Very good! Now in haiku form.

/swoons
//vomits

I think Martin was going for "exotic", considering everyone in Westros is wearing black and covered in feces and dried blood. Its really just people from one particular part of the world that do the Manic Panic beards and Flock of Seagulls hair.

Let's all just remember this opinion on an actor's subjective attractiveness is coming from a dude who goes ON AND ON about what a hideous woman Gina Torres is.

Not a god in the movies, thank Christ.

Hulk's not tougher, he just doesn't give a fuck.

He got off eventually.

You've just named Kanye's next child.

Bale could have dropped it to a low purr for the less shouty bits. Christ, that little monologue he's got at the end of Dark Night, where he's gasping for breath every five words…

I've never understood why some folks consider hooting and twitching and the flapping of arms an accurate depiction of mental illness. See also those who are really impressed by Brad Pitt's performance in 12 Monkeys. But as Prole Hole says Robot KIng says, apples and oranges with razor blades in.

Barnes and what now?

Nope to both, see above.

Nope. Just looked it up:

God, I loved the Creeper. Anyone else remember the short-lived series in the early '00s? No idea who the creative team was, but the art was stunning, and the story was like shaking a box full of super balls.

Yeah, but Jonny Quick shooting up his speed serum was the obvious next step for the character. This smacks of uninspired rip-off, not to mention a desperate need to seem edgy.

Shut. Up.

I was just going to ask the same question. But I think we both know the answer.

Lets all think about the importance of commas.

I think it had one or two messages beyond that. But speaking as an under educated prole, I get where you're coming from. Just be glad you didn't read Gatsby. Or any Fitzgerald for that matter. Talk about whiny rich people.

Thanks for such a concise answer to my vague-ass question. It helps me get over my first hurdle with criticism in general, which was the presumption that the critic's opinions of a work are more valid than the creator's.