Crossed the line into gratuitous sadism.

"A possessed Megan peels skin off of her hand."

Paragraph three, "Massive spacecrafts…". Hang on there – isn't 'spacecraft' both singular and plural? Like sheep?

The best thing about seeing The Shallows at my local multiplex was the discovery that I am now a 'senior' and thus eligible for half-price tickets. Result! And, being of a defiantly youthful aspect, I might never have found out if not for a brief moment of confusion at the box office:

Howard the Duck Dynasty.

Ahhh! Remember when The Residents did this kinda stuff. The spirit of the eyeball headed ones suffuses this project.

Derivative, empty, poorly conceived and badly designed tosh – but none-the less quite fun when viewed with the full IMAX 3D bag of tricks.

I've tried hard to like this series. Really I have. I fondly recall the fine work done by Cary Bates and Carmine Infantino chronicling the last days of Barry Allen back in the mid-1980s, but havn't read a Flash comic since. Hoped this might be a good place to jump back in.

12. Get Nic Cage involved (Kick-Ass, Ghost Rider, Face Off, Con Air etc. etc.)

What the hell!?
Oh, wait. Teatime.
OK. Stand down.

In UK slang, a helmet is a cock-end (shortened from bobby's helmet, after the traditional glans-shaped British policeman's hat), so a 'crime fighting helmet' could simply refer to a vigilante who is a bit of a dick.

And the winner is…. Kyle's mom's Breaking Bad bear cake! Superb! (Hope it was also delicious.)

Anthony Hopkins' compelling performance as Lec(k)ter disguised how pedestrian the rest of the film is. I hated Jodie Foster's performance and wasn't much impressed by the bug guy. One particular scene sums up what's wrong with the film for me… It's right after Hannibal has escaped from the cage in the middle of that…

Hannibal! A worthy winner. Made me check out the films again and realise what a clumsy, hackneyed crock of shit Silence was. Drooling in anticipation of season three.

Well, that was fun. I drew a big cock. With spunk coming out of it. In 3D!

Robert Heinlein. By His Bootstraps. The essential time travel story.

What? No chocolate salty balls? (And, incidentally Mr Dowd… fork and knife? I've never listed my eating utensils in that order. Perhaps it's an American thing.)

And so, Coven comes to Britain's shores. A refreshing blast of gonzo TV to remind us that top entertainment doesn't have to be great art. Like Breaking Bad. *Sob*

Bottom-feeding catfish? Hell! I'm IN…

When the fuck did Saul and Carrie even launch this plan? pretty much sums up my reaction to this episode.