I think maybe they should actually do Evan Peters' suggestion and go to space. Like, on a mission to wherever some sort of vaguely plagiarized mishmash of Alien, Event Horizon, Liquid Sky and The Man Who Fell to Earth happens, Lady Gaga plays an alien and sings a song, a bunch of brown haired men meet their sexy doom,…

American Whore Story starring Theresa Russell. If you can't say it, see it.

Yeah, but who could resist the tantalizing art-imitates-life-imitates-art funhouse mirror style jamboree of, say, watching an actor playing Chris Colfer perform a satanic ritual to have the show canceled so he can go on to a successful career as a young adult books author and actor in a Noel Coward biopic?

It's got to be a really strange thing to go for relative or total obscurity to suddenly being some of the most famous people on television. Some people just aren't equipped to handle fame, and those who are tend to be (and I generalize wildly here) the ones who have really worked for what they've got.

It was a popular rumor at the time. Sure, it cashed in on the innate misogyny of the entertainment industry and the press. But that doesn't mean they loved each other.

He should fully cannibalize himself and do American Horror Story: Glee and just ever so slightly fictionalize all the backstage conflicts so that, instead of having Naya Rivera demoted from regular to recurring, Lea Michele murders her while singing selections from Funny Girl. It's really just a shade off of reality.

I feel like SNL is basically daring Trump to do something characteristically ridiculous, like hijack the opening monologue and try to do a 90-minute political speech aimed at Iowans who one time went to NYC and met a brown person and didn't care for it. Which would fly for about 45 seconds before the plug got pulled.

No Red Devil? At all? Not even lurking in the background? A whole new convoluted mystery layered on top the already far too complicated mystery that we actually (sort of?) care about? I usually have a pretty deep well of forgiveness when it comes to this show and its giant heap of narrative abuses and characterization…

I'm with William Hughes: with movies I can just power through the scary parts, because I know once it's over, it's over. With video games I just can't deal, because the experience is designed to be so immersive and the interactivity gives the player the illusion of control. Like, I couldn't play Bioshock. At all. I…

To me it's all about context. Sure, we know the grid exists, and we know he's not going to make it across, but the moment isn't played for splats and laughter, because we're watching what little hope of survival these characters have disappear before their eyes. What the movie does so well is undercut every moment of…

Yes, this. Nothing robs a horror scenario of its power quicker than some tidying-up explanation of why things are happening. It wouldn't add anything to Halloween to explain that Michael Myers was in love with his sister, or that Leatherface was the product of crazy incest and abuse, or that Pazuzu came and possessed…

For the better comparison here is between Cabin in the Woods and Evil Dead 2. Both take place in cabins! ED2 is definitely a horror-comedy, oftentimes skewing wayyyyy to the comedy side of things. Bruce Campbell's performance goes crazy broad, and there's several sequences where, even though standard horror movie…

I kind of knew Spencer wouldn't be going home because of how early in the episode Ta Keo made up its collective mind that he was the one to go. There was just no way that there wouldn't be a reversal at some point. And Spencer is getting way too much screen time not to go far in the game this season. He and Tasha are…

Yeah, there was something about it that felt like the poor little grapefruit was being forced to sing until it basically died. And then it kind of came back for a little bow afterward, but the damage to my tiny psyche had already been done.

I was intensely freaked out as a kid by the stop-animated grapefruit on Sesame Street that sang Carmen. Like, first of all, it's a grapefruit with a face. And second of all, by the end of it, at the crescendo of the song, all the facial features fly off, presumably from all the exertion of the singing… I wish I could…

Over the Garden Wall was deeply unsettling for me, even as an adult. The Beast, the skeleton town with the enormous pumpkin god thing, what Lorna turned into…. everything was so perfectly designed to disorient and unnerve. Sure, it didn't have standard jump-scares, but I'd much rather have a finely tuned and original…

They have three pieces, I think. The biggest one, Pleiades, takes up a huge part of it, and it pretty incredible too. The whole floor is pretty darkly lit, too, very moody. Definitely a worthwhile experience if you're in the area.

It's still there in Pittsburgh; they have a whole permanent Turrell floor.

The first time I saw any of James Turrell's art was in Pittsburgh, at The Mattress Factory, and it was pretty jaw dropping. Specifically there's a room with a piece called Danae in it that was incredible. When you walk in it looks like there's a flat plane of glowing blue light on the wall, which is cool enough, but…

Ugh, a thousand times yes.