Writing about the new A&E show The Cleaner and TNT’s Saving Grace, Salon’s Heather Havrilesky tells us where to find God. (Hint: It’s foamy and delicious, and some “friends” have suggested we drink too much of it.) We tell Heather: Marry us already, will you?
Giant carnivorous plants ready to devour naked people with missing genitalia. A psychedelic nightmare? Close enough: Of Montreal’s new album cover.
He may be no Dark Knight, but Hellboy drinks Tecate and that, my friends, makes him our favorite superhero. Guillermo del Toro’s second take on the Mike Mignola comic-book series was box-office gold this weekend with a $35.9 million gross.
For X-Files fanatics, the truth is no longer out there but here. Like, right-in-your-face here: Both the New York Times and the Los Angeles Times had articles on I Want to Believe, the second film based on the successful sci-fi TV show. For everyone else, the truth about The X-Files is . . . who cares anymore?
Jacques Nolot—French writer, actor, director, admired by François Ozon, bedded by Roland Barthes. You bet your second-order signifier we’re envious.
Twilight: The best-selling vampire series we knew nothing about. Books? What are these fancy creatures you speak of.
In other vampire-related news: Reason number 3,675 why we love Joss Whedon: “I have a life-sized Sean Maher made of human flesh that keeps screaming that it’s the real Sean Maher and I should unchain it. Amazing technology!”