spend S2 premiere dealing with the fact that 300K is pathetically insufficient to open the kind of fine-dining restaurant they spent S1 defining as a Stanford Prison experiment, so they ask Uncle Jimmy for 500K more.

Satire belongs to us, and we are unpaid. We get to tell Marvel and AI to grow up and eat shit. We are not selling a script. We get to say what sucks. It’s all we have left.

I am dangerously close to having this very stupid opinion, but it goes something like this: The internet radically democratizes satire. A prestige show hires a writers’ room to make up a tweet and they get it very obviously wrong. Deeply unfunny stuff.

To be very explicit, the rubric: “You can’t take every inch of their love? So take every inch.”

Who pitched that? Come forward you septuagenarian wiseass. Post your 401k statement, coward.

Checked again; it was not.

Sorry, spoilers for people who don't care for SEVERANCE but will watch every episode of SEVERANCE.

I do think SEVERANCE jumped the shark with its depiction of top-5 questions for an autodidact techno-surgeon who just revealed that your supposedly dead wife is alive. “Where is she?” would have been my #1.

Free from an audience that found it pre-selected at the top half of the screen, clicked. I might be more wrong than I’m right, but lively Reddit boards aren't necessarily indicative of a show beholden to its obsessive audience, but one that makes its viewers responsible for filling in its gaps.

There’s another layer of duality: A showrunner free of notes from a disinterested studio, but a show free of its audience, too.

I think MC Mah set the tone in this blistering @literaryhub.bsky.social essay on the way actual viewers of TV have followed along and then amplified the trend by becoming “good fans,” asking nothing for all their time and devotion. 3/x lithub.com/who-killed-p...