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I wasn't aware that Weiner had claimed that wasn't rape. That's extra concerning because to my eyes that scene was even more obviously non-consensual than I found this one. But it kind of begs the question of why, if they're consensual sex scenes, they need to be ambiguous at all.

RIP Prismo. I'm gonna miss that character, at least for the time being.

Just because the director didn't intend the scene as a rape doesn't mean it isn't one. That's a totally false premise that rides entirely on the unworkable idea that authorial intent trumps all other interpretations. That doesn't invalidate Sonia's argument any more than it necessarily validates yours, or mine, or

It sorta didn't though? It had him laying with his back to the camera, yes, but the focus of the scene was Oberyn. Conversely, the scene opened with a shot of a woman's bare ass and ONLY that, then moved up her back and out to reveal the whole bedding arrangement. There is definitely an imbalance.

Dude, I've read enough of your comments around this site to know that you're too smart to be chalking this up to sensationalist clickbait or calling a very calmly written piece a "diatribe". This is one article about one issue in the show that is discussing one aspect of its representation of women. Perhaps you think

So many high-shouldered jackets. Swoon.

Yeah, absolutely. Like, in general I am desensitised because I don't usually react viscerally to horror or gore (except for problem areas like eyes and stuff, ow). But I think, to an extent, Hannibal as a show is so great that it's sort of asking and encouraging you to completely give yourself over to the show

As soon as she appeared on screen I regressed to my basest gay instinct and practically fanned myself from the fabulousness of her clothes/hair/everything.

I'd be desensitised if much of this happened in a feature film, but parcelled out in 42-minute chunks every week allows any resistance I build up to fade. So yes, I did yell out, "NOPE NOPE NOPE!" when a man starting prising his way out of a dead horse's innards.

I've always liked Neeley in that role because I think that, contextually, it works. His voice is so thin and reedy and drowned out by the rest of the cast and that feels so thematically appropriate, but on the soundtrack it's not quite as enjoyable.

September is when NBC executives do most of their crying.

Yeah, pretty much. Someone who tries to characterise a comedian like that clearly doesn't really understand that there's an art to comedy writing and that if those jokes are landing it's not because they're offensive but cutesy. I wish people would be intelligent enough to make the distinction between "not funny to

@avclub-54d4cda5a907f7d4dd75662ab0199318:disqus For some reason your comment is flagged so I can't reply directly so I hope you see this, but you're right, it might have been the concept album which has Murray Head as Judas. I have heard some of Vereen's version of songs and I generally don't like them as much,

I read that and thought, "Oh, of course she can do that too."

It airs on Australian cable a couple of hours after the US, but only gets watched by 100-200k people on there. It used to be available on iTunes the night it airs but the cable (owned by Rupert Murdoch, obvs) killed that with an exclusivity agreement for GoT.

Cersei is a fabulous bitch queen, who DOESN'T like her? Also, everyone knows that Sam and Theon are the worst characters and Sansa is great, so.

U GOT ME

Can we talk about how the film adaptation is fucking incredible? It often feels like one of those movies people have been content to more or less forget about, but it's a powerhouse and transgressive and stunningly shot to boot.

Carl Anderson's performance in the film is tremendous, too. Honestly, I prefer the film soundtrack to the original Broadway recording by a long way.

Dudes misguidedly write Sarah Silverman off as doing this all the time. Generally speaking, people who can only say "she's unfunny" are not exactly authorities on how comedy works.