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Hello, Smarty, It's Your Weekly Wag!

There goes the neighborhood! Sor Tino Brentwood did not just fall off a coconut tree. But it is enjoying a little media buzz.

Dear Wags,

It’s Friday, so please exhale. We’ll spare you another word on Diddy, the tractor-beam pull of RFK Jr., the strange hobbies of North Carolina gubernatorial candidates, or The Pet Thing. Delete such irritants! A whole weekend of diversions is before you. Here are a few goodies to fill it with.

Yours Ever,

The Wag Team

Bad Bros

Monsters (Netflix). We hate to break this news, but America’s back catalog of sensational crimes is fully picked over. Can we be revisiting the parent-murdering escapades of CourtTV alumni Erik and Lyle Menendez yet again? Spoiler alert: they did it, they admit it, and it’s all Daddy’s fault! Ryan Murphy & Co. return to the scene of the crime, with Chloë Sevigny and Javier Bardem camping it up as José and Kitty M., still a defense attorney’s dream. Kitty hates her miserable brats, declaring I coulda been Kim Novak! Meanwhile, José is El Diablo. The boys (Cooper Koch and Nicholas Chavez) commit the capital offense by lip-syncing to Milli Vanilli. So many monsters! It’s easy to forget they are based on actual human beings. — Babette Van Degen

Durable I.P.

The Penguin (HBO/Max). Not so much another Gotham City brand extension as a gangster movie, Wag Lauren LeFranc’s supervillain origin story turns Colin Farrell (under many pounds of makeup) into James Gandolfini as the title character, a small-time hood who claws his way to the top of the underworld. Cristin Milioti is his rival, the daughter of a crimelord, he used to chauffeur. But the real evildoer here is the Pengui’s mother (Deirdre O’Connell), who gives Livia Soprano a run for her money when it comes to warping her offspring.—Finn DeTrolio