Can you feel it? The nothingness? Cuz I sure can.
“Two months later”? You gotta be kiddin’ me.
Thank you, Torchwood, for sucking so much I can’t even enjoy naked John Barrowman.
I’m struggling here to have some fun with “Miracle Day.” Because otherwise I’d be crying.
Will there be a bigger disappointment for me this year than Spike Jonze’s *Where the Wild Things Are*? Gosh, I hope not: I’m not sure my heart could take it.