ApexNomad

Adjusted for inflation, a billion in 1985 is almost $2.9 billion today, which means I could rent three stadiums, double the auditions, and still have cash left over for matching silk robes and commemorative towels.

A billion? I’m going back to the ’80s, renting a stadium, and holding open auditions… clothes optional. For that much money, I expect an encore, a standing ovation, and maybe a pulled hamstring or two.

Pro tip for when you forget someone’s name, just lean into it. Be like, “Hey you!’ Look who it is! My favorite person from the pool!” Or if you want to be cheekier about him remembering details from three weeks ago: “Wow, you remembered all that from last time? Meanwhile, I can barely remember my own PIN.” Or even: “There he is! My guy!” I got your back.

May I ask what your scene is? If you feel comfortable sharing.

I have my personal assistant make all my arrangements. So much easier than burner phones. Bad experience, no problem. Hire another assistant.

Even if someone strongly dislikes Colbert’s work or disagrees with his politics, this goes beyond criticism of performance or content. It’s sustained, personalized, and dismissive. Hallmarks of a toxic rant.

Ah yes, the artisanal soap suppository. Truly the lost art of self-care.

I like when there’s still bar soap. Gives me a reason to drop it. Just like the good old days.

Bummer about Phil Dunster.

It was the best because you skipped more than half the episode. 😂😘

I saw this today, and boy, does it make you yearn for, and appreciate, the comedic genius of Leslie Nielsen. Aside from a handful of jokes and sight gags, I wasn’t impressed. Found it boring. Liam Neeson was pretty awful in this. He was painfully flat. Martin Short, Bryan Cranston, Hugh Laurie, Steve Martin… any of these guys could have brought life to the absurdity of the material. I don’t see the point of using old footage from the original movie in the end credits when they went with a completely different theme and music for the opening. If you wanted to capture the tone, introduce that up front. There’s also a blink-and-you-miss-it cameo from Priscilla Presley, who, sadly, looks almost unrecognizable. In the end, it feels like they borrowed the name but forgot the spirit, missing the sharp timing, deadpan delivery, and fearless absurdity that made the originals classics.

I’d wish I trusted my gut.

Oof, that’s a hard one if I’m being honest. If a provider knew I had deep affection for him, that kind of command would loosen my heart.

I wouldn’t be surprised. It clearly wasn’t their intention to end it now. The fact that they hire people to track social media as you say and still ignored the fan reaction, for this long, is pretty shocking, especially given how much money was invested. That’s hubris. This doesn’t have to be wish fulfillment for fans, but don’t insult our intelligence by pretending these characters are anything like the ones we last saw. That’s a huge part of the problem. The other thing I’ve wondered, in addition to my previous post, is whether there’s ever been a show that started as a series, moved to movies, and then came back to television. Maybe it’s a stupid thought, but that could also be jarring—having to return to serialized storytelling after watching it play out over the course of two movies.

If there was any doubt that AJLT was canceled rather than simply ending by design, tonight’s penultimate episode cleared it up. A title card teased the next episode as the season finale, when of course it should have said series finale. This wasn’t planned. It was canceled. HBO couldn’t even be bothered to swap out the card.

Baking, cooking, scented sachets, preparing for PSL season.

The forum is keeping it real with KevinKeepsItReal. I’ll let myself out.

Tell us how you really feel.

Agreed! Now that I’ve seen the movie, it wasn’t boring, it was just uninspired. Handsome men. See it for that.

That is dedication and commitment. And I notice he has binder clips on his nipples. I bet he’s fun in bed.

Impressive nude, not an impressive scene. Found it boring.

Bio-musicals are incredibly tricky. How do you condense an entire life, one that’s still unfolding, mind you, into two and a half hours? It didn’t quite work for The Cher Show. The Tina Turner musical was done better by the movie. I haven’t seen MJ, but from what I’ve heard, it skips over a lot. Honestly, Mamma Mia! might be the smarter model: use an artist’s catalog to tell an original story rather than attempt a cradle-to-stage biography. If you’re going to dip into Dolly’s treasure chest (no pun intended), why not use it for a fresh narrative? A jukebox musical inspired by her spirit, rather than trying to cast the impossible. There’s only one Dolly.

May I steal your affectionate nickname for him? I love that. I did. He makes my old heart skip a beat.

Not sure what this says about me, but I was really sick in bed when Glamorous came out and binged the whole thing in two days. I enjoyed it. Though, to be fair, I think that had more to do with Zane Phillips than Kim Cattrall. I credit him for my recovery. 😂

The cancellation doesn’t come as a shock, in fact, I’m surprised it lasted 3 seasons. This was a real missed opportunity. The series had all the makings of a bold, emotionally rich exploration of women in midlife: nostalgia, brand recognition, and the cultural weight of Sex and the City. And yet, it never stuck the landing. Why? Because in my opinion AJLT was built on a shaky foundation from the start. Sex and the City wasn’t just about four women—it was about those four women. The chemistry, the balance, the specific alchemy of Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte, and Samantha. Remove one, and the whole premise collapses. No matter how many new characters were introduced, the show couldn’t patch the hole left by Kim Cattrall. Her absence was more than a casting issue—it was a narrative rupture. Then came the reinventions. Beloved characters were transformed beyond recognition, sometimes in ways that felt like overcorrections rather than organic evolution. Viewers weren’t asking for the characters to stay static—but they were asking for consistency, for truth. Instead, we got versions of them that seemed constructed by committee, with arcs that often felt hollow or forced. Let’s also talk dollars. AJLT was one of the most expensive shows on television, with the three original leads reportedly earning over $1 million per episode. That’s not a show you casually walk away from. So the official line about holding off on the announcement so everyone could enjoy the finale rings hollow. This wasn’t a creative decision. This was a quiet, respectful bow-out—because Sex and the City is still a golden goose for HBO. They knew better than to burn the bridge. And I get it. I appreciate the spin. But we all know what happened. What a shame. There was real potential here. There is still space—urgently so—for stories about women in their 50s that are smart, sexy, funny, and raw. AJLT had the platform and the audience. But ultimately, it lost the thread.