Time for the Heroes season finale. Yes, that does mean I'll have to find something else to post about in future (please keep your cheering noises down to a low throb), but I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

( Here are some thoughts about Brave New World (with bonus silly fan art!) )

The penultimate dose of Heroes, and I can already feel the wibblings of withdrawal bubbling in my system. Or maybe that's the Côtes du Rhône I just drank (hic).

( Anyway, here are some thoughts on The Wall... )

Only two more episodes of Heroes left after this one, viewers. So you'll forgive me if I make the moments last while I can.

( Some thoughts of The Art of Deception... )

You know, many shows would have second thoughts about putting the word "fail" in an episode title, but Heroes is the show that either knows no fear, or does know fear but jumps off tall buildings straight into a big steaming pile of it.

( So did Pass/Fail pass or fail? Read on to find out... )

Another week, another dose of Heroes. Despite its title, this episode didn't take the form of a musical based on the songs of The Carpenters, which was a mild disappointment to me.

( Nonetheless, here are some thoughts on Close To You.... )

Those of you who rely on the BBC for your Heroes will probably have noticed that season 4 started tonight on BBC2 (my review of those first two episodes is back here, by the way ( Read more... )

It's time for the Heroes mid-season finale, so no more Heroics until January now. (Keep those sighs of relief down to a low volume, will you?)

Anyway, here are ( some thoughts on The Fifth Stage... )

I hope everyone had a normal boring Thursday: I certainly did. As an article in the Guardian points out, in this country we tend to believe that Thanksgiving is a bit weird and no amount of turkey-centric episodes of Friends can change our minds ( Read more... )

And now a cult TV catch-up bulletin. Yes, I did see the clip of the Doctor Who Christmas special, and my reaction can best be summed up as "Was that it?". Much more entertaining was the Merlin mini-special: straight-faced silliness and a sprinkling of shameless slashiness squeezed into a minute and a half. Who could ask for more? (And if you wish ( Read more... )

Before I examine this week's superheroic soap shenanigans, here's my choice for Picture of the Week: a startlingly sexist ad for Lucozade from 1957. Ladies, is your husband constantly disappointed at your inability to do absolutely bloody everything for him? Then pour a fizzy glass of orange pop and beat him repeatedly over the head with the empty ( Read more... )