Puncture (trailer)
Ah, I see Chris Evans is taking Ben Affleck’s wise advice: You do the safe picture, then you do the art picture.
Ah, I see Chris Evans is taking Ben Affleck’s wise advice: You do the safe picture, then you do the art picture.
Tim Walker at The Independent made me cry yesterday, for reminding me how the movies of my childhood made me fall in love with movies, and for suggesting that such movies may never come again…
It’s pretty fucking clear how Sarah Jessica Parker’s Kate Reddy does it. How she manages to juggle a high-powered career, two demanding moppets, and a marriage: She’s got a buttload of dough.
It seems like the entirety of London is under construction…
Do you get as much enjoyment out of FlickFilosopher.com over the course of a month as you get out of a single can of Coke? If you don’t, then what are you doing here?
If you were worried that tweens watching Pretty Woman at slumber parties meant they were coming to the “it’s so awesome to be a whore” concept too late, you may put your fears to rest.
My brothers and I were forced to play with the kids across the street because they had a Landspeeder, and we didn’t.
Rob Hull of Doncaster has 571 Daleks. Not exactly an invasion force, but impressive, I suppose…
Oh my god. It’s an accidental horror movie. I haven’t laughed so hard at a trailer in ages.
Do they make us feel better about ourselves? Is it just plain and simple purience? Do fans feel “entitled” to see a celeb naked after being teased with legit, posed, nearly naked images of the same celeb over and over again? Something else?