Twin Peaks is back, and it’s exactly as unlike it used to be as it ever was.
We’ve waited twenty-five years, Lynch, just like you asked us to. What’s next?
Whooooo are you? Who-who? Who-who?
What you already know about Scientology, explained, by Alex Gibney and HBO.
And so ends the worst series of the modern Doctor Who. What in the name of ood went wrong?
What else needs to be said?
Let’s get small.
In which the series 8 opener is found to be, sad to say, all too reminiscent of the mess that was series 7, despite the appearance of a promising new Doctor.
David Chase, never left alone since he blacked out The Sopranos, says something, says something else, and is for the most part completely misunderstood.
“She could have been eaten by a whale? Or punched out by Kid McCoy?”
Nothing an injection of medicinal cocaine can’t fix.
And the fool replied, “I don’t know. I only knew that you were thirsty.”
A master director makes a brilliant TV show. And I’m not talking about Soderbergh and The Knick.
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