Big Mommas: Like Father, Like Son (review)
Big Momma is back, the question is: Why? In the name of all that is decent and thoughtful and pleasant, why?
Big Momma is back, the question is: Why? In the name of all that is decent and thoughtful and pleasant, why?
Ah, it’ll be interesting to see how this conservative wet dream of a story plays on the screen, and with audiences…
Most of us — in our real, offscreen, noncinematic lives — do crave love and romance, and would appreciate seeing that reflected onscreen in emotionally realistic ways that actually represent how people approach relationships and romance. Unfortunately, most romantic movies are utterly asinine…
Oh yes: I’ve got my ticket. The BBC ignored my query about a press preview. Or maybe they’re not having a press preview. Either way, I’ll attend on Monday, and report soonest afterward about how totally freakin’ cool it is. Or isn’t.
Or, “Neil Gaiman Explains How Piracy Helped Sell his Books.” Nice to hear someone who gets it.
It’s part of National Doodle Day, in support of Epilepsy Action, which helps people living with epilepsy. You can text to vote for Eccleston’s sketch (or that of any of the many other celebs who contributed), or bid to buy the originals on eBay…
“Laughs and scares in equal measure”! Zero of each is still equal…
After last week’s first two episodes, I was feeling an enormous meh toward the show, but was willing to give it a few more episodes to find itself. After last night’s third episode, I’m still hugely ambivalent…
It’s lovely to sit down in front of the telly for an hour or two of an evening and encounter not one ad warning about four-hour erections, bragging about one annual injection after two starter doses, and entreating you to ask your doctor about once-monthly Primeva.
I blame the High School Musical movies for this. Damn you, Zac Efron, and your electric adorableness. Damn you.