This has been a very, very long week for me, it is late (well, it is for me. I am getting old) and I have a headache. So I am sure I have this wrong and Miracle Day was not a metaphor for the fear of vaginas. Right? For a start, it is a bit
There were four of us in a room, three of us had no idea what was going on; one of us pretended her fingers were Jack’s penis and postulated that the Blessing was a giant testicle severed from Jack and grown to disgusting size. Let’s be honest, that is probably more of an idea than
On the plus side, we didn’t have to deal with the paedophile messiah this week, the less we see of him the better (no offense to the character, but Oswald Danes is at once repugnant and ridiculous as a character concept) and Rhys got his bad-ass moment of the season. On the other side, despite
Dr Juarez, confronted by the reality of the new American health-care system, calls Rex. ‘I’m in,’ she says, determined to fight this ‘Miracle’. It would have been an iconic moment, except Juarez has been in and out so many times that it is like she is playing the hokey-cokey. The fact that it has taken
This week Torchwood introduces the idea of moral ambiguity. Good is bad. Bad is good. Assholes are just misunderstood woobies. Families are everywhere. 4Chan is behind Miracle Day. Rex turned out to have semi-criminal, possibly abusive father who made him cry a singly manly tear. I think I was meant to car, but it really
‘Everywhere I turn, the whole CIA has been poisoned against me,’ Rex (Mekhi Phifer) snarls at Brian Friedkin (Seinfield’s Wayne Knight). To be fair to Friedkin, except for Esther I don’t think anyone in the CIA actually liked Rex all that much anyhow. He really is a git, nasty even to Esther who dragged his
How to describe Falling Skies? It is kind of like V, (the 2009 version, do not diss the original to me) if the aliens hadn’t arrived with an inferiority complex about their appearance/capabilities. Say what you want about the Skitters, starting with the fact they sound like something that happens after you eat bad BBQ,
I am not loving Torchwood. A lot of people are, but it must makes me feel a bit nostalgically sad. Like when you run into someone you used to love and realise that not only do you not love them anymore, but that you wish they would hurry up so you can get on with
