It was the darkest moment on HBO last night.

I will miss the one-liners of Ben Cafferty most of all.

I just remember thinking as a nine year-old watching this (which was...confusing for a nine year-old) but one single takeaway:

This is a stupid and nerdy thing for an immediate takeaway from a show like Barry, but I am an anime nerd, so here’s the most important thing about this episode:

I loved that scene. The plea. That last line. They both killed it.

Yes. And this being a brand new account doesn’t diminish or discredit this point in the slightest.

Overwhemingly?

Agreed! They did a great job of exploring these kinds of civilian ramifications in Civil War, and that might be a great approach for, say, a Scarlet Witch or Dr. Strange entry.

Considering the Black Widow movie in the schedule with the possibilities of both prequel and Search-for-Spock potential with the very nature of the name, “Soul Stone,” I don’t think we’ve seen the last of Nat.

So does the title. That headline is just a perfect gauntlet for dreck-addicts like myself.

It’s a popular question I’m hearing right now: Is there any way to enjoy Michael Jackson’s music anymore?

Did Spike Lee just give the weirdest speech in Oscar history?

What is the “LGBT lifestyle”?

Billy on the Street is solid gold.

Naomi, Manila and Trinity all deserve to straight-up win this whole damn thing.

I grew up thinking the world cared as much as I did about Sneakers.

I quite liked Up In The Air and Young Adult.

It blows my mind that we can say such a thing about an episode where Danny DeVito stuffs buffalo wings up his nose at a gay bondage orgy, and yet I totally agree.

I heard somewhere, and I can’t remember where, that his wife/partner/girlfriend at the time was something of an editor of sorts for his ideas and really streamlined a lot of his wackier ideas. She wasn’t around for the later years, so he went pretty unfiltered.

On your side note, I thought she was boss in Green Room and love everything she touches from Arrested to Whip It.