Showing posts with label today in b.s.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label today in b.s.. Show all posts
08 April 2009
17 December 2008
Speaking of something that wasn't funny . . .
I'm sorry. I don't want to keep pointing out that emperor doesn't have any clothes on, but Tom Cruizzz's cameo in Tropic Thunder was (outside of his first scene) actually pretty excrutiating.
It's pretty sad this year to see the once unstoppable Jerry Maguire having to embarrass himself by dancing to whatever trashy rap song it was in a rather mediocre Ben Stiller film just to get people to forget how crazy he is and come back onto Letterman and the Today Show with his tail between his legs so people will go see a movie about Germans with American accents trying to assassinate Hitler.
But, really, there's no reason to get self-righteous about the Golden Globes. There were dozens of people who should've made it in over him, but they didn't. The best we can all hope for is that he doesn't win.
It's pretty sad this year to see the once unstoppable Jerry Maguire having to embarrass himself by dancing to whatever trashy rap song it was in a rather mediocre Ben Stiller film just to get people to forget how crazy he is and come back onto Letterman and the Today Show with his tail between his legs so people will go see a movie about Germans with American accents trying to assassinate Hitler.
But, really, there's no reason to get self-righteous about the Golden Globes. There were dozens of people who should've made it in over him, but they didn't. The best we can all hope for is that he doesn't win.
17 November 2008
29 October 2008
14 October 2008
09 October 2008
Yeah, no.
I don't need to see that, Brad. I mean, thanks for donating all that money in support of gay marriage or whatever BUT, really, I don't need to see that.And anyway, do you want your privacy or don't you? Like, go ahead and complain about the paparazzi and tabloids if you want, but don't turn around and sell W magazine pics of your wife lactating.
15 August 2008
And Now For a Non-Film Related Post
"Bullying and intimidation are not acceptable ways to conduct foreign policy in the 21st century."
Interesting . . .
23 March 2008
Want to Know What REALLY Bothers Me?

When the people making movie posters put the wrong name next to the actors' faces.
Since when does Colin Firth look like Uma Thurman?
I mean, really . . . what's the point. They're not listed alphabetically. Why can't they just put the names in the right place?
By the way, this poster is pretty awful. It looks like they dug through the studio photo archive and put them all together on a computer. In fact, that's probably what they did do. That would explain why Jeffrey Dean Morgan's arm is coming from nowhere.
13 December 2007
Hey, Hollywood Foreign Press

No Once? Not even for best song? Are you kidding me? But you have PLENTY of room for Evan Rachel Wood's Lonely Hearts Club Band?
And what's all this The Great Debaters business? I can understand the snub of Into the Wild . . . you obviously just don't want Sean Penn to come to your big party. It's ok, I wouldn't either, but still. It hurts me.

On the bright side, good call on Bryce Dallas Howard. She rocked that movie.
02 December 2007
The Golden Compass boycotters . . .
The pictures grow when you click 'em.

If you look on Facebook, there are SO MANY groups like this. It's hilarious and tragic at the same time. I chose this one, really, because it's clear the person who started it really doesn't know anything about the books outside of a two sentence synopsis they read on the internet somewhere.
My favorite, though, has to be this one:

Read it and you'll figure out why.

If you look on Facebook, there are SO MANY groups like this. It's hilarious and tragic at the same time. I chose this one, really, because it's clear the person who started it really doesn't know anything about the books outside of a two sentence synopsis they read on the internet somewhere.
My favorite, though, has to be this one:

Read it and you'll figure out why.
13 November 2007
Today in Bull Shit

Listen, Nic...can I call you Nic? Listen Nic. I honestly couldn't give a shit if you've had cow fat injected into your lips or whatever. I mean, you have. It's obvious you have, but I'm not one to judge. Hell, Jane Fonda's composition is probably more Mattel than anything else at this point, and she's still as amazing in my eyes as she was in the '70s.
The thing is, though, JUST DON'T LIE ABOUT IT! It just makes me people start scrutinizing. Do you remember when every Gawker, Perez, and 17-year old with a computer was posting before and after shots of Ashlee Simpson's nose? Do you want that? Do you?
Just shut up, dye your hair red again, start a steady diet of solid food and sunlight, and hopefully we can all go back to being good friends.
XOXO RJ
P.S. Congrats on the hot hubbie. Seriously, where does one find a hot Australian country singer who lives in Nashville? I wouldn't believe it existed if I didn't see it in tight jeans and holding a guitar with its strong arms...

You totally beat Maverick.
EDIT: This is NOT the same person.
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