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

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

Let us tell sad stories of the death of kings. And let the kings be played by the hottest guys in the land.
Actual unretouched phrases that people plugged into search engines this week that led them to this site (with some commentary from me)…

Tom Hiddleston wins Comic-Con.
It’s just like now that there’s a black man in the White House, racism is over! Or, you know, not…
Loki is not the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, as someone on the Internet seems to think…
How many superheroes spoil the broth? More than six, apparently, at least when Joss Whedon is wrangling them.
Midnight in Paris becomes the butt of its own gentle joke… perhaps the most Woody Allen joke ever, one that wraps up a paralyzing self-awareness in a redemptive self-deprecation to, finally and splendidly, laugh with great good humor at itself.
This movie is supposed to be for boys? It’s for movies like this that women are multi-orgasmic.
I knew it! I knew Kenneth Branagh was a geek. Oh, sure, he got famous for all that snooty Shakespeare stuff, but deep down, he’s mad for comic books and superheroes and all that pulp-fiction stuff. He’s a dork.