Regis Philbin in Times Square is talking via phone to a photo of Donald Trump. It isn’t the dullest conversation in the world, but it is flat and ordinary. A little bit ago the Reege was talking to new “singing sensation” Tyler Hilton. Then they played a teensy bit of his song and I changed […]
Remember the days (or rather, reading about the days) when European leaders would commemorate their new reigns by commissioning artists to do flattering portraits and sculptures? Napoleon may have been a tyrant, but at least he didn’t ask Jacques-Louis David to do a mural of himself and Josephine getting it on in the Hall of […]
Well, I’m glad that Kathy Shaidle seems to understand what this person is going on about, because I have no idea. Apropos of nothing, I knew a woman who as a small child was deathly afraid of the sound of the bells in the soundtrack to Peyton Place, so there you go. (Full disclosure: I […]
This has got to be the most pretentious movie freak website ever. Even more hilarious than the “if you don’t like Brokeback Mountain you hate homos!” stuff is the embarrassing fawning over black actors, for example:
Do today’s African-American actors radiate a graver, weightier aura…a stronger sense of manly conviction than white actors these days? Do […]
The wandering Australian has been detected in Los Angeles, being interviewed on the radio:
The classic was when the interviewer asked Mr Blair what he thought of his understanding that if the yanks didn’t have the 2 term rule, Clinton rather than Bush would have still been President and 9/11 would thus not have happened. […]
I never came up with plots involving wrapping Roy Orbison in Saran. Behold:
Roy Orbison walks inside my house and sits down on my couch. We talk urbanely of various issues of the day. Presently I say, ‘Perhaps you would like to see my cling-film?’
‘By all means.’ I cannot see his eyes through his trademark dark […]
Is it just me, or is the current trend in ad campaigns epitomized by such things as the apparently Man Show-inspired Abercrombie and Fitch line of juvenile girl-bashing t-shirts, and the Las Vegas promotionals advertising Sin City as, well, a place where you not only can but should sin, aimed not so much at attracting […]
Two illustrations of the degrading, prolonged death of Progressive Liberalism: all that’s left is dependency and insanity. (Via Kathy Shaidle.)
“That ain’t the way to have fun, son”
(Via Amy Welborn.)
Courtesy of Australia’s Green Left Weekly! Sample:
I can’t breathe tonight,
I haven’t any power that can help me tonight,
my legs are shivering,
my breath is panting,
my tears run away
As will your audience, vomiting and screaming in pain!
(Via Tex.)
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