‘Doctor Who’ thing of the day: Matt Smith and Karen Gillan sing “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas”
They do not, it must be said, sing it very well. But it’s amusing anyway…
They do not, it must be said, sing it very well. But it’s amusing anyway…
I bet Morgan Freeman would be awesome as Scrooge…
I fight it rather disturbing to think about E.T. masquerading as Santa. I also wonder if a being from a culture that has mastered intersteller travel would find the Atari 2600 game system rather primitive.
In anticipation of my flying out of New York and returning who-knows-when, I invite any and all to join me for drinks and generally revelry somewhere in Manhattan on Saturday, January 15.
You know who Roger Corman is. He made a slew of cheapo exploitation flicks in the era before inexpensive camcorders and online DVD sales made that somewhat less impossible than it is today. He virtually invented the American independent cinema scene.
What is it about Christmas and Daleks? Is there some Yuletide connection with Skaro that I’ve missed all these years? What on Earth — or beyond — would inspire this?
It mystifies me as I try to fathom just what the hell an actor with the stature of Robert DeNiro is doing in a movie that finds the height of its humor in a child’s projectile vomiting and four-hour boners.
Nice to see a story about a fantasy mythology that isn’t drawing on the Anglo-Saxon well that is running dry…
I’m talking real, down-to-earth, honest-to-awfulness, worst movie you’ve ever seen. Not the movie that’s so bad it’s great. Not a guilty pleasure you acknowledge is terrible but you have a sneaking fondness for anyway. Nope: I want you to dredge up the most excruciating memory of a movie-watching experience you can manage without blowing out a cranial artery.
People are demented.