After nearly two months, it’s time to reveal the identity of the murderer of Danny Latimer as Broadchurch reaches it’s stunning first season finale. So who killed the eleven year old boy…and why? Let’s bitch out… There’s a ticking clock Continue reading
It’s backstory week on Broadchurch as the past comes back to haunt both Susan (Pauline Quirke), as well as Hardy (David Tennant). But are we any closer to catching the killer? Let’s bitch it out…
The truth is starting to come out as the suspect list narrows, though there’s shady business aplenty in the sleepy town of Broadchurch. So who’s in the cross-hairs now? Let’s bitch it out…
Episode five of the best drama not named Breaking Bad is bracketed in silent death. This week we open with the silent recreation of murder victim Danny’s last steps by his best friend, Tom (Adam Wilson) and end with a Continue reading
With Mark Latimer (Andrew Buchan) in the clear, the investigation turns up a new suspect, but the man with the underage sex conviction isn’t nearly as suspicious as the woman with the dog. Let’s bitch it out…
So it looks like psychic Steve Connelly (Will Mellor) was right after all. Last week he suggested that Danny’s (an unseen Oskar McNamara) body was put in a boat and this week we discover that the family boat may have Continue reading
We’re into the second week of Broadchurch and it’s clear that the town is hiding a lot more than anyone initially suspected. And while 1×02 suggestively closes on a moment that would have us believe that the killer has been Continue reading
BBC America’s latest import finally makes its way across the pond. Former Doctor Who actor David Tennant (gosh he must hate being described that way) is a troubled detective charged with identifying a child murderer in the small town of Continue reading
August means lots of things to different people: the last month of great weather, the end of the summer movie season, and who could forget National Goat Cheese month (seriously, it’s a real thing in the US!). For the people Continue reading