Wherein the narrator talks about the fact that, even though he loves horror movies, he's for some reason really annoyed when they end up actually scaring him.

Wherein the recent absence is explained and your narrator offers to send you a handwritten letter, if you'd like one.

Wherein two guys who like the book talk about the movie being a strange disappointment.

Wherein the Book Critic indulges me in talking at length about Orson Welles, Quentin Tarantino, the hurdles of writing a major biography (which he's currently doing), conspiracies revolving around Reagan and Shakespeare, and why the Nobel Prize in Literature doesn't mean anything.

Wherein the narrator seems to think he's making a point about, what, the Oscar pool being too varied to really call one superior to another? Except for Darkest Hour. Darkest Hour is bad.

Wherein the narrator underplays the amount of wine he drank before deciding, on a whim, to rant about THE CLOVERFIELD PARADOX's surprise appearance on Netflix.

Wherein the narrator finds an artful way to complain about having less free time.

Wherein the narrator mourns the vague pause of his favorite book series -- a pause that resonates in what appears to be his forthcoming job.

Wherein two young guys who do standup talk about older guys who do standup.

#14. BRIGHT, David Ayer, TWIN PEAKS: THE RETURN, and Other Stuff (feat. Pavel Klein) by Alexander Sorondo