What a great big, embarrassing, emotional, empathetic, beauty of a thing.

It really did happen, folks.

Melora’s smile melts me.

Remember a trash can!

Fistfight between “guy moving forward in time” and “guy moving backwards in time” probably read like gangbusters on paper, but felt like awkward interpretive dance in execution.

Surely has been said somewhere but this should’ve just been called Retcon of the Last Jedi.

Soulless, cardboard, corporate, computer crap.

"I can't sing. I can't dance...I can't write. But I'm pretty. And I can make money from pretty"

A desiccated, turgid, exquisite corpse.