I recall an episode where Jerry got huffy at someone who hit on his gay tablemate right in front of him, feeling insulted that the interloper didn’t even consider that the two of them were an item. Fairly progressive for the mid-90s.

I had a bad dream that there was yet one more game to play. But it’s really happening!

Gonna put a pin in this one until I think of something clever.

A friend I normally trust told me the best beer out there is Riot Juice, from Hidden Springs here in Tampa. Let’s look at the ingredients!

Catcher is still great for the cynical line about how, no matter where you go in the world, someone has been there before to graffiti “Fuck You” on it.

Maybe I’m talking out of school, but Tarek and Christina don’t strike me as “spreadsheet” people. Perhaps there was a time, but I’d lay money they refer to themselves as “talent” now.

I have no direct evidence, but I just know that Tarek is psyched to get one shot of himself doing demo and - once that’s in the can - fucks off to a trailer while the rest of the crew does the work.

Damn Skippy, the payoff came through in a Jif.

It’s not “How can I get her to film me having a cry-wank into a pair of waders?”

On the other hand...Marc Maron?

The process of growing up is identifying with Rob when you’re younger, then realizing he is a shitbag as you age. Still a great film, though.

Because the South had less of a chance to win the Civil War than Germany had of winning WWII, and Germany was fighting a two-front war, with one of the fronts being on the ground in fucking Russia. Our credulity can only stretch so far, especially to accommodate this turd of an idea.

It doesn’t help that the rhythm of the dialogue gets tripped up by the characters having to refer to the fake in-universe names for things, like “Vinewood” instead of “Hollywood” or “Bleeder Burger” instead of “Big Mac.”

“That’s one DOOMed space marine.”

Fun fact: The Miami “Hollywood” sign only exists in movies and is only like 5 feet tall. No such structure in the real Miami.

I thought it was ok. All of the Netflix original action movies just seem to be missing something for me. This, Triple Frontier, Polar...all competent with decent setpieces, just missing some connective tissue scene-to-scene to make me actually care. Slick but soulless.

Anybody recall the quiz show with John McEnroe where you answered questions to gain money, but then they dangled a snake in front of you (for one example) and you lost money if your heart rate went above a certain base line and you kept losing money until you calmed back down?

Lookit yer hands, ya got CITY hands! Never worked a day in yer life!

Not sure what (if any) irony level you’re operating on but these are children’s movies and not homework for grown adults. If you think one movie can sully another (doubtful, but ok), you’re under zero obligation to sit through it.

Great news: You don’t have to watch any of this drivel!