Oh, make no mistake, I like cheese too, and if it also happens to be served on a bed of Ben Browder circa 2000, I'll take a double helping, please and thank-you.

Time = $$$. We're fortunate it looks as good as it does.

What's attracting my favour is that the writers haven't been spoon feeding me the same old rote setups, action beats and glib, self-conciously quippy dialogue typical of the Whedonverse or Trekverse (I mean, I still don't understood the adulation for Firefly when Farscape far excelled it on every creative level,…

I believe the my kind of guy nod was just after Miller's "if you touch me again, there'll be another body on the floor".

That was an admirable sequence, but I'd still place this one above that, or at least distinguish it from True Detective's, if only because TD's was an extended action sequence, whereas here with The Expanse we were dealt practically static shots of characters mingling in a lobby wondering when the other shoe was going…

Couldn't they just have called a boycott on Jerry Bruckheimer instead, cuz even I'd join in.

The lobby scene is perhaps the most riveting fusion of direction, editing, sound and performance I've seen on the little screen in recent memory.

Well, I got a highly commendable James Newton Howard score out of the deal, plus a few goods laughs, so like, whatevah.

Still looking fine too.

Sorry to break it to you, but you are.

His attitude might be better understood if you were to know he had been gestated in a Mickey D fryer vat alongside future Bieber fans.

Hey, look what the cat dragged in…and it's still moving.

Cronenberg's Scanners came to mind as well.

ROWR!

Same old beats but played with no rhythm. In its heyday this show had atmosphere to burn, but it seems Carter is back to his bad habit of biting off more than he can chew in 40 minutes and choking on his own exposition. There's no drama; no suspense; no reason apart from seeing the return of the old players to keep…

Which reminds me that I haven't seen that film in eons and I should correct that sometime soon. Along with Michael Keaton, Catherine O'Hara and Jefferey Jones were a hoot to watch.

Squatters rights!

I got nothin' against Straight Outta Compton. In fact, congratulations to everyone involved for making a product that attracted a lot of paying customers—which is the intended goal of this business, after all—as well as being a bellwether of what sorts of product(s) TPTB might consider next investing in, which is why…

And to his marriage to Shakira Caine, his Guyanese born wife of 43 years, I would suppose.

Or the final arbiters, you, me and the rest of the paying audience.