This is the kind of episode that got me into this series in the first place. Part supernatural, part B-movie style horror, and all around funny as hell.
Netflix might be the future. The revolutionary little service that allows you to stream movies and television dang near anywhere --including your smart phone and tablet-- has grown by leaps and bounds since its mail-order rental days.
"Oh don't fall into that trap. Best thing I ever did was quit show business. No more disappointment. No more compromise. Now if I fail, it's completely on my terms."
In this fictionalized version of Marc Maron's life, the poor guy can not even afford a proper audio studio to record his podcast on.
The all sizzle and no steak (no vampire pun intended) took a turn for the better this past Sunday. The pieces are starting to come together, direction for where this season is headed is becoming clearer, and some new characters are introduced, re-vamping (I swear I'm not doing this on purpose) the series in a good way.
First a quick rundown of what happened in "The Sun".
Age has not softened Brian Posehn, the heavy metal/ geek comedian (whose new album The Fartist is released this week from New Wave Dynamics). Nor has fatherhood. The special, which had its premiere earlier this spring on Netflix, is undeniably vintage Posehn, as he goes back to the well to once again examine the minutia of his favorite subjects.
Winnipeg has one of the most diverse and pound-for-pound funniest comedy scenes in Canada. The problem is, it's in Winnipeg.
Over the past decade, and even more-so in the past five years, the comics in my desolate stomping ground have been growing into impressive and formidable comedy beasts. Winnipeg is no stranger to fostering rich and healthy arts communities.
"Girls. Right. They're just people. They're... they're horny, scared, angry, bitter people just like me and you."
Those were the horribly self-centered and projected words of advice that Marc had for his assistant, Kyle, after the podcast interview with Aubrey Plaza.
It is rare for a prequel to approach its subject without blatant reference to its predecessor. With Monsters University, I never got a sense that it was a forced story trying to expand or offer insights to moments that happened in Monsters Inc. Of course there were obvious things that had to be addressed in order to avoid plot holes.
HBO's Sunday nights have been evenings of exciting television thanks to the epic series Game of Thrones. Fans of the network will no doubtably be missing their weekly trips to Westeros, but HBO is banking on the return to Bon Temp can fill that void.
There is no foreplay here. This thing unzips itself and goes in right dry. There is no stumbling, grumbling figure that appears as no threat. It begins with a bang.
The opening credits make it almost feel like you are about to watch a documentary. The let down happens after when it shows Brad Pitt and generic family unit.
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