"BEWARE OF THE BLOB IT CREEPS AND LEAPS AND SLIDES AND GLIDES ACROSS THE FLOOR OH NO!"

SERIOUSLY. Every single woman has been in her place, and she was like a literal Joan of Arc leading the revolution up there.

And that it popped up on the screen of the CBS livestream I was watching.

My roommate and I (both members of that group "millennial women who have issues with some of Clinton's policies") were literally cheering and high-fiving throughout the debate. It was THRILLING to see a woman on the national stage so utterly decimate a man trying to interrupt and shout her silent.

Not cool, Doctor! You won't always be around to defend the planet when we need you!

But, to be honest, isn't that just true of all historical figures in any movie.

I saw someone refer to this show as Poldark and handsome—and I can't lie—I laughed for ten seconds.

PREACH!

Ahh, Indian Summers. I've been meaning to catch that.

I just want Francis to die in a well!

I love this show. It is delightfully fast-paced (months will go by without warning in a single episode) and Poldark is a self-righteous joker most of the time, and 90% of the show is people standing on cliffs—but it's perfect!

This looks dumb.

I TRUSTED YOU DENZEL WITH THIS REMAKE OF ONE OF MY FAVORITE FILMS. I TRUSTED YOU.

So excited for this one! Imagine! A Hollywood big-budget film about Africa, with African actors (David Oyelowo was born in the UK, but lived in Nigeria for many years), from a director who—while not of African origin—has lived in Uganda for twenty years. AND BEST OF ALL: NOT A WHITE PERSON IN SIGHT!

It's also weirdly supporting the narrative of: ughhh millennials are more widely respectful and appreciative of the diversity of individuals…THEY CREATED NARCISSISM.

Leave Robert Denby alone!

This one will be all about bird law.

I know that GDT's planned sequel was supposed to rely heavily on Charlie Day's character (GDT is a big Always Sunny fan), but I'm not sure if that's happening anymore. :-/

That's the main point in Aaron Taylor-Johnson's favor playing the ~less interesting~ lead of a monster movie: at least he could hide his accent.

You make a compelling argument, but all I see is Striker Pentecost as the cool dad who sacrifices himself (and bland blond man #2) for his adoptive daughter—AND NOW I'M CRYING AND I WON'T LISTEN TO REASON.