question of the day: What would be the best Christmas present Hollywood could give movie fans?
My request: An across-the-board, industrywide contractual obligation that if a movie isn’t awesome, it doesn’t get released.
My request: An across-the-board, industrywide contractual obligation that if a movie isn’t awesome, it doesn’t get released.
There’s more genuine emotion in Yogi’s and Boo Boo’s faces here, in this three-minute parody, than I imagine is in all of the actual film, which I have excused myself from seeing in order to save my sanity.
Plus, tons more on Wikileaks, including Julian Assange’s manifesto…
You remember Gamera — you saw him once in a while on MST3K. He’s the cheap knockoff Godzilla, a giant nukular mutantized prehistoric turtle who started out, in the early 1960s, as a monster who destroys cities but rapidly morphed into a defender of Japan and a friend to children.
RIP Blake Edwards (1922–2010).
There is, after all, that tradition of cross-stitch being used to put forth inspirational religious aphorisms. I approve of this perversion of that.
Christmastime is typically associated with snow, but it isn’t always in the forecast in many places that celebrate the holiday…
“Wish in one hand, shit in the other. See which one fills up first.”
The graphics are fun, the music is great, and there’s even lots of silly dialogue between the running away from Cybermen and Daleks…
I’d really like to give writer-director James L. Brooks the benefit of the doubt here, because I think — as I usually don’t about asinine romantic comedies — that he means well. He simply doesn’t seem to realize that pathologically messed up characters are neither cute nor charming.