Wow, am I really the only person who thinks season 3 is complete crap?  I mean, I like the actor playing Rudy - he was great in This Is England - but his character is really grating, and it's extremely clear that all the lines were written for that curly-haired guy who left the show and they didn't even bother…

Just to be the nay-sayer, no, it has an excellent, absurdist premise and sometimes can get some laughs out of it, but most of the time the writing doesn't live up to it and you wind up with hoary "Three's Company" caliber sitcom cliches in an interesting universe.  I tried to give it a chance, I really did, but it's…

You should get all vigilante.  Fuck those people.

The Kabuki Sundance in San Francisco is set up the same way, and it's worth every penny.  Puzzlingly there doesn't seem to be an equivalent in NYC yet.

"Deal with it?"  Ok, I guess somehow I'll find a way to carry on.  Thanks for the pep talk.

It completely boggles my mind that somebody thought the audience for Tim and Eric was large enough to support a feature-length film.  (Also that anybody could watch a 90 minute uninterrupted stretch of this sort of thing - I can barely get through two episodes back to back with developing a blinding migrane.)

That statement works in any context.

Yeah, I love AD but it isn't as though Mitch Hurwitz has exactly covered himself in glory in his post-AD work.  I mean, Sit Down, Shut Up?  What the hell was that?  What happened to the intelligent comedy?

I saw them the last time they played in NYC, and they were pretty great.  They played a lot of Confusion is Sex era stuff.  At the end of their set Thurston Moore told us, "soon a humungous snake head is going to rise up out of the East River and spray us all with LSD.  And turn us into women."

They got noodly over time, and I can see why people don't like their newer stuff, but I actually think there's been at least one awesome track on all of their albums, and generally a lot of solid ones.  Washing Machine is sort of a later standout, and Moore's solo stuff is mostly good.

It would seem to be in the East Village.

Y'know, all this snarky coverage of James Franco's performance art stuff mostly serves to remind me that this site doesn't really cover any serious (read: non-pop) art.  I mean, if the guy painted pictures, would that get this response?  The problem is that you're covering fine arts as if they were pop-culture…

Not to play armchair interviewer, but I would have been interested to hear Azzarello's thoughts on the whole kerfuffle about DC's treatment of women characters in the new 52.  I generally like WW so far, and it's one of the better books on that score as far as I'm concerned, but I have seen it draw some flak online…

*snikt*

I've been nursing a theory that the big reveal from the letters is going to be that Jax is actually Clay's son, not John Teller's. I sort of thought I heard Gemma say "his son" in that last line (to Unser, who has also read the letters), which would kind of back that up, but I can't be arsed to go back and listen to…

Until Clay talked to the Galindo boss and got a refund on the hit (?!) I was thinking that he might have somehow called in another gang of people to fake a botched abduction so that Tara can get away unharmed.  (Notice in that scene at the park you see a guy who looks an awful lot like the hitman in the beginning of…

Where are you speaking indeed.

Movie viewing public: "yes, we know"

Yeah but Blink 182 is in it

Maybe you should think about watching some of these films before you decide to assign a moral value to them.