And without a prenup.

I genuinely want to see Birdie vs. Rhonda.  I have no idea what that’s going to look like, but it has to happen.

I haven’t read DC in years, but if Geoff Johns is paying lip service to hope and optimism, starting tomorrow, while indulging his sweet tooth for gore and cynicism right now, then he’s exactly where I left him.

It makes perfect sense in Hell when she’s surrounded by a swarm of flies and covered in anthrax. When she’s at the airfield, she’s Anna Maxwell Martin in a dumb hat. No flies, no boils. Did they just run out of money? Sometimes Ned Dennehy is a guy in a wig, sometimes he has a frog on his head. It’s distracting.

This was a fun show. Sheen was a delight to watch. A great cast can overcome a lot and I liked spending time with these people.

I must be a sucker for dogs, because I found Dog rejecting Adam to be a much more persuasive reason for his face turn than whatever it was in the book.

I think I can explain the Sheen thing.  As everyone knows, “David Tennant” took that as his stage name because there already was an Emilio Estevez in The Actor’s Guild.

The sex always made me think of a very Pratchett-y kind of wordplay, where the witch turns a Newt into a man.  The thing I like about their relationship is the reverse Adam-and-Eve quality whereby he tempts her to stop living by the tenets of an omniscient supernatural ghost. Also, the echoes of Crowley and…

This is a great episode for Sheen.

This is where I start wishing that they’d have just set it in 1990. I get the urge to set it in pre-apocalyptic 2019, but too many of the particular quirks, like the “Elvis Presley faked his death” jokes, just don’t have any currency anymore.

David Tennant has chemistry with everyone.  I have never seen him in a scene with another actor where he didn’t make the other guy look great (I did not see the American version of Broadchurch).  

I got a Terriers notification for this?!

The thing that impresses me most with the writing in this episode is the sheer number of red herrings they threw out to keep people from landing on what could have been a predictable ending. 5 minutes in, I was sure Terry was going to win it, but 20 minutes in, I would have given 3:1 on him or Kevin or even the…

Beatriz does an awful lot of low-key physical comedy on this show. For some reason, it rarely LOOKS like it. It looks like Rosa doing yoga, or doing ballet, or wearing funny wigs, but every once in a while, she ends up rolling down the sidewalk in office chairs with Hitchcock and Scully, or something like this…

I didn’t think I could love Tammè more, but when the two guys bust into the locker room and Sheila bites the one on the leg and shit’s about to jump off, look at what Tammé’s holding in the background of Debbie’s shot.   A big can of Aqua Net and a zippo. She was straight-up about to flamethrower those dudes!! 

I’d recommend the documentary How to Survive a Plague.

After some research, I’ve found the song they play over the jogging scene is called “I’ll Walk Alone” by a band called The Pills. Like last season’s crate-digger, The Jetzons, The Pills were a never-arrived pop-post-punk band from Arizona. I wonder if someone in the GLOW music department grew up there.

I’m encouraged by the way that Yolanda in the hotel room in episode 9 pronounces “Arthie” with an aspirated “th,” Hindi-style.  She’s willing to take little troubles for her.

Couple other thoughts:

I will mark it down to Darkest Timeline paranoia, then.