James Wolcott

@jwolcott.bsky.social

"Ah, Watson, it's a wicked world." --The Speckled Band

Much appreciation to Mireille Enos for saving the season finale of SUGAR (AppleTV) from complete soupiness. Inspired wardrobe and makeup enhanced her character's she-boss guru star power, an Aimee Semple McPherson for our time.

Count Binface's multipoint manifesto is impressive, inspiring, in its scope and refinement. 2: "I will cut your taxes, and raise everyone else’s." 11: "A windfall tax on cosy crime novels written (or 'written') by celebrities." 16: "A referendum on whether Pluto should regain its planet status.

Even allowing that he's a moony extraterrestial still acclimating to our earthly ways, John Sugar (Colin Farrell) is one lousy excuse for an private investigator--zero situational awareness, slow on the uptake, walking into obvious traps and getting his head bonked (or worse).

Speaking of flaccid, Louis CK's new comedy special RIDICULOUS (Netflix) is pooped-out from the start, low vibrational and paunchy, with an opening bit about getting AIDS from effing a rat. Great way to win the crowd over, Louis! Content aside, he's lost his standup chops and stage purpose.

Bill Clinton used to be derided by his enemies as "Slick Willie" but there's never been anyone slicker in political life than JD Vance, a vacuous compilation of preening mannerisms. The way he crooks his finger and thumb to frame a point, just for example.

Looking at the reviews of DISCLOSURE DAY and everybody just seems to be phoning it in. Or maybe it's just that at this point there's nothing new or crackling to say about the Spielberg enterprise: the rapt techno-religious awe is bleached gray.

Remarkable and rather pathetic how the online right is pinning its hopes, dreams, and hunger for vindication on the rising star of the West, Spencer Pratt, a total doofus. Meghan Daum is clinging to his candidacy as if he were the last lifeboat.