The usurper Balon Greyjoy doesn’t have to die before the worm of burning his daughter alive to summon up some King’s Blood fireworks finds a path into Stannis’ brain?

Fed up with his badgering, Benioff and Weiss decide to let HBO’s CEO of Tits guest direct a scene to keep him busy.

Probably more 1940s matron, but no bothersome age difference between Coop and Audrey now (and no jealous Boyle to keep them apart, if that rumor was true) so shippers rejoice?

I assume he was within recommended use. They took it off the market. Don't know if he won his case.

The tinge of honest sleaze, the enthusiasm of the recommendation. Your avatar's the Game Boy cover but I'm seeing Nightcrawler JG.

The last thing I read about James Marshall was back around 2010 when he was going to sue the makers of an acne drug because he lost his colon after using it. Offering no opinion on (because I have no knowledge of) the merits of his case otherwise I still recall his lawyer saying "The jury will hear that James Marshall…

Pedigreed actors want to eat well, too.

You know how fans get a reputation as thumbsuckers obsessed with trivial shit? By complaining about things like this. Make an argument for why the character needs to be white other than "That's how he's always looked" or don't complain if people say you sound prejudiced. As though comic books never change the…

C'mon, like Ryan O'Neal wasn't the Channing Tatum of the mid-70s.

Watched S1 plus S2E1 of the Spacey House of Cards. If anyone told me blind that it's a great show and I should definitely watch it I'd know the two of us are capable of wildly different responses to drama and I shouldn't rely on his or her opinion on a series in the future.

But those people probably hate New Kids, Backstreet Boys, One Direction, etc. because they don't like their music (not just because of the marketing) so I wouldn't say they're hypocrites.

If you decide to hate a boy band do you have to be fair and hate them all or can you cherry-pick? Does it wax and wane between eras? Is it tiring to know when you're finally rid of them there'll be another along a couple of years after that?

That's how Grunberg trips you up. "What weird porn?" Then you lose.

True, but I'd at least allow that if someone can read a person's mind they'll be able to form words (or a representation of feelings in words) from it.

"If I ingested this would I die?" "What if I punched him in the face right now?" Resisting or not expressing the vulgar, inane, antisocial buzzing that passes through our brains is an important part of the social contract. If made available to a second party it would make us all look weird and primitive.

Has anyone with the power to "read minds" on a show or in a movie ever experienced something realistic: a mash of images, sentence fragments and the unexplainable, rather than a constantly flowing monologue of one's plot-relevant knowledge and feelings towards the telepath? Not "I wish I hadn't helped Jack hide that…

She sounds like the imaginary person your grade school niece creates on a sugar high. " .. and she's from London, England and she's in movies and she's pretty and she has blonde hair and her name is IMOGEN POOTS." Giggles uncontrollably. You wonder when her parents are getting back.

"He discussed what he wears in black leather under his robe. You didn't want to hear about it." — AV Club Censor

The studios are on a kick where they have no confidence in their ability to market original scripts so everything has to be an existing property. Even if the value of that property is less than a scratch-off Topps card from the 80s (on which I'm sure Jason Voorhees appeared).

It was inevitable a man whose primary skill was brand hyping would get his own overblown biopic, though.