Time to find out the Pearson family’s Thanksgiving traditions and how they came by them this week; in the past, a car crash on the way to dinner turns out to be something to be thankful for, and in the present, dinner becomes something of a car crash in itself.
The 80s storyline is good fun with the slightest of edges, the cranberry sauce incident almost giving me a heart attack, never mind poor Rebecca, and – had it not been for present-day Randall – would carried off this week’s honours purely on the basis that I’m tired of the show/Kevin continually giving Olivia a pass (and PIE) no matter how astoundingly horrible she is, and I’m tired of Kate because you know why. (This week, she dumps Toby, not because he’s controlling and clingy, but because…. take a wild guess, huh?) But Randall’s the best in every timeline, and adult Randall’s ebullience and joy are as infectious as his sudden disgust is devastating, so Sterling K Brown walks off with the episode yet again, (with a little help from the peerless Paul Simon and You Can Call Me Al). It’s a complete mystery to me why this man didn’t win the two SAG Awards (for This Is Us and People v OJ Simpson) he was nominated for last night; he’s incredible in everything.