A horse is a horse of course, of course. Unless the horse is Cueto’s Mr. Dead.

Speak for yourself, Clover Hope. Cranston won my heart as a weird, beleaguered dad in Malcom in the Middle long before he got serious and started dealing meth for Emmys.

My family loves my fiance, but when we were dating for 3 years and we hadn’t gotten engaged yet they started to wonder “what his intentions were” - my family is super traditional.

I burst out laughing in the cinema when the dinosaurs appeared. No one minded though, the people who didn’t walk out were mainly sleeping or playing on their phones.

Standard reply - “Well, some of us have been around long enough to know that just belaboring a point with obvious and cliched metaphors does not make one an artist. It just makes one an enabler of insufferable film students.”

I hung in there with Tree of Life right up until the dinosaurs showed up. Any film buffs out there want to explain WTF that part was about?

Legit. I’m experiencing a new emotion: “worry for Leah Remini”.

Good luck to you, Leah, but ...

Young Kenny Powers.

Things I’d rather watch than Bayless and SAS:

That’s a not moral quandry. The moral position is obvious.

This makes me really sad. I had high hopes for that kid.

Fuck Zoe Saldana. She’s full of shit. She mentions the fake nose and tries to lay the blame on other people having a problem, not her and the people who cast her in this embarrassment, of course. So if you complain that a woman with features nothing like Nina has to be painted and molded to play her, YOU are the one…

Has an Oscar, would have possibly been a bigger draw because, uh duh, she’d do her own singing