list for jazz musicians in general though.
I feel like the trial segments served to do little more than ruin what they hoped was a bigger twist than Merlyn putting an arrow into the driver and walking into frame. The minute Moira Does Merlyn became known my mind simply could not get to the obvious conclusion of that fast enough.
They should just opt to make the next season a running continuation of this one and subtitle it That's Our Zoe!
It felt like a way of indirectly answering all the constant nagging questions fans have had since the past few seasons, like why Unser has yet to pass away from complications related to his cancer.
I wouldn't dwell on it, being just shy of 10,000 total positive votes. I imagine the negative vote totals don't even (or barely) crack the triple digits.
I'm a little disappointed there was no scene with Tergesen holding a knife and screaming at Fusco: "THIS IS A WEAPON OF DEATH! NOT A BUTTERKNIFE!"
Patterson's effectiveness at intimidation seems to exist only in Patterson's mind. When she was standing in the hangar office looking at the carnage I kept wondering if she was thinking to herself: "Dammit sister, you didn't go hood deep enough!"
I envisioned Ben Franklin: Exorcist Revolutionary as a mini-series.
Only if they give us Thomas Jefferson: Warden of the Supernatural as well.
One of the writers must've made a conscious decision not to tiptoe into Lost waters.
It did seem convoluted to a small degree. I guess they wanted viewers to assume that Arnold wasn't certain if there was anyone still living that could eventually reveal the truth that he was little more than a self-involved snob.
Before they cut to the shot of him pulling it up around the rim, my mind kept focusing on the fact that the mesh looked like it had no liner.