‘Half Man’ Review: Richard Gadd’s Tormented ‘Baby Reindeer’ Follow-Up Is More Exhausting Than Enjoyable Gadd, Jamie Bell, Stuart Campbell and Mitchell Robertson star in a tale of stepbrothers who spend decades on a destructive, and self-destructive, journey.

"Half Man," Richard Gadd's HBO follow-up to "Baby Reindeer" is a LOT.

My review:

And yet Buddha still won the molecular gastronomy challenge despite serving the judge raw egg yolks as one of his courses.

The show has no proof-of-concept. So Buddha might as well win.

Sigh. I expect better from Dinesh D'Souza's son-in-law.

Wait.

Sorry. No I don't.

At this point, it just may never kick in today.

Rod Serling stands in a glowing doorway, surrounded by the title Serling: A Journey Into The Twilight Zone with TV's First Visionary, by Alan Sepinwall

Very excited to reveal the cover for my next book, Serling: A Journey Into The Twilight Zone with TV’s First Visionary. The book will be published by Grand Central on October 13 of this year, and pre-orders are open now: www.hachettebookgroup.com/titles/alan-...

This feels like a cry for help.

Arnaud Desplechin should make a film starring David Dastmalchian, so that we can all get excited for the new Desplechin-Dastmalchian joint.

This post is for five people.

No, the caffeine STILL hasn't kicked in. Why do you ask?

Makes me wonder how much money we could make four-walling a handful of select reparatory screenings of the Travolta movie. Either to confuse people or to cater to a specific audience I'd be scared to spend two hours with in a dark room. Michael Jackson superfans, I mean.

I certainly prioritize "Top Chef" over "America's Culinary Cup," but I'm caught up on both!

Every once in a while (this morning), before the caffeine kicks in (like this morning), I get a press release about "Michael" and wonder why they're rereleasing the John Travolta angel movie, only to realize that the chances of my seeing a Michael Jackson biopic and a Travolta rerelease are equal.

I wish the second half of "Dust Bunny," now streaming on HBO Max, was quite as good as its premise and the first half, but it's kinda like "Jeunet & Caro's The Professional" complete with all of the whimsy, qurkiness and tweeness you'd expect from the creator of "Pushing Daisies."

Guess it depends on if you're making your case in a court of law or in a court of public opinion.

Hey Peacock... What is this "Peacockfest" that you're claiming it is? And why do you think anybody is going to call it anything other than "Cockfest"? Or perhaps we can just agree to not do either.

As strategically valid as anything.

Mostly, I was disappointed Buddha didn't do all 10 preparations in the same dish.

Gradations.

I feel most comfortable with Kash Patel one step above a coma.

So here's the problem: I'd rather have an incapacitated Kash Patel as the head of the FBI than a fully capacitated Kash Patel as the head of the FBI and there's a pretty good chance that I'd rather have an incapacitated Kash Patel as head of the FBI over anybody Trump might replace him with...

NOTHING in the structuring made any sense or gave the impression that the producers had given it thought.

This week's molecular gastronomy-themed "America's Culinary Cup" — the "commandment" was "Oh, I dunno... Science?" — was very entertaining and one of the dumbest cooking show challenges I've ever seen.

Thx for reading! [And listening!]

You've watched worse things.

I live in the slums of Brentwood. I get it.

I too suffer from being both too elite and not nearly elite enough.

‘Beef’ Review: Prime Performances by Oscar Isaac and Carey Mulligan Make for a Juicy Season 2 of Netflix’s Smash Charles Melton and Cailee Spaeny round out the central quartet in Lee Sung Jin's dark comedy about the escalating rivalry between two couples working at a country club.

The second season of Netflix's "Beef" generally tends to have more ideas then it knows what to do with and the season's best two episodes — the fourth and fifth — are its shortest and tightest, but the cast is great and I'll come down in favor of "surplus of big ideas" most days:

More people "liked" your shoddy analogy than my shoddy sarcasm, so you win!

When the premiere of S3 starts with Robby on a motorcycle against a green screen of Monument Valley singing "All By Myself" as he rides, you'll have nobody to blame but yourself.

It does!

If Gus Fring had blown up while Tony Soprano ate onion rings, they wouldn't have stuck it within the credit sequence!

Also, you have no idea how pivotal that credit sequence will be to Season 3. It could be a LARGE cliffhanger.

These are rough times for anybody who has the Pavlovian response to blurt out "His love is real, but he is not!" every time they hear anybody mention "AI."

Just me?