It’s tempting to blow Shutter Island off with a “there’s no there there,” but there’s a there. It takes the script about an hour too long to arrive at, is the issue, and the story …

Sars: Bachello again.
Miss Alli: Bachello!
Sars: I’d just like to say right up front here that I kind of got a little for-real crush on Brad when he called that marshmallow “little buddy.”
Alli: I was watching …

William James, the Harvard philosopher, wrote a letter to the Boston Transcript about “the cold pot of grease of McKinley’s cant at the recent Boston banquet” and said the Philippine operation “reeked of the infernal …

The entire purpose of your flimsy-looking contraption is to strengthen the abdominals. AbdomiNals. Not one of the artistes responsible for either the ’80s-vintage illustrative graphics or the pornishly loving footage of the positively ropey-looking “after” …

You’re not an asshole, Mark. You’re just trying so HARD to be.
That presumed attempt to make Mark Zuckerberg marginally more likable to the audience is one of the few feet Aaron Sorkin’s The Social Network …

In this week’s episode of Bradelor! DUN!, Miss Alli and I almost accidentally co-watched the second hour on a weird intra-IM time delay, and Alli impressively kept secret from me a final rose ceremony that, …

Howard Zinn edges Shannen Doherty at the last moment — how many times to do you get to write that sentence — to make A People’s History of the United States our 7th read-along book. …

Discovered after the war, the unfinished work, with no soundtrack, quickly became a resource for historians seeking an authentic record, despite its elaborate propagandistic construction. The later discovery of a long-missing reel complicated earlier readings, …

To date, I’ve only seen one season of The Bachelor — the one I recapped for TWoP, which happened to feature Brad Womack and his “horrible” “rejection” of two women he barely knew and did …

I have a mildly antagonistic relationship with my BlackBerry — I name all the significant inanimate objects in my life; this one’s called “the Dingle,” so there you go — but I admit that I …