Two smaller movies (and a series) you should check out

I reviewed two smaller movies that I liked a lot and you should give them a watch.

First up is BlackBerry, which feels smaller than AIR and Tetris in terms of production, but contains some of the best performances in one of these business biopic movies.

Next up is Polite Society, which is a very refreshing departure from blockbuster action movies. I had so much fun with this one!

Read my full reviews on Trashwire and follow me on Letterboxd.

I also recently watched Bupkis on Peacock and loved it.

A quarter-century of South Park

I wrote a recap of the season 26 premiere episode of South Park, “Cupid Ye”, for Trashwire and it dawned on me that I have been watching this show for most of my life. I’ve never missed an episode since I first started watching it back in the ’90s. Needless to say, I’m happy to see the show back for another season and I really enjoyed what Trey Parker and Matt Stone did with the episode. You can check out my recap on Trashwire here.

All I want to do is watch Clark and Michael

For those who don’t know, Clark and Michael was an internet series starring Clark Duke and Michael Cera and it’s my favorite thing to ever come from the internet. There were only 10 episodes, but those contained lines I still quote to this day, most of them coming from my comedy crush, Clark Duke.

Here are a few of my faves:
“If there’s one piece of lettuce in my hard shell taco, I’ll but it down, whole building.”
“Her ass was shaped bizarre. It was like two globes of two different planets colliding.”

And of course, there’s Clark’s pitch for his secret show, “D.A. Dad”:
“It’s about a single father of three that’s also a district attorney for the city. That’s the genius of it; the complexity. You got it on two levels – you got it on parallel rails running down: a theme on one side, and character arc on the other. We’re going to nail that 18-34 market. He thinks he’s teaching these kids but these kids are really teaching him.”

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