Why? I think I see this in every movie thread… why can't she go alone? Or with someone who wants to see it? Or can't you go to a different film at the same theatre?
Or is this just normal marital whinging that I never learned how to do?

If you have to scream at your brigade, you don't have control of them. And if you can't control them, you're a shitty head chef.

Ugh, with her napalm shooting crossbow.

So we don't have an answer about how Annalise ended up with footage of Bonnie's - or someone's - childhood sex abuse. That's laziness, show!

You're "squicked out" by a gang rape?
Anyway, I doubt it will turn out that he actually took part in it. I don't see this or any network show having one of the protagonists be a rapist.

It bothers me a lot, even though I know it's mostly Gretchen, Jimmy, and Lindsay taking out their misery on him.

I was just in Pisa, just learned that it's a campanile, and just learned what campanile means, so I was damn happy when I saw that.

With Alistair Cookie!

It's the sort of trivia question that just involves a bit of puzzling out. You're looking for a signer of the Declaration. Now, it's hardly expected for everyone to recall every signer of the Declaration, mentally run through them, and alphabetise them. So it's going to be someone obvious, someone whose surname begins…

Ah I'd forgotten about that!

The only thing that can stop a bad guy with a gun from shooting you is telling him to shoot someone else.

I thought that was the dinosaur one, too. I'm racking my brain trying to remember it, but nothing.

Well the hair is brushed with bleach/colour, and the foil goes on in part to prevent the bleach from touching the rest of your hair. Then they need to be taken off and the hair rinsed. As she wouldn't have been able to rinse her hair, no matter what, it would probably be best to leave them on instead of taking them…

YOUR SWEET, SWEET BREATH, SCENTED OF WINE FROM THE NORTHERN RHONE, WITH NOTES OF MENTHOL, TRUFFLES, LIQUORICE AND BLACK CHERRIES, CLOAKING THE CURVES OF MY CLEAVAGE, IS NOT A WASTE OF A WISH, RAYMOND.

Bullshit to you, dude/dudette. When I lived in Vancouver I knew dozens of people who worked on film/TV sets. There's not enough media in the world to cover the amount of "Actor or Actress is mildly shitty to others" stories that exist.

Yeah.
Now, I don't personally have a Best Supporting Person Oscar on my mantle. I won't say it's easy. But really, they seem to go to "Character Actor Who We'd Finally Like to Recognise in Some Way Because They'll Never Get The Big Award", and "Person Who Shocked Us By Being Fantastic in This One Role, Because We…

To refer (again, yeah, sure, I'm pretty pissed about it to be honest) to my horrifically spoiled youngest sister - when my younger sister and I (we're about 20 months apart) were kids, we were scared of our parents. Now, by most metrics we'd be considered spoiled, in a way, but just by virtue of that sort of upper…

I've always wanted someone to do that - of course it would be Diane who would. Casually taking and opening the pill bottle whilst still arguing her point, picking up the crutches and laying them across the desk… awesome.

Yeah it was pretty weird. I suppose the prosecution bringing it up would usually be something objectionable, and this judge was only letting it go because he DGAF, and also how often would you really have your PI take the stand so maybe it will be fine, but all together it just seemed like a fairly transparent way to…

Nice to see a little King Lear line from Cush Jumbo.