
London photo of the day: the LFF press assembles…
…not quite predawn this morning (though it felt like it) for the London Film Festival press screening of Gravity.

…not quite predawn this morning (though it felt like it) for the London Film Festival press screening of Gravity.
My brain is fried. I am indescribably exhausted.

It’s made of “heavy duty cardboard.” You could almost buy a fridge for the same price and get a free fridge at the same time. Though you would also have to buy some blue paint, too.

This is what The Expendables hath wrought. Now we’ve got 70-year-old guys thinking they’re plausible as the toughest alpha-male badasses among the worst guys on the planet.

Somebody made an escape and is off seeing the sights.

The only person known to have escaped from a North Korean re-education camp reveals some 1984-level shit, except it’s worse, because it’s not fiction…

Or should that be “death-size”?

These kids today, with their blood feuds and their dueling and their all-night masquerade balls.

Skaters respond to an announcement of what the new skatespace could look like.

Confirmation, and a photo!