Entering the Bone Zone

Top five most sinking feelings of all time... 1-5 (tie): Firing up AVTAK on Netflix and immediately noticing the running time of TWO HOURS AND ELEVEN MINUTES. Probably my favorite episode of HDTGM ever. Hot crowd, funny guests, the whole posse was together, and the most needlessly convoluted and bonkers bad guy plot of all time. Five stars.

It was also a story thread that had no real payoff. Why did we even need Stephen Root's character at all?

So that is what I saw? I thought maybe, somehow, some way, Allan's chest hair was creeping into the shot. I am not sure if this increases or decreases my enjoyment of the movie.

Above Allan's kitchen table was the word "DINNER" in enormous letters. Was this poster a reference to a classic film that I missed, or was that just to remind the audience where food consumption took place in Allan's home?

Maybe it was the Daily's frozen hurricanes I was enjoying, but for about 3/4 of the movie I kept saying to myself, "this really isn't THAT bad." It didn't feel as outright HDTGM-y as most of the other films in the canon. Jimmy James from Newsradio playing the classic "evil faculty head at a research university" archetype! Ira from Mad About You as the addict/researcher/scoundrel-but-in-a-loveable-way best friend! Granted, that particularly D storyline was not resolved at all.

Totally noticed this, too. He had a Ferrari, a Rolls Royce, and a presumably expensive motorcycle parked perpendicular to one another in the world's smallest rich man garage.

Samesies. Her "attraction" to Harley was based on little more than him repeatedly telling her how hot he thought she was, and how because of her hotness he would put her on a pedestal. Then she would say she was married and he would basically say he didn't give a shit. And the attraction was conveyed with blank stares and FULL BEATS between every line of dialogue. Why were all the scenes so long? At one point I literally (h/t Zouks) got up to take a deuce when Judith and Harley were staying at work late, returned a few minutes later, and found that the conversation was STILL HAPPENING.

1) Am I the only one who found it utterly bizarre that a professional therapist/counselor (presumably someone with a calm disposition, taught to temper reaction and emotion) absolutely loses her mind for two solid minutes because some "street toughs" catcall her? The reaction was so disproportionate to the scene and to what they were trying to establish about Judith. From that point on I had no choice but to view her as a sociopath. 2) The entire setup to get Judith and Satan Zuckerberg together made little sense to me from a story building standpoint. It was not clear why a dating service for rich people would feel the need to staff a full time therapist. Writing questionnaires is one thing, but do you really need a Master's Degree in counseling for that job? And even if you wanted one, wouldn't it have been obvious to Cajun Vanessa Williams (I thought the accent vacillated between French, Caribbean, and Creole magnificently) that this person was not a good fit for your business?

Gus' numbers got me thinking: Are there legit Stallone apologists in the world? Save Rocky and of course Snaps Provolone from the incredible "Oscar," I cannot think of a time I really enjoyed him or any of his films. Even the by-the-numbers action stuff is ruined by his mush mouth delivery. How is this guy a star? And for 40 years no less!