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It could be called Men of Uncertain Age.

It's a fair point. I think the ancient cave drawings next week might be straining that conceit to the limit, however. The supernatural in Mystic Falls is already packed pretty densely along both the space and time axes. I'm not sure how much more it can reasonably contain.

Diana's getting left out in the cold, no doubt. Even Adam got a chance this week to transform his completely unbelievable deadweight relationship with Diana into something resembling genuine character work. The audience got clued in that maybe there was a reason the pair didn't seem to have any chemistry. Maybe Adam,

I'd say that with Cassie the writers are still one massive head injury away from a consistent character.

I give this review an A for not shying away from the cold hard facts: Cassie Blake is a moron, and the best thing the episode did was finally keep something from the audience for longer than 3 seconds. Finally having exposition that was sufficiently dressed-up (as though it were a salad) was a close second. Not sure I

"Mentally retarded and setting people on fire with witchcraft is no way to go through life, girl."

Porn parodies don't have clever names these days. Of all the nice things we can't have (anymore,) that one seems the most pointlessly cruel.

Mystic Falls: These Are Not The Suspicious Murders You're Looking For; Move Along.

I, too, thought the Pearl scene telegraphed the writers' intentions to close the book on Anna the desperately lonely vampire ghost.

This is actually the first time in recent memory when the show let me down a bit. Generally with supernatural shows I find myself constantly thinking of ways the plots or characters could have been improved; TVD has been a refreshing exception to that rule for quite some time. I mean, I'm always going to have my

Carrie's slogan gets points for including a reference to the neverending white-bread revelry, but I prefer something a bit blunter:

…No word on the anus, then?

My next wall of text will be dedicated to you; I'll be sure to stick it right in the middle, too. Or you could take the initiative on that, if you know what I mean.

Ke$ha really does look like something that needs to be sprayed with Lysol until it dies.

"First you must fill your head with knowledge. Then you can hit ice with it."

I was a bit on the fence about her, but tonight's fake-and-mocking possessed voice sold me. I'll always make time (and allowances) for actors who totally commit, and damn but her eyes did sparkle while she was doing it.

If this show were about American poor people, a seeming 16 year age difference between parent and child would be a non-issue for me.

The author of this article clearly has no idea what he's talking about.

That easily could have been adopted as a mission statement for the FCC.

This movie is begging for a Charlie Kaufman rewrite, wherein we hear numerous musings on how many hours a decent screenplay is worth (credit to the commenter above me) and also some seriously high-concept shit about what this new world order does to the "…or your pizza's free" gimmick.