Fiddle Faddle.
- Were the four days of Slate's Movie Club too fleeting for you? The Cinetrix has fixed the problem. She's created the CONVERSATION--wherein she and four other film bloggers tackle the Golden Globes and the year in film and whatevs else. Should be fun. (The 'Trix's intro can be found over m'ya. Oh and while you're at it, read her excellent post on music supervisors over m'ya. It's so lovely that I won't dock her points for worshipping the use of Damien Bleh Rice in Closer. )
- Spencer is back! Let's hope his trip to rehab (for "exhaustion"-- which means coke and whores) only increases the heatt.
- As if Abe couldn't get any gayer, Steven Spielberg announces he's making a biopic of everyone's fave emancipator, starring Liam Neeson, from source material written by (in Josh's words) "Harvard ethics board member and plagarist" Doris Kearns Goodwin. Boo-urns.
- March 27th. Mark it. Brett Ratner's opus, After the Sunset, is out on dvd. It has commentary. Can't wait.
1 Comments:
god, wouldn't it have been great if i had gone to rehab for whores? instead of just coke... and temgesic. and xanax. and percodan. and darvocet. and oxy. and stratera. and rohypnol - which by the way, totally gets a bad rap as some kind of "date-rape drug." pu-leeze. one guy had to go and ruin it for everybody.
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