Contains Spoilers ***** Last week the Twittersphere erupted in a single collective yowl of shock and disbelief. The cause - the penultimate episode in series three of Game of Thrones.
The growing interest in American TV as a substitute for our own is not simply an idiosyncrasy, it signifies of Britain's failure to keep pace with the cultural market. The relative incompetence of home-produced programming becomes apparent in the context of the global marketplace - beyond the iPlayer horizon, Britain is punching well above its weight.
The way it works is that you'd still have the same amount of hours in a week as you do now (168) but only six days in a week. So we could get rid of Monday altogether. Which is fine, because Mondays are stupid. Only The Bangles would be upset about losing Mondays, and they've already made their money
This week's Game of Thrones was an important one, with a scene unexpected enough to make viewers spill their coffee, their tears or other bodily fluids. If you haven't seen it, check it out as soon as you can. Preferably before reading anything else, speaking to anyone else, logging on to Twitter or even thinking too much about this post.
What does the budget mean to me? Me personally? It means nothing. Absolutely nothing. After looking through every different list in the media of 'wha...
My first memory of the television is extremely vague. The year is 1994 or maybe 1995. My mother is watching The X-Files. I am hiding behind the sofa. There's a corpse, there are cockroaches, and I am terrified.
With the internet threatening to alter the fundamental act of distribution that has laid dormant since the advent of home video, it requires a glance all the way back to the late 1960s to find a time when Hollywood's tried and tested means of dominating the film business was so similarly threatened.
There's no maternity leave in comedy. Well, there is, but the fear is it could be indefinite, and it's most certainly unpaid. The majority of industry people have been great, but I have had the occasional 'Oh, you're pregnant? OK bye, loser!' moments.
Die-hard book fans will be squirming at the sight of Theon Greyjoy, who doesn't even appear until much later in the books. The sheer amount of activity going on in this episode felt like a visual binge of narratives and characters. I was too scared to take my eyes off the TV screen in fear of missing something important.
There will be moments when the struggle to keep up with the myriad plotlines threatens to capsize your mind. In such instances, don't panic. Take a deep breath, live in the moment and let the chaos flow beneath you.
Utopia was undoubtedly a show created with the best intentions, and despite the critiques I've just listed, it still rests high above the majority of the trash on TV in the quality stakes. When the plot was finally revealed, the show took a sharp turn for the better, it's just a shame this was only in the last two episodes.
Has there ever been a more fundamentally loathsome character on television than Joffrey Baratheon? The wretched boy-King from Game Of Thrones generally makes only fleeting appearances, but each time is more vile and detestable than the last, and when his uppance comes (and it surely will) it will be so very sweet.
Bobbie has been my first Bloodhound, and what a special dog she has been. We all know that our dogs are likely to go before we do, but it really doesn't make it any easier when it happens.
For the last year, British director Marcus Markou has been filming his self-penned feature Papadopoulos & Sons.
If we are to believe Tolstoy, happy families are all alike, while every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. This is certainly true of the famil...
For years outraged adults have rallied in the cry against sex and violence on TV, lambasting that the corruption of youth runs solely from the all-enc...