‘Doctor Who’ blogging: “The Doctor’s Wife”
Thank you. Thank you so much, Neil Gaiman. Like I need this achy void in my gut on a Sunday afternoon. Like I need to be all weepy over a police box and a crazy lonely Time Lord.
Thank you. Thank you so much, Neil Gaiman. Like I need this achy void in my gut on a Sunday afternoon. Like I need to be all weepy over a police box and a crazy lonely Time Lord.
We’re gonna run out of new Doctor Whos very soon with this truncated half-season nonsense. What will you watch then?
If so, can it happen fast enough to save us?
“Life’s like a movie. Write your own ending.”
I’m totally naming my band Albino Porcupine…
Listen for Craig Ferguson pimping out Karen Gillan to Branagh. Also, there’s a quite bad double entendre about the TARDIS. Fun!
Progress! Hollywood has recognized the comedic value of women! If you’ve had it up to here with movies all about fat dudes who are disgusting and crude and that’s all extra funny cuz they’re fat, then behold: Bridesmaids features not one but two very overweight women who will gross you out with their flab, their sexual desires, their farts, their inability to recognize the personal space of others, and other revolting things that are doubly hilarious coming from fatties!
Hey, I love Duran Duran, too, but 80s nostalgia as a thing is so ten years ago… just about the time that the 33-year-old Topher Grace would have been the right age to play the just-out-of-college, I-dunno-what-to-do-with-myself whiner he plays here…
It’s like Koyaanisqatsi via YouTube…
Few characters of any kind on film (or TV) express any kind of religious belief, but it’s still far more common to see explicitly religious characters than it is to see explicitly areligious characters…