Damn strong day. Going up the list, you've got The Doctor, a Python, the only person ever to play himself on Star Trek, Tara, the King, David Frickin' Bowie… so who the heck is this Hoffman character?

Okay, listen, AVClub, you can blow your budget on a couple of lead aprons, and maybe preserve the fertility of a couple of your reviewers. Or you can buy a sexy robot, eliminate all of the pathetic Fleshy Ones from your business model, and be ready for the singularity well in advance.

Just remember, always plan your crimes backwards. So start with a good recipe.

As are Chyler Leigh, Laura Benanti, Jenna Dewan-Tatum, Katie McGrath… there's a lot of pleasant things to look at on that show.

Being a rock star got old. Everybody needs a hobby, and he had to cut back on the drinking a bit after Keith Moon died.

Arse!

But nobody cared that time.

A classic example of a comic-book adaptation being done wrong in every way possible at every stage.

In this version, Jackie Treehorn is the protagonist.

Well, that answers my first question about January Jones.

Yes, men like sports. We eat of the beef, we watch the action movie, and we like to look at the bosoms.

Fun fact: Statistically, Britain has some of the best and healthiest teeth in the world. WHO statistics put Britain at 0.6 decayed, missing or filled teeth per person, compared to 1.19 for the USA.

I like to say "darn" a lot. And "dash it", and "oh, fudge", and "sugar".

I think I already read several of that fanfic.

Yeah, and maybe a suit that lets her roll up into a little ball to get under obstacles.

Crap, now I presumably need to make time to watch Rogue One before this comes out.

Danica Dillon, presumably also known for her roles in This Ain't The Smurfs XXX and of course as Mystique in This Ain't The X-Men XXX.

I appreciate that it may be a character's name, but for now I'm happy to assume that Blindspot is going to be about a dude wandering around in a toga, going: "Úbi sum? Quis ego sim, nescio."

There's a reason why Garth Ennis's non-comedic run on the title was basically a five-year essay on why being Frank Castle sucks and you should not admire him.

I hated the super-spy stuff when it was first introduced, but this was a poor way to get rid of it. That was a truly ignominious death.