
Doctor Who thing: Vitr-Whovian Doctor, not by Da Vinci
Available on a T-shirt, naturally…

Available on a T-shirt, naturally…

I like Alice Eve. And I love Bryan Cranston. So, fingers crossed.

A much-used graffiti canvas.

Dispenses with all pretense that the modern action blockbuster is anything other than the confused, terrified power fantasy of a particularly sheltered and emotionally stunted teenaged boy.

The genre equivalent of soft-core porn: it doesn’t care how strained and derivative it is as long as it is delivering flying bullets, fast cars, and closeups on women’s sashaying asses.

I’m hyperventilating from the array of overwhelming movie awesomeness before me.

Cartoon Network’s MAD mashes up Doctor Who and Whose Line Is It Anyway?…

Damn. Looks like I missed this both at the London Film Festival last year and at Sheffield Doc/Fest this spring. Crap.

I think I would like it very much, an exercise in delayed gratification with Tom Hiddleston.