Sarah Jessica Parker met AnnaSophia Robb? Do they know nothing about the Blinovitch Limitation Effect?

I think in the right context, it could be a really good point, but when you're singing it as a duet with someone notorious for not waiting for permission before he does what he wants to women's bodies, it's all kinds of shit.

What if you're as yummy as brie? Because she is.

Have you read the fan sites? They go fucking apeshit if an actor is a different height to their character in the books. Change the race and you'd lose at least a third of your potential audience to spontaneous human combustion.

I love her Doctor Who reviews too! I like it when she gets all giddy every time the Doctor kisses Rory. Five years old and already a shipper.

I like how utterly misleading the cover headlines on these magazines always are, too. You just know that woman's arse suffered a nasty rash from her jeans, at worst.

God, I hate themed orgy parties. The last one I went to had a Golden Age Hollywood theme, so why were they all so upset when I turned up as Lassie?

There are some good points here, but all of them are outweighed by this: thanks to this movie, we got to see Benedict Cumberbatch pretending to be a dragon.

There's a terrific anecdote about Martin Bashir in Jon Ronson's book The Men Who Stare At Goats, where he's landed an interview with a man who's just been released from Guantanamo Bay. This is in about 2003, 2004. While his interviewee is getting ready, Bashir asks if he saw his interview with Michael Jackson. The…

As much as I'd like to believe it, I've heard it too many times from Tea Party-backed candidates who are all about job creation when they're running for office, then spend their time in office thinking of anti-abortion bills so horrifying they freak out hardened forced-birthers.

Do you even JLaw, bro?

Oh man, yeah. A feature film could really explore the ramifications of Amy Pond and Twelve being there, too.

SPOILER: It's a Paul WS Anderson film - there won't be a plot.

Fauxhol.

This whole thread is like getting an advance copy of Cat Marnell's autobiography.

You joke, but Barry Vermeer is killing it at the moment. He can afford a real camera!

This gif! I am desperate to know the context.

Lindyyyyyyy! I'm freakin' out here.

Oh, Tom. In my mind, you have the physical capacity to do anything.

I haven't even started watching it yet. Something about hours and hours of TV where all the men are indistinguishably beardy? And yet I know I'll end up watching it in the end, because Peter Dinklage and Natalia Tena and Charles Dance and Aiden Gillen and Harry Lloyd and Sibel Kekilli and David Bradley and (soon)…