A sweet, small, human story about an elderly woman who became the face of campaign finance reform because she was... well, an elderly woman. If Betty White can use our natural "attagirl" response to old ladies to sell Snickers, Doris Haddock can use it to get you caring about donation limits.

My strongest memory from watching this is the unnecessary smugness with with Sen. Judd Gregg handles Haddock in their one debate. As punishment, Gregg would be offered a position in Barack Obama's cabinet.

I reserve the right to rethink this in a year or so, but it feels like one of the strongest series finales, period. Surrealism, fan service, emotional heft, and one of my favorite songs of 2018 ("Time Adventure") for a bonus.

It was aging poorly even before we learned that Kevin Spacey was a real life supervillain. A dumb person’s idea of a deep movie, elevated by a few cliches (the percussive soundtrack, the tracking shot fantasies) that were punchy at the time and live on in parody.

Racial commentary, Marxism, Michel Gondry pastiches, Armie Hammer grinning as he talks about "horse cock," electric chair earrings, magical realism, "The Last Dragon" as slam poetry, puppetry, Terry Crews popping diabetes meds out of a crucifix, and lots of existential dread. Just a goodass night at the movies. The soundtrack also whips.