Whatever role I see Tobey McGuire play, the one word that always comes to mind is: chump.

I swear, each episode seems like it has enough music for a whole CD soundtrack.   I like what "The Good Wife" does: they'll only feature one song, and at the end they'll say, "Featuring music from the album…by…

Very well may be true..I just hope Katims realizes that more of something doesn't make it better, just like if I had a movie where every other shot was a gorgeous shot of the sun setting behind mountains, pretty soon it would lose all impact, and just seem repetitious.

I think in addition to the "Braverman of the Week," there should be a "Great Scene Undercut by Intrusive Music."  Literally every episode I can think of a least one great scene ruined by a song that completely took me out of the moment.

I definitely relished seeing Crosby having to be the one with the responsibility, putting up with another's idiot-savant-like sense of optimism and enthusiasm.  Though boy-o was the whole "Oh no, we pissed off the client…oh wait, it was ALL A MISUNDERSTANDING and he loves us!" plot/twist one hoary old chestnut from…

I know I sound like a broken record, but again…god damn that soundtrack!  This time it was when Seth and Sarah and Family sit together to discuss his rehab, and that fucking music kicks in.  It's like Katims et al have no confidence in their scripting or production, and can't let a simple, beautiful family scene play…

I guess after three movies they finally got tired of Shia "Le Beef" stuttering or yammering, "No, no, no, no, no, no" throughout the movie.

And the fact that she can't fucking act goes without saying?

Thanks Zach for adopting a sane, sensible policy for discussing the comic book in the context of the series.  The last fellow was pretty over the top in his opposition to ANY MENTION of the comics, lest we'd receive a tongue lashing from him.  Ironic, considering that same reviewer had far less scruples when it came…

I'm sure others have said this already, but allow me to reiterate:

I'm getting more and more into this show, but I'm still bugged by the elephant in the room:

This is a subject near and dear to me as a documentary filmmaker who studied cinematography and photography.  To paraphrase Werner Herzog, we're damn near running out of images.  How many sunsets and clouds and dewdrops on leaves must we have?

Okay, all his social maladjustment aside, who didn't cheer a little when Max said, "Okay, enough talking about the baby, I have something to say."  ?

And what about that sassy, finger-waving "Oh no you di nt" nurse?  Only way that could've been worse was if they hired a white actress to play the role in blackface.

Oh yes, quite right.  Just goes to show how friggin stacked this show is.  I wouldn't be surprised if three or even four of the five noms were Breaking Bad.  Aaron Paul for sure and Giancarlo Esposito…probably Jonathan Banks.  Though again, I think Mark Margolis' performance is brilliant and I can't say enough…

1) Walt didn't know, but it was no stretch of the imagine to EXPECT there to be hired goons waiting for him.  That was the whole point of his extraordinarily callous act of tricking his elderly, disabled neighbor over under the ruse of checking the stove.  If there were goons there, either she'd flush them out (as…

God, how the hell are they gonna figure out Best Supporting Actor for next years Emmys?  It needs it's own category!  Aaron Paul, Dean Norris, Giancarlo Esposito, Jonathan Banks, Bob Odenkirk all deserve noms.  Though if it were me, I'd give the Emmy to Mark Margolis.  His wordless performance this season has been…

You may indeed be right, which would be supremely stupid on Parson's part.  I'm not sure if he's an actor with much of a future outside of this role.  I think he's gonna wind up like a Rainn Wilson or a Michael Richards or a Jami Farr…inexorably tied to a unique creation, and forever unable to escape it, i.e. a life…

So help me out here.  We're four episodes in, and in that time Sheldon has for some strange reason turned in a mincing homosexual stereotype, circa 1978 judging by the mustache.

Pauline Kael was right about trashy art being necessary to elevate legitimate art.  How can you not appreciate the nuances of Jon Hamm's Don Draper, after watching the walking pile of mediocrity that is Eddie Cibrian?  And how can you not appreciate everything about Mad Men without seeing a miserable, manipulative,…