I’m perplexed. How was this “off menu” before. You could get a quesadilla whenever you wanted, and I’d always assumed that meant it wouldn’t “break” the system to get whatever you wanted on it before they put it in the hot press. (and that you get 3 little doses of salsas on the side). Why wouldn’t one be able to…

Big Baby would be worse...

“While it would have been funny for the sketch to focus on the less-desirable aspects of the multiplex...”

No, it wouldn’t have, and most likely had they done it? You’d call it out for being pedantic.

It’s sad when these reviews are as much on autopilot as you deemed it to SNL.

But please, ask about Cecily a few more…

Can’t stand Sherman. Her self-congratulatory smirk at everything she does just flips my switch from congenial to inflammatory. 

Sour grapes much? The show aims low, and scores its points exactly as it desires. If the adults all “grew up” as you suggest? We’d have a really uninteresting story. If that was your aim? Maybe it’s why you’re a critic and not a creator. Sorry. Not trying to be a snarky d-bag here. It’s just that your point is VALID,…

To be fair? I thought Harvey Weinstein’s Challah recipe was fairly useful. And Louis CK’s “Chicken Breasts with Special Sauce” might have been a bit beyond the pale.

The whole thing feels like a “lose-lose”. Charlene let her 10-years-too-late shaming out into the world. David attempts to mansplain the event back. Had he just privately apologized to her, explanation or not, it would continue the narrative of his vilification in this context. But the damage is done: no matter how…

Now, could you please re-retire?

Welcome back. Message received. My feelings are clearly hurt, so, congratulations.

Do you get paid by the word? Or did you turn on speech-to-text, and then dictated a piece for ‘This American Life’. Man-oh-Manischewitz was this a long-winded go-nowhere rant. “I love title sequences, and am sad, but understand why a data-driven service has stymied them.”

Fantastic.

But not as meta-fantastic as me…

Instead of another loathsome comment about the banal predictability of a well-written piece of blogature (masked in a passive aggressive barb at something off-topic), maybe you should use your powers for good. Like perhaps you could locate a search engine and type in what topics you’d prefer to view, and then view…

I hate this site now. I hate YOU now. All I know is hate. HATE! (Is that snarky enough or...?)