I have an opinion for you. Here it is:

Iron Man 3 is the laziest, most phoned-in Hollywood dreck in awhile. The script is surely the product of a MacBook ScreenPlayMeNow app, and only the genuinely charming presence of Robert Downey makes watching this claptrap better than shoving bamboo slivers under my fingernails.

Anyway, done with that. Gonna give the American version of House of Cards a chance today, as discussed here:


I hope it doesn't drive me to despair. Nightet.