Headhunters (Hodejegerne) (review)
Crazy-funny, a hilarious satire on male inadequacy disguised as an outrageously violent crime thriller. Not at all for the squeamish, and just so wrong that it ends up just so right.
Crazy-funny, a hilarious satire on male inadequacy disguised as an outrageously violent crime thriller. Not at all for the squeamish, and just so wrong that it ends up just so right.
If you find yourself humming the cheery ditty “VD Is for Everybody,” don’t blame me. Blame VD: everybody’s catching it!
Where is the best part of the body for a TARDIS tattoo, I wonder…?
Nicholas Sparks, I hate you, and I hate your ass-face books, and I hate the ass-face movies they get turned into.
I just don’t get it. Do people feel like they’ve actually seen a celebrity in person if they stand near a waxwork replica?
Obviously I had an epiphany about empty tube cars and the meaning of life, but it eludes me now.
What my followers on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ saw today…
This isn’t just a poignant little film about a homeless man and the boy who befriends him: it’s a fundraiser for homeless causes in the U.K.
If you’re not relaxed after this, you’ve got some serious stress issues…
Color me intrigued. Time travel, hints of romance, and soup. What’s not to love?