Just saw the trailer for Antoine Fuqua’s Michael Jackson biopic. I don’t know what the hell Paul Mazursky has to do with Michael Jackson, but I can hear Oscar knocking on Miles Teller’s door!

Just a random reminder that Kim Davis feeling the awesome power of the Lord is the single most off-putting sight in the world.

Don’t ever change, Orleans Parish

Makes the most sense if you read Musk’s response to a Daleks voice.

Now Playing: CRIMSON PEAK. Just so there’s no misunderstanding, all those times I have said that I’m not picky about stage accents and think that British actors trying to sound American generally sound fine, I wasn’t talking about Charlie Hunnam.

Does he know this is how Epstein made it into Trump’s shit list?

“While some employees haven’t been impressed with Weiss’s story instincts, others say the morning meetings haven’t much changed. There is a long tradition, one employee said, of the bosses ‘spitballing dumb ideas’”

Now Playing: PLURIBUS. Hey, Miriam Shor! Great to see you , girl. It feels like it’s been a minute.

"By the time Trump came down the golden escalator at Trump Tower to announce his presidential candidacy in 2015, Buskirk had more time on his hands.” The omni-destructive bane of America in the 21st century: rich people with time on their hands.

R.I.P. J. D. King

Now Playing: DEATH BY LIGHTNING, starring Michael Shannon as James Abram Garfield and Matthew Macfadyen as his assassin, Charles Guiteau. Shea Whigham and Nick Offerman are in it. Thank God. Their participation should be an ironclad requirement of any drama set before the advent of the safety razor.

I did not have “Turns out Curtis Sliwa is the class act of the NYC political old guard” on my Bingo card.

Finney appeared to having a bad dream—lying on the couch, flat on his back, whuffing and flapping his legs in his sleep, and I woke him up by turning on The Three Johns at high volume. It was something to see. I wish I’d filmed it.

Thirteen motherfucking years.

All I'm saying is that if you are someone who winces whenever you see Donald Trump and his "movement" described as racist, white supremacist, or even fascistic, yet you are comfortable with people calling Zohran Mamdani a "jihadist", you should consider arranging to get yourself some ECT.

A significant percentage of the people saying that Mamdani will turn New York into a smoking urban hellscape ruled according to the dictates of Sharia law are the same people who,a year ago,were doubled over laughing at the people who thought Donald Trump might be harboring antidemocratic ambitions.

People who are leaving NYC, please post pix of your U-Hauls!

I don’t know where Andrew Cuomo’s victory party is being held, but if you haven’t had dinner yet, I’m guessing they’ve got lots of food that’s just sitting there.

Today in "That's Our Todd": "Singer-songwriter Todd Snider was forced to cancel a performance scheduled this weekend in South Salt Lake after claiming he had been assaulted before the concert, and he was then arrested for allegedly causing a disturbance at the hospital where he was treated."

It's 2025. I don't have enough bile in my system to spare any for Dick Cheney. If anything, remembering when I thought he was the worst thing Americans could do to each other and the rest of the world makes me a little nostalgic.

R.I.P. Diane Ladd

Now Playing: I LOVE L.A. The opening scene of Rachel Sennott riding her boyfriend in bed during an earthquake is recommended unreservedly to anyone who wants to see what it would look like if Elijah Wood and Pedro Pascal had a baby.

Now Playing: MAIGRET. One of the major props this week is an iPod filled with conversations the murder victim happened to record. There may be a clue in there, so Maigret dons a pair of big-ass earmuff-style headphones and settles in for a good, long listen.

Now Playing: the new ROBIN HOOD series, with Sean Bean as the Sheriff of Nottingham. My big takeaway from the first half of the first episode: young women in the Middle Ages were horny as fuck.

Now Playing: STRANGER THINGS, Season 3. It took a few years, but I’m finally catching up in preparation for the fast-approaching series finale. I’m going to be needing a written explanation for why none of you told me that Maya Hawke’s hair and ice cream shop work uniform make her look like Tadzio.

I much preferred the mental image I got when everybody was saying he’d fucked a couch.

Now Playing: the 1987 anime WICKED CITY. I haven’t watched this in decades. As I hit “play”, I thought to myself, “It’ll probably look normal now.” It is with no small amount of relief that I say, nope, we’re not quite there yet.

R.I.P. Peter Watkins. His 1971 PUNISHMENT PARK used to look like a vivid time capsule of the Nixon years. Now it’s like a vision of the (near-) future.

Come for the host’s speculation on the appeal of horror as entertainment and the possible ramifications for society, stay for Barbara Steele calling herself “a castration symbol.” youtu.be/J5wiALFxzZk

Personally, I miss the Overton Window.

My wife is visiting family in Texas for the weekend, the house contains no human buffer separating me and the dark side, no one to put her hand on my manly bosom and tell me it will be all right. A pleasant distraction seems called for. Hey, Kathryn Bigelow's nuclear catastrophe movie is on Netflix!

Looking forward to the CBS News/Free Press joint investigation showing that kids said to be nutrition-deprived due to food stamp cuts were actually kind of sickly to begin with.

Nobody on TV gives better reaction shot than Kristin Scott Thomas. She’s the Baryshnikov, the Edward Hopper, the Ella Fitzgerald of hearing other people say stupid shit. By contrast, Ruth Bradley mostly holds up her end admirably, but with the blind enthusiasm of youth, she can sometimes overreach.

James Arness on the set of THE THING FROM ANOTHER WORLD. Also, Current Mood.

You ask yourself, why are they doing this, and the only answer that makes sense is, killing random strangers who can’t defend themselves makes them feel tough. Don’t blame me for pointing out that we’re all living in a Terry Southern story.

R.I.P. Prunella Scales, a wonderful actress and a gal who was comfortable living in the present. (Asked by a reporter if people still asked her about the TV sitcom she had starred in decades ago that is mentioned in the headline of every one of her obituaries, she said, “I love it when they don’t.”)

Sweet merciful fuck on a shit-covered stick

I was just listening to this yesterday. R.I.P. Jack DeJohnette

It's wild how many MAGAs have gone from "Trump is the best antidote to corruption, because given his great self-made wealth, no one will be able to try to court his favor by means of financial incentives" to "Sweet! A bunch of billionaires and corporations are gonna buy our guy a ballroom!"

I like Haley Bennett’s eyes. That is all.

Personally, I wouldn’t have minded leaving behind a legacy about this size. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure Marcel Proust’s mom was proud too.

If the only duty of the Mayor of New York City was to talk shit about Andrew Cuomo and Eric Adams, Curtis Sliwa would have my vote.

My hot take is that it is bad for the soul to have to listen to things described as either “beautiful” or “ugly” by a human parade balloon with the taste level of a goblin sleeping in a puddle of its own sick.

The National Capital Planning Commission (r.) meets with administration officials to discuss their plan to refurbish the East Wing.