Franchise fever! Franchise fever!

It's the script(s), stupid. It's always been about the script(s).

Call me when it get its to the funny part.

Ha! Glee: 3rd Stage.

Just pass the pipe.

Irrespective of whether he actually wanted to continue with this enterprise past season 6 (let alone season 4), Murphy's error was believing the show couldn't survive the passing of the baton to new regulars. As tonight's cracktackularly slapdash episode demonstrated, it quite possibly could have.

Enemy works from start to finish; Prisoners goes right off the rails—though blame lay with the screenplay.

Because, on top of being bi-polar, Andre is also colour blind?

Amen to the booty-shake.

Any soap that makes me giggle, gasp and guffaw (for all the right reasons) is a keeper in my books. Besides, Cookie's ripostes are a hoot, and, damn, I like the way Jamal moves.

KORL! Git to bed. It's past your bed time.

Slumming with Sigourney?

Ha! I just so happened to watch this last night for the 4th time.

…of the damned.

Not when you're staring up its ass.

The darkness…

¿Que?

Quoi?

Good for Alexandre!

Uh-uh…Budapest.