We did a quick look round the internet the other day and realised that practically no one is writing anything about Breaking Bad. Way to drop the ball, other websites: it's a pretty big deal, you know! Lucky you've got us around to discuss the face off it. (Spoilers all over the place, obviously.)
I haven't seen Low Winter Sun yet, but if this is anything to go by, it looks like pretty intense stuff. Witness Mark Strong, a tough cop hardened by a life seeing horror after horror on the streets of Detroit, giving a man a wet willie till he coughs up the information he wants. Next week: Mark nicks a guy's He-Man lunchbox and throws it on the roof of the science block to teach him a lesson.
With only eight episodes to go, I have no idea whatsoever how Breaking Bad's going to finish this year, and even less how I'm going to fill the empty shell of a life it'll leave behind for me. Maybe I'll try and recreate key scenes in the shed.
I read a Matthew Weiner interview recently in which he confirmed something I've long suspected: that the end-credits teaser videos for the next episode deliberately tell you nothing whatsoever about what'll be in it. They're basically just to humour the network's demands: collections of random dialogue snippets from which it's impossible to derive any meaning, let alone plot spoilers. I applaud this.
Former Deputy Chairman of the Iraqi Revolutionary Command Council and trusted henchman of Saddam Hussein, Izzat Ibrahim al-Douri, has emerged from hiding after nearly a decade. In his time as a fugitive he is thought to have been running a meth lab in Albuquerque, New Mexico.
Season five of Mad Men was ages ago. With season six starting up tonight, it's fair to say my priorities have shifted a little in the intervening time, and I'll be stone plum buggered if I can remember what went on. And yet it says 'recap' at the top. How did I ...
Awash is the internet with articles called 'Here's what these new cast pictures tell us about Mad Men season six'. Awash. Most of these ignore the fact that they in reality tell us nothing at all about Mad Men season six. This one does not. Ignore it, that is.
Always the way. You get in after a hard day at the office/factory/zombie killing fields, all you want to do is enjoy a nice sit-down, and the bloody phone rings. But who's calling? The Governor? Merle? The ghost of T-Dog?