I watched the movie Celeste and Jesse Forever this weekend. Have you guys seen that? With Rashida Jones and Andy Samberg? It’s not great. I wanted it to be great. I love when things are great. But it wasn’t. One of the reasons for that, I think, is because it fell into this weird comedic trend that is going on right now where the world is depicted as a place without any fun in it. You know what I mean? LIke, hey, whoa, no one understands that life is a permanent (but also somehow fleeting) nightmare better than I do, and that the world is and will always be a vampire. But, like, outside of Celeste and Jesse jerking off a tube of chapstick at one point, neither of them ever seems to actually be enjoying themselves, and if you look at a lot of comedies these days it’s the same thing. Friends are always either ripping each other to shreds with perfect one-liners, or they are going on an almost impossibly hairbrained scheme that will involve multiple bouts of diarrhea and, like, some tertiary indiscriminately ethnic character will have to blow a dude. But for as much as things are pretty rough out there most of the time, and as hard as we all work to just get through another Tuesday, sometimes falling on our faces along the way, there is fun to be had, too. It can be fun. Look at Patrick Stewart! He’s having fun. I rest my case.