I Don't Care About The Little Guy.

British Crime Stories Tend To Be Very Internal, Psychological, Claustrophobic, Very Limited In Terms Of Geography.

They Found Out About Him In July And Stayed Angry All Through August. They Tried To Kill Him In September. It Was Way Too Soon. They Weren't Ready. The Attempt Was A Failure. It Could Have Been A Disaster, But It Was Actually A Miracle. Because Nobody Noticed.

I'm Opposed To Censorship Of Any Kind, Especially By Government. But It's Plain Common Sense That Producers Should Target Their Product With Some Kind Of Sensitivity.

I Just Felt From Personal Observation That There Is Nothing More Dislocated Or Alienated Than A Lifelong Military Person Trying To Cope In Civilian Life. It's Like Two Completely Separate Planets.

Lone Women Shouldn't Stop In The Middle Of Nowhere For Giant Unkempt Strangers With Duct Tape On Their Faces.