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"FacebookPinterest\n\n This week, laugh at Amy Poehler\u2019s bro, give (the insanely violent) The Strain a chance, add California to your before-bed reading list, and see how that whole Planet of the Apes thing happened.\n\n\n\nFacebookPinterest\n\nPhoto: Benjamin Thuresson/NBC\n\nIf you only watch one (SITCOM) this month, make it\u2026Welcome to Sweden. There are two reasons it\u2019s surreal being Greg Poehler. First, he\u2019s Amy Poehler\u2019s brother, so he\u2019s got that related-to-a-celebrity weirdness. Second, he moved with his now wife to her native Sweden eight years ago, and his fish-out-of-water life there is...even weirder. It\u2019s also the subject of his cringe-funny new NBC sitcom, Welcome to Sweden.\n\nGQ: It\u2019s been almost a decade. Are you used to Sweden?\n\nGreg Poehler: &amp;quot;At least once a day, I\u2019ll just have that moment of \u2019How the fuck did I end up here?\u2019 Last night was a Swedish holiday; it\u2019s called Valborg. It\u2019s a holiday where you just burn shit. There\u2019s a big fire pit; everyone\u2019s just throwing stuff into this gigantic fire. I was there with my kids, thinking, \u2019What the hell? Where am I?\u2019 It never stops, that feeling.&amp;quot;\n\n\n\nFacebookPinterest\n\nPhoto: Linus Hallsenius/NBC\n\n(Plus, find out what living is Sweden is like from the very funny expat.) In this extra from our conversation with Poehler for GQ\u2019s July issue\u2014\n\nSuper Bowls will never be the same again: &amp;quot;Mostly just like pop culture-y stuff. Like, Super Bowls and Oscars and Emmys\u2014like, all that stuff happens at 3 a.m., my time. It\u2019s depressing to be watching the Super Bowl and be very excited, and it\u2019d be, like, 4 or 5 a.m. and like no one else around, and you\u2019re in your underwear. You close your laptop and then go to bed. There\u2019s something really sad about that.&amp;quot;\n\nThe language is tough to nail down: &amp;quot;I know for a fact that I\u2019m at like a 7-year-old level of Swedish\u2014my six-year-old son\u2019s friends think I\u2019m cool and my eight-year-old son\u2019s friends think I\u2019m a total fucking moron. It\u2019s hard, I mean, it\u2019s such a crazy language. I started coaching my son\u2019s basketball team recently, and it\u2019s a shitshow. My Swedish is bad in general, but my basketball-Swedish is especially non-existent. &amp;quot;Defense-a&amp;quot;? &amp;quot;Rebound-a&amp;quot;? I don\u2019t know.&amp;quot;\n\n\u2026and prone to miscommunications: &amp;quot;The ultimate moment: we were in the States, and my 3-year-old son pointed at a woman and said, &amp;quot;Look at that crazy whore.&amp;quot; Hair is h&amp;amp;#xE5;r [pronounced whore] in Swedish. Like, what do you say? There\u2019s a 75-year-old woman, my son just called her a crazy whore. My three-year-old son. But it\u2019s still kind of bad\u2014my son thinks she has crazy hair. Marginally better, I guess.&amp;quot;\n\n\u2026but totally worth it: &amp;quot;I love dusch [pronounced douche]. Dusch means shower in Swedish, so there\u2019s no word that I use more in Swedish than that. It\u2019s just so funny to me to say that I\u2019m going to take a douche. I definitely over-use that joke. And of course h&amp;amp;#xE5;r. I use that as much as possible: \u2019Wash my h&amp;amp;#xE5;r.\u2019&amp;quot;\n\nBeing naked is a thing: &amp;quot;It\u2019s a totally different attitude across the board. My kids didn\u2019t even know about bathing suits until, like, a year and a half ago. They thought that when you swam you swam naked. That\u2019s what they had always done. When we\u2019re in the U.S., my kids just disrobe and run to the hotel pool. I have to, like, run after them\u2014\u2019You can\u2019t do that here!\u2019&amp;quot;\n\n\n\nFacebookPinterest\n\nPhoto: Frank Ockenfels/FX\n\nIf you only watch one (DRAMA) this month, make it\u2026The Strain. To put it way more mildly than the phrase &amp;quot;to put it mildly&amp;quot; has ever been put, FX\u2019s new hybrid vampire-zombie horror series The Strain is not for everyone. It is insanely violent\u2014as in, a giant monster smashing a man\u2019s head to bits with its bare hands/stubs/claws, and little wormy, linguine-ish thingies that burrow into skin and turn people (it\u2019s unclear so far) undead, or actually dead, or, at best, alarmingly pallid. The show, which stars House of Cards\u2019 Corey Stoll as a rakish CDC epidemiologist (!), is also preposterous and schlocky\u2014words that tend to mean bad news. But since the co-creator here is Guillermo del Toro (Pan\u2019s Labyrinth, Pacific Rim) and inventive reinvention is his standard m.o., it somehow all adds up to freakishly silly fun.\u2014Devin Gordon\n\n\n\nFacebookPinterest\n\nPhotograph by Steven Pan, GQ, October 2013 (detail)\n\nBe reminded about the best part of Masters of Sex: Lizzy Caplan. The Showtime drama about sex masters researchers, Virginia Johnson and William Masters\u2014the team who, as Caplan told GQ last year as Caplan told GQ last year, &amp;quot;basically figured out that the female body is far better equipped for sex than the male body. Women can have multiple orgasms; men cannot. They\u2019re actually the sexual athletes, not the men&amp;quot;\u2014returns on Sunday for its second season. Which means Caplan returns to our TV every week. Which means we\u2019re very, very, very, very happy.\n\n\n\nFacebookPinterest\n\nPhoto: Amazon.com\n\nRead this dystopic novel at night and under the stars. Imagine an awesome camping trip. Now take away all your friends and all the booze, and insert your pregnant wife. Plus, this camping trip is permanent.\n\nIf this all sounds A-OK to you, Edan Lepucki\u2019s debut novel, California, might chill you only halfway to your core. There are no aliens in Lepucki\u2019s apocalypse, no virtual-reality feeding tubes or grand-scale cataclysm\u2014it\u2019s just humanity\u2019s dull shortsightedness that has driven the planet into chaos, which makes the horrors all the more visceral: humans preying on one another in the woods, lonely and unshaven and filthy and perpetually on the fringes of a nameless danger, which could take the form of rape, starvation, a sulky silent treatment from the only other voice you ever hear, or simply a day\u2019s worthless foraging haul of &amp;quot;four pathetic chanterelles, which looked so much like a dead man\u2019s ears he didn\u2019t want to touch them, let alone eat them.&amp;quot;\n\nCalifornia occasionally suffers from the young novelist\u2019s instinct to clutter quiet dread with outsized melodrama\u2014think Sandra Bullock\u2019s dead-child digression in Gravity\u2014but Lepucki stays just enough on the smart side of V for Vendetta to keep us up nights. Keep it in your go-bag in case the real apocalypse hits before you have a chance to finish it.\u2014Kira Henehan\n\n\n\nFacebookPinterest\n\nPhoto: WETA/&amp;amp;#xA9; 2014 Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation\n\nWatch humans be outsmarted by apes in Dawn of the Planet of the Apes. Because you know how it\u2019s going to end. (It\u2019s, like, in the name.) Just like you instinctively know how this very tense, very terrifyingly real-looking scene\u2014the same one that blew minds at CinemaCon\u2014is going to end. Spoiler alert: NOT GOOD FOR THE HUMANS.\n\n"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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