No, fuck you. What [s]he's saying is that Whedon has actually produced a few superlatives, and Rhimes has crapped out a couple of soap opera crapfests heavier on flash than substance. Whedon can lay out the occasional slopfest flameout, but he has occasionally risen to the rarefied realm of genius.

Art isn't from Harlan, I have no idea what part of Kentucky he's from. Up here in the northern end of Appalachia, there are pockets of serious Catholicism that usually tracks the mining-community settlement patterns - if the miners were Irish or Slovak, then you're probably looking at Catholics, if Welsh or…

Art's randomly bigoted if amusing "papist" joshing came kind of out of left field. Up to this poing, the lawful characters have demonstrated generally deracinated attitudes towards "old-time religion". It's the losers and villains of Harlan other than Arlo that go in for the traditional back-holler god-talk. …

As Ian McShane can tell you, a talent for speaking profanely yet eloquently in iambic pentameter redeems the most amazing douchebaggery in the eyes of the viewing public.

He's never been better than as John Henry in Sarah Connor Chronicles, and I'm not sure if that means that he fit the role because as an actor he's basically wooden, or by managing to give a robotic man-child character a soul, he did something special.

"I'm mumble something justice", I think. Yeah, I tried a couple times but it was just a blown line.

Tactically stupid as hell, but gorgeous.

Physically speaking, Laurel's half again Sara's weight and occasionally showed sparks of physical capacity for violence in the first season, before they sidelined her into stupid side-stories and concentrated on other members of Ollie's vigilante harem.

I was kind of waiting for him to kick loose his arrow-anchor while trying to kick in the window. If his semi-terminal-velocity impact wasn't going to break the glass, repeatedly bouncing that same weight via a three-foot pendulum swing wasn't going to smash it in.

I seem to remember that it's more like all energy finds its lowest potential state, namely, everything zooming away from everything else, forever - such that nothing can interact with anything else. Googling indicates that it's as archaic a concept as the aether, and that it's been replaced several times over by…

I don't think he was worried, he knew he was about to see something cool, got excited, and forgot himself enough to take a step. Luckily nobody noticed.

Since the $25 million painting looked like the props department made it in five minutes with a pair of commercial paint sprayers and some masking tape, I have difficulty developing enough fucks to register a complaint.

And remote desert islands.

In the end, Harlan County is still Harlan County - the backend of nowhere, nothing without its coal industry, and like the rest of that stretch of Appalachia, living mostly off of federal welfare cheques and tank fumes. It's too late in the game for them to be chasing fracking leases, unless the writers haven't been…

I don't know, he struck me as the perfect illustration of why honesty isn't an exemption from the demands of moral behavior. He was honest, and authentic, and yet he was still a pimp, a thief, and a murderer - all in all a pathetic, horrible, irredeemable little sack of shit.

Duffy started out as such a nonfunctional sociopath, and yet by the end of season 5, he had survived by consistently being the most reasonable, least threatening, and least lunatic maniac in the room whenever things went pearshaped.

I was amused by the scene of dumbass Dewey with his racist neck-tattoos scurrying out of jail surrounded by black guards ignoring his cracker ass, only to get to the gate w/ a bunch of white guards giving him the disgusted stink-eye.

Really? My money was on Dewey either killing himself in a car wreck or knifed by one of his former whores. Mostly on the latter, I think every single one of them could have taken him in a fair fight.

It's like eight times better than the first time Nick tried to explain things to Juliette. That was… so awful it started getting hilarious, and then crossed the line three times back into awful again. Even from the audience point of view he came across like a gibbering lunatic.

It's an anxiety dream, she associates hexenbeists with savagery and viciousness, after all. "Oh, I'm going to turn eeeviil now, aren't I?" It's a little Holly Hostagecakes, but then, so's Juliette, although I prefer her when she *isn't* the designated Woobie.