I really wish they'd heave the phony "realism" and just give in to the silver-age awsomeness. Do I want to see dime-store "grittiness"? No! I'm sick to death of it! Do I want to see Captain Boomerang trashing the Flash Museum? Yes! Yes I do!

The Jonas Brothers will play Shazam, Vandal Savage and Darkseid, respectively.

"I'm impressed. They utilized the speed force."

Star Wars Minute is a little bit frustrating. Do I want a podcast where they decompress Star Wars minute-by-minute? Yes I do! But the hosts, and usually the guests, seem like… how do I say this — not exactly dillettantes, because they clearly know the movies well enough, but their observations are very surface-y. You…

It's almost a little uncomfortable — June starts in on some half-baked reading of a film that's not supported by what's on screen at all, and Mantzoukas can't hide his glee at letting her hang herself.

I know, right?

I like Slate, but she seemed very quick to lapse into serious, somewhat self-absorbed responses to questions that should have prompted light, funny answers.

That dismissal up there is nothing short of a sin, because that was one damned funny episode. Leykis is gold! Bamford's delight only added to it.

"Girls with bad dye jobs like David Lee Roth because their dads left home when they were five."

For sure. But there's a whole added "Mrs. Robinson" vibe, and then on top of that there's the sense that O'Brien could probably have asked for her number or something. It makes me feel like I'd have a shot with Clarkson if I had a web series where I asked her to make out at the end, is what I'm saying.

I was white-knuckling it through that pun run — I thought, "You little fool, @avclub-de4a08d644135b09bd7e1a592dff156b:disqus ! You'll never be a man with puns like that!" If you really want my love, field this question: did you have 20% amnesia when you wrote this? I couldn't call it unexpected, I guess, but I want…

Check out Costello's feet when he shuffles over to tell the band to stop. They look like puppet feet!

Please, take a break. I'll kick you for a while.

LIFE happened!

I've never crammed so many adverbs into one post before. How about that.

Big fan of Mike O'Brien's Seven Minutes In Heaven series, and I highly recommend the Patricia Clarkson episode, because she appears to get legitimately tipsy and to enthusiastically, unironically make out with O'Brien at the end. It's strangely hot, actually.

All of the "keeping Walt Jr. pure" they opted for all of these years payed off tremendously tonight. Mitte had to bring it here, and most certainly did; I was on the verge of tears during that entire scene in the White house, and it was to my surprise that it wasn't because of Walter or Skylar, the two characters I've…

No exceptions! Sorry.

That always bugs me — I really hate it when the interviewer prompts the hater by agreeing with them. That's weak sauce. If anything, they should be playing devil's advocate for the maligned thing on the slab so that we can see if the hater has anything substantive to say about it, rather than just spewing reactionary…

Now, I hate Kravitz's output of the last fifteen years as much as or more than anyone, but by gum, Mama Said has some pretty high high points. "It Ain't Over 'til It's Over"? How you gonna hate on that?