Dear readers, I have an confession to make.

Who, me? Worried?

The British sure do know how to use the whole buffalo.
That is to say, their television comedy scripting is phenomenally tight. There is no part of the script that does not prove vital; comic elements tie in with one another like a magnificent jigsaw puzzle or the infinite gems of Indra’s Net.

It is with some measure of guilt that I confess I count myself among the many who get a large portion of their news from the satirists on Comedy Central.

2007 marks the 10th anniversary of the historic handover of Hong Kong to mainland China.

As someone who was not blessed with cable television in his youth, few things were more treasured than those precious, stolen moments at friends’ houses when I could park myself in their living room and bask in the warm glow of cable television.

For four days we suffered through heat, long lines and a crowd of over 120,000 fans at this year’s Comic-Con International. With beer-bellied Spartan gladiators in leather Speedos and children attached to their leather-clad mothers by chain leashes, this annual convention was not for the queasy or faint of heart.

Virtually a lost treasure of the cinema, the French film “Out 1″ is a tour de force, but its 12-hour-and-40-minute length may be more reminiscent of the Tour de France.

There are few uncharted realms as mystifying as our dreams.

Sitting through “The Ex” is akin to watching a Juilliard-trained dancer in a strip club or an Olympic-medalist figure skater dressed up as Goofy in Disney on Ice. There’s just so much talent going to waste.