I’m not a caveman and have TiVo to eliminate commercials, thus I’d never seen Todd’s latest commercial. So happy to have a new nickname for him.
Monthly Archives: August 2008
Double Stiller Day: Do Not Attempt
(via iPhone) So yesterday I ended up by mistake seeing two Ben Stiller movies. His remake of The Heartbreak Kid was on cable and I got sucked in. And then I went to see Tropic Thunder. Both of these were experienced alone, half out of shame and half out of happenstance. While any Stiller is too much on most days, two Stillers is unbearable. Continue reading Double Stiller Day: Do Not Attempt
Review – Pineapple Express (2008)
McConaughey To Plant Son’s Placenta In Orchard
NEW YORK – Matthew McConaughey says the birth of his son will help bring a little joy to others in the world someday. The actor kept the placenta from the July birth of his son and plans to plant it in an orchard, he tells CNN’s “House Call with Dr. Sanjay Gupta” in interview scheduled to air in two parts Aug. 9 and Aug 16.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080808/ap_on_en_mo/people_matthew_mcconaughey
Really, does anything else need to be said?
Well, That’s The Most Infuriating Thing I’ve Read In A Long Time
“”Hostel” director Eli Roth is on deck to play a baseball bat-swinging Nazi hunter in “Inglorious Bastards,” the Quentin Tarantino-directed drama that begins production this fall in Europe for the Weinstein Co. and Universal Pictures.”
I guess one way to shield yourself from charges of being a douchebag attention-whore director who has no fucking business acting is to preemptively cast another douchebag attention-whore director who has no fucking business acting.
The X-Files: I Just Want to Leave (A love letter for Marissa)
Dearest, purest Marissa,
You can do a lot better love letter-wise than nonsense promises made by Steve Falk at the end of commentaries that he couldn’t stand doing even though they’re completely his own damn fault, but here goes. (And this is the last one I’m doing, anyone else who insists on sending angry demands, sitting through the Bratz commentary in its entirety is really your fault, not mine. And I’m tired of writing love letters. I know this is only my second one, but don’t you understand? I’m so very tired.) I figure since you are such a Pigs fan, Marissa, and clearly the same kind of movie junkie that we are, the best kind of sweet nothings I can whisper in your innocent ears are warnings about lame movies you may not have yet seen. (If you have, well, again not my fault.) Continue reading The X-Files: I Just Want to Leave (A love letter for Marissa)