The McRib is back for a limited time only at McDonald’s. And Tara and Michael are wondering “Good Golly … why??”
It was a night of extremes. Meredith appeared to be ‘okay,’ on the outside at least, while Cristina was not. Arizona felt like she was embarking on a great adventure, Callie, not so much.
This brutal and taut episode about the violent attack of Charlotte King contained surprises, as she refused to reveal the whole, horrific truth about her assault.
Talk about racy — how about Trump asking David if he was gay, or Brandy saying she preferred older men, hinting that Trump might stand a chance with her? I’d say that’s a lot worse than a woman in a men’s dress shirt.
Syfy has their US version of the BBC series ‘Being Human’ coming sometime next January, and I can’t stop wondering why they — Syfy and BBC — think this is a good idea.
Jon Hamm is better than you. Case in point: he can even make saying “what” over and over again seem riveting.
Why did Pam and Jim feel as if they couldn’t set the record straight about their private reception? Would they have been worse off uninviting — but not starving — the majority of the parishioners?
In spite of a case that delights, Booth’s new girlfriend? Majorly detracts from this episode.
Abed once again proves that he’s better at everything than everyone else, and Matt Walsh teaches us an important lesson for the next time we have to explain away a giant swastika tattoo: tell people it’s going to be a maze!
There are tens of thousands of people trapped in amber in the alternate universe. Turns out they’re alive. This very thought lends itself to the ultimate framework of Fringe.
