I stalled out on Penny Dreadful’s season two premiere, but I’m basically a sucker for any story set in 30's-50's Los Angeles. 

They even prepared an alternate film reel in case she said no where Prince Charming-Loechler eats TV dinners alone in his squalid, depressing apartment while Fauna, Flora and Merryweather float around looking disgusted. 

Christmas and my own lack of discipline have placed a giant pile of books on my nightstand. I’m currently reading Gore Vidal’s Julian, a Christmas present along with Michelangelo and the Pope’s Ceiling and City of Fortune: How Venice Ruled the Seas. And because I couldn’t help myself, I picked up The Secret History of…

I feel like I need to take a shower just from reading the review.

Frankly, that marriage didn’t deserve to be saved, and Chuck Lorre should have known that.

This looks like a great show with an extraordinary central performance that I’m going to absolutely hate watching. 

There’s no particular reason this couldn’t be a fun mini-franchise - Benoit Blanc as a modern Hercule Poirot, solving a different case every movie. 

Honestly, I wonder how much more life the show’s premise has. Season two was fine, but it was a decided step down from the first season. There’s only so long you can do the “Eve and Villanelle warily circle each other for a while before coming together at the end of the season and then one of them nearly kills the…

I think my problem with Like a Boss is that it feels like you can just see the calculation that went into it. Some studio exec saying, “People liked Girls Trip, right? And they liked Bridesmaids, right? Well, let’s get the third-supporting actress from each of those and put them into a movie together! It’s like…

Man, I wish someone could find a decent vehicle for Maggie Lawson.

The spontaneous applause in my theater was pretty damn cool. The asshole ruining the moment by shouting “Where’s Deadpool?” Less cool.

I’m glad someone on staff was willing to cite the Avengers Assemble moment. I was afraid I’d have to be that basic bitch.

There were definitely parts of the finale that felt like the first five minutes of a Twilight Zone episode (“Huh? What’s going on? What’s going on? What’s going on?”) dragged out to an unfortunate length, and I’m enough of a TV basic bitch that I still want to know the deal with Whiterose’s machine (I know, I know,…

Bowen really only has the one tone, it seems. 

Davidson’s line about people’s reaction to him dating famous women had a bit of a bite to it. I was always struck that people reacted to the news he was dating Ariana Grande with some version of “What?! That loathsome sack of shit? HOW DARE HE?!,” and then when it came out that he was having real issues and battling…

I think this is right. Would Showtime (or parent company CBS) sue Ruth Wilson for violating an NDA in these circumstances? Perhaps - companies can be awfully stupid when it comes to their lawsuits. But it would be a PR disaster and almost certainly not worth it.

The first season dealt with that by being kind of soapy and melodramatic and over the top. Everyone is the most intense possible version of their characters. A product of its Lifetime heritage, I assume.

I loved Watchmen, but come on, Damon.

Imagine being the kind of person who actually cares about this.

You know, I didn’t even notice that April co-wrote the movie. I thought it was a strange tech error that resulted in April’s review getting Beatrice’s byline.