Necrotongue

The seventh episode was decent overall, but for my taste, it felt a bit too calm. Except for Kendall (who brought it on himself) nobody showed any suicidal tendencies after suffering a life trauma. Sure, hopes were dashed, the family was still dysfunctional, but I felt like the creators allowed for a lighter episode to avoid therapy. / Lesson learned: Is your dad unapproachable? Talk to your mom.

What a ride. Not even movies where rooms are painted with the bodily fluids of various unfortunate souls give me the urge to take a shower afterward like some episodes of this show. This was a seriously intense family-business experience. Even though it unfolded in a luxurious setting with nobody losing their life, it had a far more chilling atmosphere at times than many a "horror" flick. / Lesson learned: Watch out for surprises.

This time around, the creators gave me everything I felt was missing last time, so the Roy family was once again a living testament to why therapists and psychologists thrive in the United States. The meeting of both families was surely a pure delight for any cynical viewer, and the content of the relationship-emotional cesspool eerily gurgled once again. Yep, boredom definitely isn't on the menu with this series. / Lesson learned: Corpses don't get wet.

The episode seemed quite restrained compared to the rest of this season so far. It was pretty bland and just lacked that spark on the company side and, to my disappointment, even on the family level. Up until now, the show was getting better with each episode, but now there's this sudden dip, so I'm not sure what to expect. / Lesson learned: Want to experience panic? Try the Panic Room.

The Hungarian team-building was a treat. I had always thought that the purpose of team-building was to motivate people to work together but today I realized I couldn't have been more wrong. Well, as I gathered from this episode, even between your thirties and forties, it's not too late to experience trauma that might lead to bed-wetting. Quite an interesting experience. / Lesson learned: If you don't have the guts, steer clear of Europe.

While the family dynamics of the Roy family weren't entirely sidelined, this time they mainly served as a backdrop to the events at Waystar. And even though I'm more of a fan of the show's toxic family relationships, the focus on corporate practices didn't disappoint either. It's quite remarkable how the creators managed to keep me engaged for twelve episodes in a show where I don't particularly like anyone. Well, except for Siobhan. / Lesson learned: Watch out for outsiders.

The first episode picked up right where the previous season left off, and I couldn't be happier to dive back into the cesspool of family dynamics. Watching this show often brings to mind various unpleasant smells: overripe fruit, rotting vegetables, decaying onions, and one of the worst smells of the countryside - putrid potatoes. Yet, despite these almost horrifying impressions (or perhaps because of them), I'm genuinely thrilled with the creators' approach. Few can inundate me with such an excess of disgust and still evoke a positive reaction. / Lesson learned: Even after death, watch your penis.

I hated Joseph Gordon-Levitt's character in Killshot, but my feelings were completely different this time around. The story maintained a steady pace throughout, with no dull moments. Only the ending seemed to skip over logic a bit - if someone writes down everything important in a notebook and everyone knows about it, wouldn't just taking a look lead to some 'reasonable doubts,' right? However, I definitely don't plan on complaining because even after all these years, the film still seemed intriguing to me. It wasn't an action-packed frenzy, but I had a good time, sticking with my original rating. / Lesson learned: When nothing is expected of you, you can only surprise everyone.

Today, I had to find out why I had only given this film three stars in the past, especially with such a solid cast. Now I know. The film kicked off decently, and the fact that a Scottish/Irish actor was playing a Native American didn't bother me at all. What did bother me was the script, which after a promising start, began to feel somewhat lackluster. There were moments when I found myself slightly bored, and on top of that, Joseph Gordon-Levitt's constant yelling got annoying. I wouldn't have minded the lack of an original plot if it had delivered some good old-fashioned action with a noir atmosphere (as the film's opening promised). However, everything I liked seemed to fizzle out gradually. / Lesson learned: Watch out for the blackbird: he may like to sing, but he's a damn thief. Gardeners will surely agree with me.

Even though this wasn't my first time seeing the film, I let myself be surprised once again. When Americans make a movie about the disabled, I usually brace myself for relentless melodrama and a thinly veiled call to collective sympathy. Both tend to grate on my nerves, making me clench my teeth. But that wasn't the case here. Instead of a tearjerker that would have me scratching out my eyes, the creators delivered a refreshingly civil film filled with subtle humor. Despite its essentially serious subject matter, it left me in a good mood. / Lesson learned: It's never too late. Until it is.