Darth Maul had the high ground, too.

*bangs on table loudly*
*bangs on table loudly*
*yelping noise*
*yelping noise*

Imagine "Who Goes There" with some OK-ish TV director instead of Fukunaga.

There's one probably with this argument: Stannis Baratheon is most certainly not Superman.

I was thinking of GLADIATOR, but also a little bit of ATTACK OF THE CLONES, and of how the tactile elements of the far lower-budgeted sequence more than made up for the dodgy CGI.

*wink*

Whenever he's given the chance to take a brief foray into Anthony Hopkins territory, he just totally nails it.

I don't think there'll be that much wheel spinning this time out. The Hannibal-in-Florence plotline will be over by the seventh episode, and then the back half will be RED DRAGON. There won't be a lot of time for plodding table-setters.

Now I want one of the husbands in Dolarhyde's attacks on married couples to be Kelsey Grammer.

My favorite is the relentless humming noise that plays over the opening of the season one finale. Even if the imagery isn't all that frightening (Will dreaming about the stag), the soundtrack inspires terror.

Judging from the fact that the patient is Zachary Quinto, I'm presuming we're going to be seeing more of him.

"My wife and I would love to have you for dinner".

What's funny is that O'Neal's version had Vince starring in the Steve Jobs movie, which is somehow more believable and less ridiculous than this DJ Jekyll & Hyde monstrosity.

I am ashamed to say that I have seen the entire series. At least now I can say that I never saw the movie.

Just as I was beginning to get worried about D&D getting lost in adaptation, they turn out the best episode since "The Rains of Castamere". Holy shit.

He should get the Westerosi equivalent of a boombox and play Peter Gabriel.

Maybe she just thought the undead children were fucking terrifying. You know, like everyone watching the show did. Except for those people, apparently.

Ramsay needs to be what I'm going to call being Ultronned. He needs to be plucked from the earth, brought up into orbit, then sent back down to earth as a meteor to kill Roose.

I finally watched ERASERHEAD. It fits right in with the other David Lynch I've seen. Deeply unsettling, horrifying stuff. The sound design, the Man in the Planet, the expanding mutant baby, the Lady in the Radiator stepping on oversized sperm cells/mutant baby replicas… Christ. I'm not going to forget that one.

What saved it for me was the show embracing the trope of having characters dress up as the enemy guards. Bronn as a singing Dornishman was one of the best things ever.