Any film with a text by Millar is guaranteed to be “What if the protagonist was one of those douche-bro fratboys that used to be the villans in 70's and 80's movies?”

As abhorrent and tone deaf as that ending was it was also a class warfare revenge fantasy where the lower class literally fucks the uppermost class in the ass.

This is a movie that doesn’t only beat the crap out of proto-Trump voters, it also makes its villain a climate change advocate. It was also directed by a Brit who’s probably laughing at your attempt to map his movie to your left/right political divide.

The first movie had the gall to claim being appalled by its mass murder of backwards rubes — poor Colin Firth was forced to kill them! — while also clearly enjoying said mass murder. It wasn’t ambivalent or intriguing, just cowardly and incoherent and it’s worth noting if the sequel has similar bullshit.

Tables. Tables are made for people to put bowls on.

Oh man, are you the commenter who eats his own shit? You guys, you know he eats his own shit, right?

I remember the contemporary reviews absolutely brutalized the first couple episodes. I admit it stumbled a bit out of the gate, and I’ve never liked to accuse a writer of not “getting” a piece of entertainment as a means of justifying my own enjoyment. But man, the AV Club just did not get Bojack at all in the…

He became a well adjusted and successful character actor?

Poor Jared has been so conditioned by the boys that someone finally calls him by his real name and he corrects them that it has been changed. That both cracked me up and made me a little sad.