It’s a rare right-wing pundit who _doesn’t_ look like they are a nano-sec away from kissing the Reaper. Either they appear to show the effects of too many boozy steak dinners--or mondo cocaine.

HOUSE OF CARDS rebooted as a reality show.

...crossing over with “Black Mirror.”

God, Rod Serling and Paddy Chayefsky both would have red-pencilled this as way too crazy.

Gah. Chris Christie stalking Springsteen was loathsome-bromance horrible enough. Now we got this?!?

“Don’t quote me, Lenny, but I think it’s a sign from God.”—GHOSTBUSTERS. ;)

Seriously. Unless you are POTUS, there is very, very, very, very seldom anything so goddamn all-fired fucking important you need to distract everyone else around you for. (Though you are as inconsiderate and selfish as POTUS if this is the hill you want to die on.)

Ehehehe. I wish ‘em luck with that. Being deeply religious does not equal being so self-righteous you’d vote for right-wing racists whose policies are out to kill you. Unlike the evangelicals who voted for Trump, black folks look hard at words _and_ deeds, so any-old-somebody waving a cross isn’t going to do it. As…

1) Relatedly, the right-wing would _love_ to get their financial/philosophical fingers into HBCUs to spawn generations of black Republican voters--and deprive the Democrats of a major base. Because many such colleges are financially struggling, folks like the Kochs see this as a prime opportunity to gain influence. 2)…

Given Branagh’s antics in his Frankenstein version, I’ll bet cash money this is gonna be one “Guy Richie, eat your heart out” actioner.

Aiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee!!! :)

But...but...this is set in Victorian England. (Confused, deering staggers off for a revivifying belt of black currant iced tea...)

A lot of racist Southerners/Midwesterners settled in California during the Depression. It’s the reason you have hard-right enclaves like Orange County and beaches where skinhead surfers rule.

Hurm, looks likes he’s shooting for a “Sherlock”-type re-jumpstart

(With a shudder, Deering recalls Branagh’s awful Laurence Olivier in “My Week With Marilyn.”) Is he trying to prove he can play everyone or something?

You fiend, you. ;)

Hee. I’m one of the rare few who actually saw WWW in the theater. And I will argue to the death that Branagh (and Kline) were quite good in it. Have at me. :)

I think that’s the point. Since when is Poirot supposed to be dashing, for cryin’ out loud? Fooey.

Damn straight. “Prometheus” is insultingly bad in the regard.

Hee, seriously? That’s eminently cool. I have a theory that well-adjusted celebrities never let star status keep them from pursuing any interest they want. Olde-schoole actor Victor Mature ran a TV repair shop on Pico Blvd as the studio system wound down. His career was fine; he apparently was just fascinated by TVs…