Meanwhile, in the garage, GEORGIE is trying to fix a lawnmower while talking on a cordless phone to JANA, a girl he likes. He’s lying about his mechanical prowess.

Where is what? The hope of a truly lossless audio future? Crushed. Like your dreams of a competent special teams unit.

I heard a cough in the third row that had more emotional nuance than her entire monologue as “Sad Tree Number Two.” But that’s not the point. The point is fidelity.