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I remember college. Heck...I remember high school. At my age, either is a home run. I sat with my peers through hours of catatonic history lectures, given by educators not suited for storytelling. Alas, these are the memories of the majority. Alas, because history need not be as stuffy as a closet. Neither should it be an artist's canvas painted with bright but irrelevant colors. There is a license of creativity and easiness here, but it doesn't parade as hard fact. Because it doesn't have to. Hollywood...and every wood...provides a surface of walkable grandeur. True history is often bogged down with archaic writ and scholastic supplication. I earnestly believe that even Franklin himself would aver, "Let boys be boys." Leave hardcore historical viability to the pages of textbooks. Let long-winded, unyielding professors cry foul at the creatures of celluloid fantasy. I'm happy if I can get a few giggles, a warm purr, and the evaporating sense that I've learned anything. I might get a C-. But at least I attended the class.

Is it long? Heck yeah. Too long? Probably. Is Scorsese the king of epic Oscar contenders? Uh-huh. I watched this in two sittings...hey, it ain't Avengers: Endgame. Thank God for that, in this case. KOTFM is not only worth the time, but it sticks to you days after like a Thanksgiving meal. It becomes the subject of breakfast table talk and water cooler conjecture. This movie will play with your soul and emotions in ways that will discomfort you. Lily Gladstone will win best actress for this. If not, my head is gonna explode. Do you hate really long, action-lacking period pieces with a moral lesson? Fine. Watch it anyway.

This is showing right now on MeTV. Which makes me feel old because it premiered after I was already out of college. I never watched it. Because I was too old to, even then. The joke writing is terrible. Good-looking young people trying to pull off an actual TV show with real speaking roles...no wonder Friends premiered right after this ended...same problem, but with older children. If MeTV wants to air a show about kids in high school, I'd recommend Welcome Back, Kotter. It had better acting, better writing, and actual experienced comedy actors. Saved By The Bell...you wanna be saved? Jump into a river.

Caught the first installment. Have you ever watched one of those lesser-known Woody Allen features? The ones where Woody is only present as the occassionally quipping neurotic standby, while the rest of the cast fall into each other like bowling pins? Did you ever see Krippendorf's Tribe...and wonder what it would be like if they replaced Richard Dreyfuss with, I don't know, say, a funny Henry Kissinger? I watched this tiny glint of a streamer thinking that Odenkirk just maybe realized this show wasn't such a sweet gig after all. I waited for something. Anything. I got a quiet breeze followed by a distant thud. The characters have a little spice but don't add much to the flavor. No one performance stands out. Not Odenkirk's. Not anybody's. It's just bland. I chuckled once. I can't remember why. But worst of all I waited. And waited. It's not a bad show. It's just some show.