Wednesday, December 15, 2004

For Pete's sake.

Oh Peter Travers, forever trying to come up with the zingiest of zingers. Times are getting rough as evidenced by this limp blurb found in his Life Aquatic review: "When in doubt, just watch Murray do his Bill dance to the bizarro music in his head. "
I know, lame. Especially when just a few years ago Pete was working overtime and taking the cake for ridonkulous quote-whore-ery. Savor on this Pop Rocks 'n Red Bull bit of film crit (from Pete's Mulholland Dr. review:) "For visionary daring, swooning eroticism and colors that pop like a whore's lip gloss, there's nothing like this baby anywhere."
Hey now. That's more like it. I love when a whore's lip gloss pops and love it even more when it shows up in print.


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