The Andy and Ann of three years ago were well-rounded, comic, real characters. The Andy and Ann of today are bumbling comic stooges so underwritten their script might as well have been kiddies' doodles in crayon.

How old are you? Five?

Extraordinarily bad:

Crap.

Too many poofs.

Maybe Vin and Dwayne should hook up.

I feel your whiny pain.

Al hail the Pope of Douches!

She had new tits for that role. Expensive, but they looked like they were bolted. When she ran out across the stage and ripped open her shirt, the entire theatre leaned back and sucked air through their teeth as if to say: 'Christ, she's going to have someone's eye out with those things'.

Not the snooty pop-eyed pin-head Hathaway?!? Jebus, your cock must be made of cold-forged steel.

Things it would be brave for an actress to play:

And they're both for MORONS!

After that, I'd like to beat him to death, and not in an ironic way.

'Heteronormative'. It's adorable you're trying to make that a thing. God bless you.

Oh, I think they all spit in the dough and then charge ten grand for something that costs thirty dollars in materials and five hours to make.

Bored of Franco now. Bring on the next Franco.

There's a lot of difference between 'rich' and 'upper-class'.

I think even the most dogmatic socialist would have difficulty characterising the drunken Irish rapist Kennedy as 'upper-class, surely? O'Hurley is far more hewn from Bush family timber.

That seems to me to be the opposite of similar.

Lol. Yes and no.