"But it’s the Mike material that sees the episode really come alive, though it does so with barely a whisper. After some 40 minutes of funny old folks, space blankets, and poop jokes, things suddenly get somber. Mike sits a lonely vigil in his toll booth, an illuminated island in a sea of parking-lot darkness. He eats alone, rubbing his furrowed brow. He parks outside a woman’s home (his daughter’s?), exchanging a
drawn-out glance with her as she drives away. He returns to his own
house, watching old movies and drinking a cold one by his lonesome. The
stately pace, steady camera work, and lack of dialogue throughout the
sequence create an atmosphere of tension and menace; when a shadow moves
past Mike’s window, you half expect a cartel assassin to burst in, guns
blazing." — Sean T. Collins, Rolling Stone
Enjoy The View.