Perhaps it is Ron's best, but that's a pretty low bar. I'm guessing he wrapped on time and under budget, and he's taken pains to make sure that it's not just a film for petrolheads and no-one's grandmother will be confused or unduly offended by anything in the plot. Well done, Ron.

Toblowsky or Almodovar?

Toblowsky or Almodovar?

Using the word 'milquetoast' twice in the same article is two times too many.

Who's still rooting for Walter White? Part of the true genius of Breaking Bad is the way it plays with the audience's feelings about it's protagonist. How far can you go in making someone an unspeakable scumbag and still retain a glimmer of sympathy for them? These last two episodes have severely tested the limits of…

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This is TV's biggest, funnest, scariest rollercoaster right now. If you can't deal with the sheer drops, gravity-defying loops and big signs telling shorties and people with heart conditions not to ride, just go ride on the tea-cups instead and stop trying to spoil everyone else's fun.

The Avengers (UK version, with Ralph Fiennes & Uma Thurman as Steed & Mrs Peel)

I eagerly await Ramsay's apoplectic response to his comic ineptitude in the kitchen.

"The villain isn’t obsession or vigilantism… but a real, honest-to-God child-abducting bogeyman"

Most unedifying inventory ever?

High Noon in space was pretty much the tag line when this came out. I enjoyed it, but remember not being convinced by the hard-edged atonal music the miners were bopping to in their down time. A Donna Summer/Dolly Parton mash-up style groove would have been more believable, given the demographic.

At least Heroes managed one decent season before it went down the toilet. Actually maybe that's not such a good thing. I hung around way too long waiting in vain for it to get good again. Lesson learned, though… I didn't make the same mistake with Glee.

Mushroom mushroom.

(and thank you Las Vegas Guardian Express)

Fuck you, paramount

It's mildly depressing, but largely unsurprising, to find reviewers of Atwood's speculative fiction diving down the same sci-fi vs. literature cul-de-sacs that became so well trodden in response to Doris Lessing's excursions beyond the present/the atmosphere back in the 70s/80s.

Anyone who could find time to tweet during Crank 2 was probably in the wrong cinema watching a different film. Like the poor bastard I know who couldn't figure out why everyone loved Drive so much when it was clearly a piece of shit. Turned out he'd watched Drive Angry by accident.

"What's the number for 911?"

The early-to-mid 80s was a fantastic time for rock and pop, with the new generation of musicians that had come to the fore in the punk/new wave boom maturing and developing, and record companies splashing the cash around looking for anything that sounded a bit different, just in case it turned out to be the next big…