watch it: “Sesame Street: Smell Like A Monster”
What if Grover were an Old Spice man? He would be the monster your man could smell like.
What if Grover were an Old Spice man? He would be the monster your man could smell like.
Plus: Could Wikileaks have stopped 9/11?; PBS isn’t as progressive as we thought; Hugh Jackman on Wolverine 2; more…
Because our consumerism really has gotten out of hand, and we really don’t need a lot of the stuff we’re supposed to want…
“Where there is risk there is also hope.”
I sincerely cannot help but worry, with no snarkiness intended whatsoever, whether Clint Eastwood has gone senile. He is 80, after all. I hope this not the case, of course, and I certainly don’t wish it on the guy, but I can’t imagine what else explains this utterly baffling film.
‘I wanna kill myself,’ Craig tells the triage nurse. ‘Fill this out,’ she tells him boredly, handing him some paperwork. Yet the film steadfastly refuses to go anywhere near cultural criticism of how we now turn ordinary frustrations and disappointments into medical diagnoses…
Friday fun! Here’s a screen capture from a TV show on DVD. Guess the TV show — you don’t need to guess the episode, just the show. And if you assume it’s something I’ve said I’m watching or said I like, you’re not necessarily on the right track.
Benedict Cumberbatch is the sexiest high-functioning sociopath ever, and Martin Freeman is a Watson to be reckoned with. Instead of telegrams and monographs it’s all texts and blogs, but the best way to get around this 21st-century Holmes’ London is still by cab.
…but Richard Armitage as Thorin Oakenshield? I hope they don’t bury that gorgeous face of his under mountains of latex…
…and I thought I might be able to get to it today, but it’s looking now like that’s not gonna happen. Maybe I can squeeze it in next week. Too many movies, not enough time…