Noiseless Chatter Archive

  ALF Reviews: “Stayin’ Alive” (season 4, episode 21) For the second week in a row, we get a Willie-centric episode. God knows that if you want to go out with a bang, you should turn the last chunks of your show over to a mumbling crack addict who would clearly rather be dead. It opens in a pretty worrying way: ALF frets over deforestation. Wonderful. I was sure hoping for another Very Special Episode in which a sex-crazed aardvark creep shows humanity the true path to happiness. It’s a shitty scene with he and Brian pretending they give a crap about each other. Somehow it doesn’t work. CRAZY RIGHT But we do see a faint glimmer of promise when Willie walks through the door. (Damn…I’m sure I’ve never, ever typed that before.) Specifically, we see that the show  just  might have figured out how to goad a good performance out of Max Wright: let him be miserable. Seriously, he’s pretty good here. And that’s because, I’m sure, the show is giving him a chance to vent his frustr...

Just a quick post today to let you know that I’m not dead, haven’t lost interest in Better Call Saul , and will be live-streaming Project: ALF . OKAY BYE …so, anyway. No, I didn’t die or experience anything sad or tragic. I’ve been pretty busy, though, and my time has been limited by a few other projects and commitments. That’s why things are pretty quiet overall. Since we’re so close to the end, though, I figured I’d devote the time I do have to plowing through the remainder of ALF . That’s my priority, if only so I never have to watch the fucking thing again. The Better Call Saul reviews will continue at some point fairly soon. If it makes you feel any better, I haven’t even had time to watch the show, so when I do pick the reviews back up they won’t be tempered by knowledge of what’s to come. In fact, you’ll be able to read them and see me as more of a dope than ever because you already know things pan out completely differently than I’m predicting. Go you! T...

  ALF Reviews: “Mr. Sandman” (season 4, episode 20) The size of last week’s guest cast list — and the pedigrees of its guest cast — meant I spent more time than usual clicking around IMDB to write the review. (Usually I just check to see if anyone’s done porn and jet.) While I was there, I happened to see a brief description of “Mr. Sandman.” And, you know what? For the first time in I don’t know how long, I looked forward to an episode. Really, I did. The summary — ALF and Willie get stranded in the desert — reminded me instantly of season two’s “Night Train,” which, at this point, is destined to be  ALF ‘s crowning achievement. (In second place: the  National Enquirer ‘s eternal hounding of Max Wright.) So far, season four has been a big pile of shit. And please remember that this is coming from someone who already hated the fucking show by the end of the first episode.  ALF  started off pretty terribly…I adjusted to its astronomical crap-factor, and then it g...