You wish Bill Maher would come in, and bang their heads together. In this first episode we get a ten-minute lecture on what today's America looks like from the outside (the UK f'rinstance). Donald comes into this shop- oops, that was Brendan Gleeson's role in "The Comey Rule."
Here he is Scott, a Trump impersonator who wants a coffee. I'm confused. How does this "specialized" shop make enough money to pay the rent? The humblest entrepreneur can instantly adjust to a customer and close a sale. Adding a sociology seminar at UC Berkeley is not conducive. But it's also unbelievable that Scott could be so obtuse. Or maybe he's just combative.
There are going to be nine more of these brief "preludes to marital counselling sessions" (those take place upstairs). Eventually we may find out more about Scott and Ellen (Patricia Clarkson). We might even find out something interesting about the sweetie behind the counter (Esco Jouley). But in the meantime we have to listen to the Sermon from the bottom of the Canyon - where he-she-him-her fatally fell, and miraculously rose from the dead as they-them.
Pronouns. Thee-thou-thy long since became pluralized into you-your. Now it's high noon for the third person singular. The designation "he" was good enough to kick off 18 paragraphs in the Declaration of Independence. But what if King George was of indeterminate gender?
Two great actors, at the top of their game, battle manfully (oops) with a script overloaded with culture-war. I personally think the actors win, but not by much. However you might decide that the writer (Nick Hornby) has poisoned the coffee. You're allowed to disagree with me - I won't hate you. There are nine more of these spasms of sparring to go, and maybe they'll get better - the only way out of the canyon is up. May the best pronoun win.
Here he is Scott, a Trump impersonator who wants a coffee. I'm confused. How does this "specialized" shop make enough money to pay the rent? The humblest entrepreneur can instantly adjust to a customer and close a sale. Adding a sociology seminar at UC Berkeley is not conducive. But it's also unbelievable that Scott could be so obtuse. Or maybe he's just combative.
There are going to be nine more of these brief "preludes to marital counselling sessions" (those take place upstairs). Eventually we may find out more about Scott and Ellen (Patricia Clarkson). We might even find out something interesting about the sweetie behind the counter (Esco Jouley). But in the meantime we have to listen to the Sermon from the bottom of the Canyon - where he-she-him-her fatally fell, and miraculously rose from the dead as they-them.
Pronouns. Thee-thou-thy long since became pluralized into you-your. Now it's high noon for the third person singular. The designation "he" was good enough to kick off 18 paragraphs in the Declaration of Independence. But what if King George was of indeterminate gender?
Two great actors, at the top of their game, battle manfully (oops) with a script overloaded with culture-war. I personally think the actors win, but not by much. However you might decide that the writer (Nick Hornby) has poisoned the coffee. You're allowed to disagree with me - I won't hate you. There are nine more of these spasms of sparring to go, and maybe they'll get better - the only way out of the canyon is up. May the best pronoun win.
