Gilmour93

Ham Pie. Disgusting, perverse, cutting to the quick, and with an all-encompassing awkwardness. Cooked up precisely to entertain me with its timing and cadence, and the creators of domestic run-of-the-mill comedies declared a brown alert. Konrad Henlein’s middle school simply couldn’t spit out something ordinary. It’s undoubtedly every teenager’s dream to have such a tolerant and supportive father (not counting the recruiters for Serbian militias).

The fifth season can be divided into two halves. In the first half, following the pattern of Nordic crime dramas, the distant past is revived through archives and witness memories, and I’m fascinated by how people remember things after 40 years that I’d forget after 40 days. The second half somewhat loses its way and focuses on relationships, sentiment, and the troubled blood of the central duo (it’s a shame it doesn’t more often feature scenes like when intellectual theory clashes with drunken experience at Robin’s dinner). The parallel unraveling of the case, which revealed the involvement of a man named Oto, honestly bored me. And what about Corm and his best employee? Will they play Queen’s "Friends Will Be Friends" while they’re at it?

Fire, water, restlessness with the wife, insurance agents' business cards in the pockets... There’s only one thing worse than a hangover from a wild party: getting the idea to call Stan Laurel for help with the cleanup. It’s ironic that after everything, the only visible physical damage to Oliver Hardy is from Mrs. Hardy’s right hook. But looking at her, it’s not surprising.