For this season of Game of Thrones, instead of a regular recap which goes in-depth and scene-by-scene, we’ll construct an analysis of the episode while pointing out key factors that were interesting, has potential to influence the rest of the season, or were just cool enough to warrant mention. As always, there will be spoilers. Continue reading
Hello, little chickens. What did you think of last night’s episode? Got any great recaps you’d like to share?
I’m catching up on the episode right now, so my thoughts will be in the comments.
WARNING: THE COMMENTS WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS. DO NOT READ THE COMMENTS IF YOU DON’T WANT TO BE SPOILED.
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Many of us were skeptical about NBC’s launch of a show about the underbelly of Broadway, and in conjunction, one rife with musical routines. NBC, not known for big risks, or musical theater, has struggled with their dramatic formula for the past few seasons. Now they planned to attempt drama and in a musical format? We were mostly afraid it would be some low rent Glee offering, with all the pap and cheesetastic nuance that has consumed the once lauded Ryan Murphy juggernaut. Continue reading
Well, it finally happened. After 17 months, we finally got a start on season five of Mad Men. In this post, feel free to link us to recaps and dissect the hell out of the episode. Warning: The rest of this post will contain spoilers. Continue reading
Previously on Dance Moms! Holly flipped out and got expelled (but not really). Paige had a medical emergency and the doctor told her she might not be able to dance again! (Not really) Kendall danced with Skee-lo! (Not really, but close) What’s gonna happen next?! Join me after the jump! Continue reading
The queens enter the workroom singing “Jesus is a Biscuit” and are generally in high spirits. “To my bitches, love y’all to death,” Jiggly has scrawled in lipstick on the mirror. Willam says: “At least the lipstick’s on the mirror and not on her teeth for once.” Rimshot! Willam isn’t really feeling humbled by having to lip-synch, probably because she was up against Certified Hot Mess, Jiggly. Sharon admits she might have to try a look without her contacts, which I respect. As much as it’s her signature thing, she really does listen to the judges.
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It’s probably fair to say that this second season was really a tale of two disparate seasons. We began in a place that so far stretched the limits of modern television drama that it was enough to make even the most staunch soap opera fan weep. It was filled with long expositions about the meaning of life, life without hope, what it means to be truly dead, and if there is ever a hope of seeing the Walkers as anything but ambulating meat sacks during near constant contemplation of right and wrong. Continue reading
There are two types of commercials that annoy most viewers. 1) The ones you see ad nauseum 2) The ones that say or do something so silly that it is instantly mockable. You know the ones. The kind that you can just see all the ad execs sitting around patting themselves on the back for producing a revolutionary! artistic! stunningly awful! thing that you’d frankly never want to see again, because it tests your patience, insults your intelligence, or just outright steals from your youth like a Kardashian looking for a soul wrapped in money. Is Mr. T wearing a Mohawk toupee’?! Yep. This is what I’m saying. Continue reading
Rage. It is a caustic thing. And there is nothing like the low-simmering boil of an all-consuming rage. It is blinding. It is a noxious cancer that coils deeply within searching unendingly for release, for a way to seep out and possibly infect others, or to explode forth and cover everyone it touches in hellfire. Once down this powder keg of a road one knows the fallout will be great, and possibly, if victims and bystanders are lucky it will be mete out with justice. Yet, in a world overrun with zombies you’d better hope the guy with the rage is on your side. Continue reading
In the midst of a zombie apocalypse what is the worst thing you’ll face? The zombies themselves? Finding and maintaining food and shelter? Keeping your sanity? Or is it wondering if every “live person” you meet (if you meet any at all) will somehow threaten your already precarious existence? Continue reading