Not knowing how far you got into the show, I guess I should mark this as a SPOILER, but…

The worst thing I’ve seen lately is Things.

Alas, there goes my scorching hot take.

There’s a strong bias on the list toward new shows. So it goes for a pop culture tabloid site, I guess: whatever new product it coming out is hyped up and celebrated, and anything in its second year or later is niche appeal at best. There’s so much new shit that one can’t keep up with it all.

It’s a shame that the ballots are not presented with commentary. I would like to see a full-throated defense of The Challenge or The Real Housewives.

All good. If I didn’t want a little snarky pedantry in my life, I wouldn’t come to the AV Club.

Well I, for one, welcome our new extinct arthropod overlords. 

This year, like last year, I haven’t gone to the movies nearly so much as I did in the before times, and a lot of these I haven’t caught yet.still, I can say with confidence that I would include Benedetta on the best of the year. God bless you, Paul Verhoeven. May you live to be a thousand years old, gracing us every…

Murray will now be played by a broom on a stand.

Now more than ever, perhaps.

The first bacteria to coalesce out of primordial ooze had some great cracks about Jeffrey Epstein.

Nowadays America has more of a “Fucking around for me and finding out for thee” bent, honestly.

And hey, he’ll always have a steady gig with… uh… Mr. Pickles.

Huh. I would figure that nowadays making an ostensibly Christian movie without guest sermons from Dana Loesch and Mike Lindell would be grounds for excommunication, possibly even stoning.

Of course, the main event tonight is The Last Drive-In’s Christmas special. Last year, Joe Bob saved Christmas. This year, he returns to ruin it. He and co-host Diana Prince are doing a gift exchange, giving each other movies that they long hoped to showcase on the program. Given Prince’s sacrilegious preference for…

I imagine they’ll be raking the royalties for “Born in the USA” getting played at Republican campaigns.

At last, the gritty reboot of Row, Row, Row Your Boat that we deserve shall grace the silver screen.

I would prefer not to.

It turns out that she could indeed be somewhat more obvious.

Flex Mentallo wouldn’t be talking so tough to him if he still had his jackknife.