A guide to what we’re barely putting up with this week.
Netflix’s sharp, smart rom-com, Scrotal Recall. It’s not what you think (a sci-fi porn, perhaps?). In fact, the only bad thing about this charming, funny show is its terrible, terrible title.
Bravo’s most unnecessary Housewives spin-off, Manzo’d With Children. What is a “Manzo” and why are we encouraging it to reproduce?
Eli Manning and “bad comedian” Eli Manning for DirectTV. Just because you’re calling out how “bad” these ads are, it doesn’t make them any less terrible.
The thunderingly dull Fantastic Four reboot. Maybe, just maybe, every single comic book franchise doesn’t deserve multiple movie franchises?
The only award show that takes place at the flashing Thunderdome version of Saved By The Bell’s The Max, the Teen Choice Awards. It’s great that we’re empowering teens to make important choices like who gets to take home the glittery surfboard for “Choice Movie Hissy Fit.”
Taco Bell’s revolting Franken-dessert, Cap’n Crunch Delights. Doritos aren’t a taco shell, fried Cap’n Crunch balls filled with icing aren’t a dessert, and Taco Bell isn’t a restaurant.
Fox News asking if any of the candidates have “received a word from God” during the Republican presidential candidates debate. Come on, Fox News. It’s a debate, not an intake form for a mental hospital. Ask a real question, like, “How many Cheetos did Trump rub on his face to achieve that color?”