Do NOT go to the hotel with the evil irish funko pops!!!

Loved how much juice this squeezed out of stuffing Adam Scott into a dumbwaiter. Getting to live out one of my ultimate childhood fantasies with that one. Also loved how much this felt like a PS2 era survival horror game. Slowly prodding your begrieved protagonist around an eerrie setting with a pathetic light source (to save technical bandwith ofc), solving puzzles, collecting keys, and unlocking more ghastly wings of the hotel. Final unlockable weapon is a crossbow.

Had to lock in with both of my fists under my chin the second the chihuahua's got blown away at the dog park. Knew I was about to be dealing with some critically stupid funny stuff.

Finding out that the guy who made all of the furniture on Facebook marketplace was a giant slut.

Imagining a filmmaker, 50 years from now, giving the same reverence Tarantino gives to 1969 to 2019.

Indulgent shots of Honda Fits slowly slipping down a crowded highway, three podcasts play back-to-back. A neon Taco Bell sign sputters to life. That part's the same. An aging YouTuber and his Uber driver inadvertently stop a tragedy or something. There's still a perfect scene where someone makes mac and cheese.

Eh, still sounds good to me.