...what would you call an ending like that?

Either Bran wakes up after his initial fall in Season one with a “Has father left yet?”, or...

Well... holy... sh**...!

Whew, thought it was just me. Well said. When he’s firing on all cylinders, he’s an old-school master of the craft. It doesn’t matter what the topic is, it’s just a pleasure to sit back and see what one can do with the medium. And Munich is such a piece.

No, Mr Larson.

Just reading this makes me want to douse my keyboard in penicillin. Thanks.

Where did “asshat” come from?

lungs I meant my ears. It was like they changed the air pressure in the theatre for that split second. It was stunning and shocking on all senses (yeah, I smelled it, come fight me). And if that wasn’t enough(!), George ‘allowed’ us to enjoy it again a minute later, and this time we were allowed to ‘see it coming’.

Ursula Udders.

And still no love for those seismic charges of the prequels? Because those were pretty magnificent. Like, the air sucked out of my lungs type of magnificent.

This is sweet news. This will hold my anxiousness for a Helen Mirren and Meryl Streep fan-cast flick for now.

The day is not over yet.

I always confused them. After this article, not anymore.

Goosebumps. Seriously... goosebumps.

On the fence about Suburbicon. Anyone seen it? Thoughts?

Aw man, if my mama was alive today she’d be rollin’ in her grave.

This judge deserves her own gold medal for opening the floodgates here.

I hear good things about those new Quantum chips.

And neither are the two follow-ups; A Tack on the Gowns and Reflow of the Chiffon.

Putting the scars back in Oscars. I like this.