Explore our other sites
  • jalopnik
  • kotaku
  • quartz
  • theroot
  • theinventory
    westsidegrrl
    Cee
    westsidegrrl

    And for God’s sake, if it’s supposed to take place in the ‘90s, make it feel like the ‘90s. “Baby, Can You Dig Your Man?” and the dystopian portrayal of NYC when Larry visits his mother in the beginning make it still feel very ‘70s.

    Yes! Fantastic opening! As many mistakes as the miniseries made (those special effects, oy—Flagg’s hideous mullet--some of the casting (I like Mollie Ringwald in general but didn’t like her Frannie))—it hit some home runs and was beautifully scored.

    And Eddie’s conflict with his mom and wife is just a watered-down version of Beverly’s story.

    And when he first meets Larry and hears how they solved problems by asking themselves “What would Harold do?” Oh Harold. His epiphany at the end is so, so sad.

    I LOVE THAT BOOK!!! My heart broke when his friendship with the popular kid (Tarby?) went south.

    I don’t know if you’re referencing this new adaptation or not, but he first starts down the dark path when he and Frannie meet Stu (well before he meets Nadine, they have even reached Boulder yet). Harold is violently jealous and starts a diary, and in his first entry he states that he wants to murder both of them.

    Or like Peter Brady’s sad party where no one came. (I had a friend who can do the Photoshop superimpose Covfefe’s head on top of PB in a screencap from that episode, for the inauguration.)

    Wait, what? A JD is not a terminal degree? What comes after that? (I know very little about being a lawyer.)

    Right? That confused me as well—does he actually think they’re the same thing? Is his honorary? She literally is a doctor—she earned her degree, she wasn’t given the the title as a symbolic gesture. Outside the university setting, doctorates who aren’t MDs use their honorific all the time—for one thing, it gets your

    Yeah, Goblet of Fire was published in 2000 and was HUGE. I didn’t read the series until 2009 but even I remember hearing about this series that adults loved as much as children.

    You’d be surprised. A friend of mine is a bartender and told me he’d waited on Matthew Lewis and I asked him if he’d read the books. He said no (had only seen the movies) and I said Neville has a huge, rock star moment in the last movie. Also when I was standing on line for the last movie, there was a family behind me

    OHHHBBBB-vee-usss.........leeee

    HBP has some seriously stunning, gorgeous sequences. My favorite is the one starting with the Ron/Lavender kiss at the post-match celebration—the noise and the jubilation leading to Harry following Hermione out to the hallway, their conversation with that lovely, melancholy underscoring, the Ron/Hermione/birds

    I think any school that awards a diploma to someone who writes as poorly as that should have their accreditation yanked. I went to a school that doesn’t award scholarships to functionally illiterate people. (And in fact my college did not give out athletic scholarships at all, not that there is any correlation or

    USC isn’t even an Ivy or Poison Ivy.

    That’s probably a really good point.

    Why in God’s name is William even watching it? My parents’ divorce was ugly and incredibly protracted (the custody battles went on for years) but it wasn’t even half as bad as Charles and Diana’s. The very last thing I would want to do is relive it. I find it painful just thinking about it. Don’t do that to yourself,

    Because that’s not the kind of marriage Diana wanted. She had an emotionally barren childhood and she’d sought comfort in romance, and that’s the kind of marriage she wanted--and what everyone was telling her she would get. She married the Prince, didn’t she? She did. not. want. to have a half-marriage, and she didn’t

    Had he abdicated before marrying Camilla, Andrew would now be the heir to the throne *shudder*

    Right? Penniless prince without a country or no, she wanted THAT. Even though originally they were planning on steering him toward Margaret.