And finally get to the fireworks factory!

Maybe, but Merle, like Lennie James and son from the pilot, I'm really starting to believe the writes just lose interest in characters once they're "done" and we really will never see them again, or hear their fates. Like the latino family that left (or the guys at the old folks' home) or the helicopter. It's a very…

It seems more that you need to make the show you intend to make and let it live or die on its core concept. Scifi kept trying to force standalone BSG episodes to attract more casual viewers, which Moore et al really weren't interested in, and those are consistently the least-liked results. And while X-Files kept up…

Yeah, when I collected comics way back when, it was infuriating that in order to get the 'whole story' on the ones I followed I'd frequently be sent off to buy some title I couldn't care less about. In a sense it didn't really ever *matter*, but it hit me right in the nerd that I was paying for, and getting, a lesser…

You do get the feeling that nothing fills writers with rage more than people liking the wring characters, and rejecting the kinda-sorta-Mary-Sue heroes that they put so much of themselves in.

I know between the actor getting another job, his fate in the book and the hidebound B-level drama rules at play, it could never happen, but if they had Shane figure out the deal, sneak up on Lori and Rick and just blow them away, taking over the group, wouldn't that be a much better show? Like much, much better?

During the final season (whatever that is) they can have the zombies overrun the earth, then slowly starve to death because - well, I mean seriously, it's not like they're going to learn to farm. And you have a huge panning shot of post-human Earth like a year later, only to suddenly pan to T-Dog in the foreground…

As someone who never played high school sports, I sometimes wonder what profound, life-altering experience I missed.

It's like totally awesome if you just had a kid and it like totally changed your life and you can't quite figure out why your friends aren't as excitedly transformed by the event as you are, but surely they'll realize how incredible this thing that's only happened twelve billion times already is the most profound…

Humans have an inborn, overriding need to know who's best, so they can make sure they don't accidentally like something wrong. If you can't find a logical ranking system, it doesn't matter much - just so long as there is a system.

When I arrived in Carlotta, I thought of the words Marlowe had said to me over fifteen years ago: Dead men don't wear plaid. Huh. Dead men don't wear plaid. I still don't know what it means.

But when has that ever worked? The uneducated poor in America today seem almost overjoyed to vote for people that repeatedly screw them over (while blaming whatever "other" is the bete noir du jour), and no evidence makes a dent in it. Propose some mechanism for Northerners splitting off the poor Southern whites from…

I'm getting a "Amy Winehouse if she was totally clean and sober for like a long time, and of course, still alive" vibe.

Wow - this review had an incredibly strong "please show, please don't become the middlebrow twaddle that you really, really seem to be straining to be, and instead be something unique and awesome, any time now" feel to it.

Remember when Ben Stiller still cared? Of course not - it never happened. But it's sort of nice to convince yourself that at some point he did, along with Mike Meyers and Adam Sandler. You get the impression Robin Willaims once did (and his willingness to play in stuff like World's Greatest Dad implies he's trying to…

I'm actually kind of struggling here on the name thing.

I kinda wish this wasn't about such an incredibly stupid, "it's the 70s so let's take a trend we're probably already past and create a ridiculous comic out of it" character they were fighting over. I mean, a motorcycle daredevil (*sigh*) who travels with a circus (only a few decades too late on that one) and…

Elliot Gould was in The Cape? It's on Netflix Instant (last time I checked) - it just keeps sounding awesomer and awesomer - I gotta find time to watch that!

I'd sort of assumed Cameron belonged to one of those religions that banned coffee and booze and getting handjobs at the bus station. Maybe this movie could teach me things; about America, about Jesus, about myself.

People in the good old days would whine about how much better the gooder, older days were. It's a nice way of leaving out details that might offend mixed company, and (if you do it right) a whole room full of people can think back to radically different sets of superficial imaginary pasts, all feeling like…