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As far as I can see, the WSJ Journalists abandoned the ethics and standards of their profession and behaved like bedroom bloggers. This is how you kill your credibility as a news source. You only need to look at the online response to their hit piece to see that people aren't falling for it anymore.

I was engaged and entertained by this episode in a way that I haven't been for a while by slice of television. I was aware that it borrows from Skyfall, the Saw films, Batman The Killing Joke, and probably other things as well. None of that hampered my enjoyment. The performances were strong. Sherlock was put through

It always makes me sad to see a computer-generated Audrey Hepburn yanked from the afterlife to shill Galaxy chocolate.

They should do what they did with George Steinbrenner in Seinfeld and film all her scenes from behind, so you only ever see the back of her head.

That Toby Jones, adeptly channeling the malign spectre of real-life monster, Jimmy Savile, could only be a fraction as vile as the man himself, is more an indictment of Savile than it is of Jones' acting ability.

Mean-spirited balls of spite like this, with the potential to form the nucleus of an alarmingly malignant tumor within the body of the author, are dragging this site down. I don't care for Carlson and, as a resident of the UK, my exposure to him is mercifully limited. However, this kind of article does more harm to

At the end of The Six Thatchers I was overwhelmed by the same sense of peevish aggrievement one feels after having been deliberately taken the longest and most-convoluted way home by a taxi driver. We went all that way for this?

I think the conceit of alien races taking-over human bodies, disguising themselves as influential human figures, or concealing themselves inside our technology is pretty-much played out in Doctor Who. I long for the uncomplicated invasions of the past where some Cybermen or a few Daleks would briefly take control of

The ghastly, inhuman, clacking noise that classroom full of restrained children make with their jaws in The Girl with All the Gifts. That film would be utterly bone-chilling if it wasn't for the dark humour.

A rare miss from South Park, especially for a season that began so promisingly. This was a mad undignified scramble to bring about a resolution at the expense of humour. The only moment that made me laugh was Cartman voicing his fear of being milked in the cum and joke mines of Mars, in that super-serious tone of

I've a feeling these parks will end up becoming reservations for the surviving humans after the post-humans break free and take over.

He was building a host body in his cabin. I don't think that we've seen the last of Ford. God's going into hiding.

"The God's are Pussies," was the title of a pamphlet published by the Reverend Leonard Hitchens who preached in Virginia City during the 1860s. He encouraged his congregation to engage in "confrontational prayer" and blasphemous hectoring of deities and celestial beings. It's nice to see the creators of Westworld

For me it must be the demented biker rock of 'Hot Girls on the Road' by Anal Cunt, in which late front man, Seth Putnam, yowls like a tomcat with its balls caught in a mousetrap, about being orally pleasured by an underage groupie, while watching the Sylvester Stallone and Kurt Russell buddy cop movie, Tango and Cash.

I'm girding myself for the off the richter scale cringe when one of the characters innevitably utters the words: "a new hope."

It seems obvious to me now that Game of Thrones will end with Alfred Gough waking up in a cold sweat. Rising from his bed he sits down at his computer and hammers out an early draft of 'The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor.'

I emerged from this belated six-hour coda really disliking Rory and Lorelai, which I am sure wasn't the intention of the writers.

The highlight of this for me was Grant Lee Phillips' turn in the snow. Apart from that and a few other odd moments here and there, this isn't working for me. Rory and Lorelai were at times Seinfeldian in their self-absorption - I know they've always walked that line but it feels like now they've crossed it, and it

We are Charlie's Angels.

Bernard meets his god and creator