So explain it to me like I'm a four year old, or one more than Charlie.  How did Mikey and Fi wind up with Charlie if Jesse doesn't know where or if they are alive?

I never thought I would say that a Travis Wall piece with Travis Wall in it was hot, precisely, but he and Amy really did smolder in their Wicked Game duet.  His sexiest piece still remains the one with Jeanine and Jason and the locket.

She was too busy playing Mikado.

She does, but on rare occasion, like last week, her dress sense deserts her.  And unless she has changed her practice, Cat doesn't have a stylist.  She chooses all her own clothes.

Without wishing to open up a big old can of worms (or Whoop-ass) I have to think what an awkward position Nigel and the other producers must be in with regard to Michael and Wade Robson.  Dance owes so much to them both, but SYTYCD in particular has a sterling artistic collaborative history with Wade, whose routines…

Damning with faint praise indeed.  The thing I really dislike about Tyce is that he so often says he is doing a tribute to a truly great choreographer (and to him that so often means Fosse), but what he really does is reference the costuming or the music or really anything but the language of the person he claims to…

Better.  I do not believe she allows herself to know all she could know about Hannibal.  Aside from being her only patient he appears to be her only contact with life outside her rigidly structured world, barring occasional visits from Crawford and Bloom.  It may be that one of the lingering aftereffects of her…

No he didn't.  That was Francis Dollarhyde.

Yes, his versatility is certainly one reason Hannibal has remained so well hidden in plaint sight, compounded by the charming faith shown by authority figures such as Jack, Alana and Bedelia in his rock-solid sanity and trustworthiness.  But even tucked safely inside his cell and viewed by the same authorities as a…

Yes.  That is, I believe, the reason why I said it was the second time…

Here's a question for Season 2:  We know Hannibal can, if he must, refrain from perhaps the more attention-getting methods of keeping his larder stocked.  We are told that the Chesapeake Ripper was dormant for years, presumably while Dr. Gideon was incarcerated at the Baltimore Hospital for the Criminally Insane.  So…

This is the second time someone has broken out of a police van while carrying a prisoner.  I see a class-action lawsuit for law enforcement! In the meantime there will be a rush on faulty handcuffs among the soon-to-be-transported.

Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!  I can never now look upon her face again!

Well, yes of course.  And to respond to someone up above who mentioned no objection to strong moderation let me just say that there is a general house tenor here for civilized discourse without the need for overzealous policing.  That appeals to sarcastic me, especially as I have vowed never to darken another forum's…

And can we please find another narrative for Malece other than "my mom cleans other people's houses?"  I mean, it's a pretty respectable occupation.  So her mother is not a computer analyst or a radiologist but plenty of women do it so why make Malece sound like like she's rising to the arts from some Les Miserables…

At the risk of being bashed for being superficial or weight-ist or something may I just say how pleased I was to see Mia looking so good last night.  No shaved head, no drastic ballooning in size, just pretty much….pretty.

But in RD it was clear that Multiple Miggs swallowed his tongue after Lecter had spent quite some time speaking to him.  It is hard to imagine Hannibal stopping a violent attack in media res in order to halt it.

I re-watched that scene in Du Maurier's office last night and was fascinated at the blocking.  H. stays near the window for much of it, while B. perches on the edge of the patients' chair and speaks as a colleague, not his therapist.  With the light behind Hannibal, of course, it must be hard to see his face and gauge…

In Red Dragon, when Will has a family living in Marathon, FL,  the hostlity between Molly and Jack crackles with more static electricity than that comb in the hyperbaric chamber.

No, your lips!