It's the second anniversary of the world's greatest spy neatly folding his tactleneck for the last time.
The arbiters of late night are no longer in the business of entertaining audiences, but instead looking for their shoulders to cry on.
I may not know anything about comics or the Marvel universe, but I can easily spot a bitter, angry, insufferable woman.
Showtime fails its second attempt at giving a worthy ending to the horrific, exhilarating exploits of Dexter Morgan.