I just don't know what else Kubrick could have done with the material, under the circumstances. The Quilty stuff goes on for way too long and Sellars should have been reined in, but at least it wasn't boring, which the Lyne was for me.

They also have awful labor standards.

If anyone runs a medicinal marijuana dispensary nowadays, it's Aunt Jackie.

I always said this would be the downfall of weed: the moment at which there's a grow station at your local hipster supermarket with this week's specials on a blackboard.

When I was about five, kid at my school came up with a song about Bumblebee. It went to the tune of 'Inchworm':

The Tell Show sounds like all of my worst nightmares wrapped up in one easily downloadable package. Pass.

'All style, no heart' pretty much sums up the Lyne version.

Rainer Fassbinder's adaptation of Despair (1978) is worth searching out. I won't say it's a successful adaptation - as you say, Nabokov's books are basically unadaptable, for the same reasons Bret Easton Ellis said they should have never tried making a movie out of American Psycho - but it's at least an interesting…

Alex, what are two words that do not belong in the same sentence as 'Kanye'?

I saw Hail, Caesar and actually enjoyed it. Sure, there's no plot to speak of - it's more like flicking through a compendium of Louella Parsons columns rather than reading a biography - but if you like Old Hollywood, it's a pleasant world in which to spend two aimless hours.

I'm not sure whether I'm supposed to find the fact that her husband was going out with Marilyn in the 80s hot or gross. Well, whatevs.

Sherlock > Elementary

Wow … I thought I was pretty messed up.

Why is the girl-girl friendship so fetishised? Why is it that boy-boy friendships are fetishised as 'bromances'? As a bi-guy, I find this … odd. And possibly sexist. And possibly anti-bi.

Spoiler alert: There's a fade at the end, apparently. Because it says so.

You'd think he'd make this announcement on Good Friday so he could claim that he actually is the son of God.

Grey’s Anatomy is one of those shows that automatically entices a “Jesus god, is that still on?” when most people hear it mentioned nowadays.

The beach looks like Sauvie Island to me.

It felt exactly like a mashup of every successful fantasy franchise of the previous decade. They may as well have called it Snow White And The Seven Hobbit Thrones of Hogwarts.

Boop-boop-ee-doop!