Just as Moffat missed (or skipped) an important bit about pseudo-random number generators last time in order to work out a plot point, he sort of skipped over something obvious in this one: in Great Britain, with its fetish for Health and Safety (and other things), surely a mechanical-dial-driven lock would have had…

As I've said elsewhere—less soaper, more super. I don't know what writer thinks that Kara's responses are emotionally authentic, but—geez, this barely rises above middle-school maturity levels some times. For someone who spends her time—and whose expressed primary goal is—helping other people, Kara is remarkably…

With Vandal Savage firmly in hand, it's time to shove him out the airlock into the Sun. Immortal or not, he wouldn't be traversing the 92.5 million miles of empty space back to the Earth as individual atoms and ions. Problem solved.