Aw, you didn't even give me time to guess!

Their layovers are great.

. . . as Battlestar Galactica attempted to prove, in hilariously awkward fashion.

Eh, "let's let some idiot talk for a bit" is basically The Daily Show's bread and butter, and has been for years.

Perhaps they're good, but their description in this article is the most incomprehensible thing I've ever read on the A.V. Club.

I fully support the right of filmmakers to create movies that explore both the morality and immorality of American soldiers at war, but I still hold it against De Palma that scenes from Redacted convinced an Albanian Muslim to murder two airmen at Frankfurt Airport.

Oh, I must disagree. Teak is enormously talented, but too aware of its talents, which taints its roles. It's the difference between acting and "acting."

I'll reserve judgement on this until I find out whether the parent has another child named "Tango."

I feel like I should start a list of movies that are just crackerjack adventures to show my kids whenever I have some. I want movies that are shamelessly earnest, with clear good guys and bad guys, and a script that just sings. I want my kids to know that it will be difficult, but good will win in the end, so that…

"In Kramer vs. Kramer, I actually supported Kramer."

Do you like . . . gladiator listening events?

The difference, of course, is that Lifetime movies go that route in a calculated ploy to be compelling, whereas Duncan's title is a naked expression of grief, anger, and confusion.

This is probably as good a place as any to link to the Magical Realism Bot on Twitter:
https://twitter.com/magicre…

I like to think it's subtle commentary on immigration. Maybe his archenemy is Undocumented Magnesium or something.

That's disappointing to hear. The combination of Pereira and Munn was a classic example of how chemistry between the hosts can make or break an otherwise unremarkable show. But Munn always acted as though she was a little emotionally detached, while Pereira was more in the moment.

I suppose that in a counterintuitive kind of way, this show's complete failure to capture the down-to-earth lovability of John Candy is a sort of perverse monument to his talent. I saw part of the movie over Christmas, and it completely hangs on his ability to carry the film on his shoulders.

I randomly came across Adventures in Odyssey on the radio a couple of weeks ago, and it was a bit of a blast from the past. Thinking back on it, it's pretty impressive that they were able to make what was essentially an old-school radio serial work as well as it did. Perhaps those days are on the upswing again with…

Eh, I think it's easily in the top third of all Bond themes. I ain't rushing out to buy a copy, but there are a lot of themes that are dully forgettable at best, and actively repulsive at worst.

But there are some adjectives that don't imply anyone performed the action, unless you count the hand of God in its creation. An bird with amber-colored feathers may sing a many-splendored song, and flit away unencumbered by a single worry in the world.

So . . . loud dead, then?