Wherein the narrator talks about fucking up a work assignment, a secret book pseudonymously published online, and the mature loner-type silence of Paul Schrader's FIRST REFORMED, Martin Scorsese's SILENCE, and some other stuff.

Wherein the narrator explores the history of "lost" films and recounts his thoughts on the screenplay for Jerry Lewis's hidden film, about which he seldom spoke, an alleged slapstick comedy set in a concentration camp: THE DAY THE CLOWN CRIED.

Wherein the narrator nitpicks about HEREDITARY maybe just being more upsetting than scary -- then compares that experience to the one of watching Jeremy Saulnier's GREEN ROOM a couple years ago, and some other formative horror stuff as a kid.

Sean Penn published a novel.

Wherein the narrator complains about Gene Kelly being too indulgent and then praises him for the same thing. Gabs about Walt Disney and David Lynch.

Wherein the narrator, having just woken up, seems uninterested in raising his voice above a grumble. Also where he looks over his own most recent publication and talks about why it's maybe not that good.

Wherein the narrator makes an unintentional dick joke while eulogizing Philip Roth.

Wherein the narrator explains his absence, talks about things to come, and introduces you to his roommate.

Wherein the narrator rambles for a bit about his inability to ramble and then talks about watching ALIEN: COVENANT for the first time since its release last year,this time with director Ridley Scott's commentary.

Wherein the narrator talks in a slapdash way about having his lazy passive media consumption vindicated by a recent movie.