Even Khal Drogo had a better sense of humor.

I’d swap Ruffalo with Ewan McGregor — who won me back after I saw Beginners.

Idris Elba!

Now if you could draw out that explanation to take up 20 minutes of screen time, you could be a writer for the Walking Dead.

My idea for a TV show is 45 minutes of a man sitting in a chair reading a book. I don’t want to give everything away, but in the season finale he may even chuckle lightly to himself and/or furrow his brow at one point.

It may not be wise or particularly balanced of me, but I like to imagine the Wire actors’ new roles as ghostly emanations of what their lives would have been like had they not died.

Like, Wallace, if he had lived, would somehow find his way to Texas where he’d be taken under the wing of one Coach Taylor and moulded into a man while struggling through some of the emotional problems of his childhood.

Bodie cleans up his act and joins Fed-Ex, apparently, as a delivery man.

Stringer Bell moves to London, nails the British accent to assume a new identity, and becomes an emotionally volatile detective.

McNulty marries the grandaughter of Charlie Chaplin, travels back in time, and hosts a BBC news hour (OK, this one doesn’t work so well).

It’s funny that Sam could probably just stop all of the town’s problems if he decided to take a trip to the friggin zoo. But, no it’s just too far a drive and gas is like four bucks a gallon nowadays.

Little known fact: the “A” on Captain America’s forehead actually stands for “Adultery.”

I’m wonder, like in season 1, if someone is going to venture deeper than necessary into the woods, at night, unarmed, by themselves, just to urinate — fully knowing that the world has been overrun by zombies for quite some time.

The weird thing is that inclusion of that scene. Why is it there? It’s not a funny or witty exchange. It’s almost like it’s there just to assure us that the filmmakers knows its title comes from a Talking Heads and not an Arcade Fire song. “We’re cool, guys! Honest!”

Ugh. As soon as I saw that guy’s holocaust tattoo, the trailer lost me. First we had movies about the holocaust survivors themselves (great!), then we had movies about how “my grandfather who was always cold and emotionally distant actually turned out to be a holocaust survivor and we really bonded in that knowledge” (not so good!). I feel like we’re really close to movies about “how i once knew a guy who knew a guy who had something to do with the holocaust.”

The holocaust is just script-writing code for instant, emotional gravitas — but what’s even more upsetting, I think, is that if you really want to trade in “instant gravitas” there are about a bazillion other conflicts you can source that haven’t been so codified as to make them obscure (severe-looking german, gnarled arm displaying faded green tattoo) — why not just make this guy’s father Bosnian or something?

Is this “Between Two Ferns” fan fiction? If so, you just blew my mind.