I don't normally review something before finishing it, but I just watched Episode 11 (of 20!!) last night and my enthusiasm for this show has red-lined.

Why Ep. 11? To stay spoiler-free, I'll just say that this particular episode contains 25 minutes of the most demented, exciting, cringe-inducing action sequence I can recall--I'm talking about having the words "Oh My God!!" forced out of my mouth multiple times. It begins by throwing down the gauntlet to the hallway fight in…

In a world that's gasping for every little bit of innovation and novelty, Interior Chinatown feels like a blast from some idealized past (or at least from the Taika Waititi-verse). The conceit: Willis Wu is a waiter in his uncle's Chinese restaurant, and also a far-distant background character in a 70's police procedural who yearns to be more. The cleverness with which these two realities intertwine and, ultimately, collide, is hard to describe with any word other than "inspired".

So…

Well, that was a thing.

Now I have the problem of trying to convey this experience without falling into hyperbole and/or raising expectations so high that it ruins the thing for the next person. So let's try the scattershot approach.

First, there were two problems I had with Part One, both of which are resoundingly vanquished by Round Two. In the first one, I really really wanted more gravitas from Timothy Chalamet. He was too much the princeling to carry…

Apparently this film is only available on YouTube, specifically here.

With that out of the way: if you have 35 minutes (you read that right) to experience an acting showcase that doesn't feel one smidge like an acting showcase, here you are. Such is the astonishing gift of Andrew Scott. Unlike every performance by Meryl Streep, which feels like A-C-T-I-N-G no matter how skillful (see also Laurence Olivier), Scott manages to sustain an exquisite level of craft with no visible…