I think we're just supposed to accept these are TV kids who age freakishly fast like most TV kids. Next season George will be played by Brian Bonsall!

Oh Peter, the Christmas dinner! The goose! The goo—*hack* *gasp*

This is where Christmas and family become problematic. I love this movie; my mom only likes the Albert Finney musical. My brother's dead and therefore useless as tiebreaker. I used to have friends who enjoyed this version with me, but I…..well, I used to have friends. All to say that this year I tried to enjoy the…

I don't enjoy superhero/comic book style movies—I just don't (with exceptions). I don't care that other people do. (I didn't enjoy Tree of Life, either). I'm not smug about the fact that the movies I respond to usually happen to be small movies. If anything I never bother to talk about movies because people and I…

She ruined the Plastic Ono Band!

Wings.

OK guys, we need to Kickstart a new campaign so Veronica Mars, Kristen Bell, Enrico Colantoni, Ryan Hansen and Tina Majorino sweep the major awards. We'll show Hollywood who's in charge now!

Muppet Christmas Carol begs to disagree. "We're Marley and Marley" is just one gem (although I don't like the boring human ballad that they cut from the theatrical release and added back in on home video)

I have PTSD from working at Barnes and Noble at the same time that ABBA movie was out….was it Mamma Mia? They were promoting the soundtrack in the store, so…..

I get what you're saying, but reportedly Garland was worried about the scene; she said something about being worried that people would think she was a monster for singing the song to a little upset girl.

Ella Fitzgerald's version is kind of chipper….although she retains the original lyric. It's my favorite version outside of Garland's.

I'm always struck by the "little"—have yourself a merry "little" Christmas, as if we all know we can't be full-on merry this year. It's like a Christmas song meant to be sung by a Jersey clan—try and have a merry fookin' Christmas (even though everything sucks).

At one point in the extras on the DVD set, they are filming a scene and the little girl looks at Mitchum and whispers "You don't know your lines." Impressive considering I had previously assumed she was fed all her lines offscreen—she wasn't!

I was surprised to see that one marked for praise (if it was the only one; it's the only one I read). No book has ever asked so blatantly to be thrown across the room.

Raymond Chandler for me. Philip Marlowe was the coolest of them all, and there aren't that many books, so you can be a completist without ending up feeling foolish for wasting so much time.

That's interesting. I've only read a few Christies, but one was Postern of Fate. To say it was terrible would be putting it mildly….and it dealt with a long-ago crime resurfacing to plague whoever might be able to remember.

There's no ketchup—it's described as red mud. And if you read the scene in the novel, the lights are all out at that point, and only the doctor approaches the body; the others don't go near it.

It is called And Then There Were None.

They changed it. The n-word was already recognized to be offensive in the U.S. by 1939; not so much in the U.K.

It's also, incidentally, 4.50 from Paddington, not to Paddington. Sheesh.