They almost had to cut the scene where James Cagney shoves a boob into his boyfriend's face.

See, that strikes me as way, way more disrespectful to Da Troops than giving a trans woman an award or saying you didn't like a Clint Eastwood movie, but what do I know?

The point of it is Trump's skin is so thin it's got a modeling contract.

Is a movie really pro-gay if it tacks on a vague pro-tolerance moral onto an entire movie's worth of gay panic jokes?

Abbi Jacobson is the True Detective.

And I was THERE, too.

I would call In Bruges even darker than the above, considering it's very much about cartoonish-seeming violence having physical and emotional consequences.

SMOKE UP, ANI!

I couldn't get over everyone being allowed to drop f-bombs all of a sudden. It's like when the Wizard of Oz switches to color.

Bad Santa was Lorne Malvo the whole time.

Your booty don't need ponderous, on-the-nose analysis.

Talk like normal people?

The amateur dentistry, I think, was supposed to assuage the underworld's fears as to whether or not he's still got it, but that sort of erroneously presumes capacity for violence is all it takes for organized crime to give you the time of day. (Indeed, if a guy who made a big deal of going legit got back in the game…

And, more charitably, us getting to know Stringer as a drug dealer rather than on the brink of legitimacy.

Probably should have picked the show that didn't get an American remake, then.

Staying with Hannibal this season has done wonders for my patience for plot stagnation.

W.E.B. was left out.

Is there a single beat in Paul's storyline besides his sexuality that hasn't been find-and-replace with Jimmy Darmody?

"STYMIED, I tells ya!"

[Homer Simpson voice] WHY DOES EVERYTHING I SMASH LEAVE ME?!