The Treehouse of Horror XIII was uplinked on Saturday morning, as anyone with a big dish (the "old fashioned" "worthless" obsolete C-band dishes, that is) could tell you.
In glorious vivid color (unmarred by compression or additional generations of distribution), the show was transmitted in 22 minutes so big dish owners needed not wait between segments: the breaks were just 15 seconds of black screens. OK, enough.
Three segments. First was Homer getting cursed by a fortune teller. He decided only a leprauchan could un-spell him. The Irish & Gypsy passion was hot.
Pierce Brosnan's voice as a robotic home automation was very 2001 reminiscent.
Finally, my biggest laugh was Bart's misfired attempt to create a magic prince. Smithers shows serpentine affection for the deceased Mr Burns. Don't watch that third segment with a full stomach. A dandy belated Boo!
Pham