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The ambiguity of it all is at least as frustrating as it is intriguing, but director Brad Anderson whips it into something gorgeously terrifying, creating a sense of menace out of shadow and darkness the likes of which I’m not sure I’ve ever seen on film before.
In light of Wednesday’s cat-versus-Dalek battle, it seems only fair to give dogs their shot at the homicidal tinpots…
Is it any wonder that is always seems to be Jennifer Aniston, America’s It Girl, who gets screwed by spectacularly selfish men who embody this new American ideal of “Do whatever you want, to whomever you want, no matter how evil, no matter how wrong, and you will not only escape punishment, you will be richly rewarded for your antisocial behavior”? Poor Aniston: She is the foreclosure crisis of the modern Hollywood romantic comedy.
I’m really starting to hate Owen Wilson.
For me, Alan Rickman might be at the top of that list…
Gimme Five gets no treat there at the end? I bet someone stepped in a little trick not too much later…
Alina Pete’s webcomic Weregeek contemplates this unlikely scenario…
I no longer have to translate military time in my head. 16:30 is just, you know, 16:30, not 4:30. Neat.
Liam Neeson is in an accident, and all of a sudden his wife January Jones doesn’t know him. I bet she totally wishes she could do that to Don Draper…
Jacki Weaver is one of the Oscar nominees for Best Supporting Actress this year, so it’s about time I caught up with this…
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