celeb news of the week: Tilda Swinton didn’t know about Oscars
Oh, God, she’s too adorable for words. Or too totally full of shit.
Oh, God, she’s too adorable for words. Or too totally full of shit.
Who’s smelling Oscar? Let’s just give it to Meryl Streep now.
I’ll help you write it, Mr. Guest. Or I’ll just stand aside in gape in awe as you work. Pretty please?
Perhaps the best thing about the MTV Movie Awards is its cheeky categories: Best Kiss, Best Fight, Best Villain. The Oscars could use a few fun categories to enliven its broadcast each year…
Brent Lang at TheWrap asks this ludicrous question. In a word, No. In another word, Bwahahahahahaha. Your Highness is just plain awful. So why ask the question at all?
On Friday I posted an April Fool’s QOTD in which I suggested that Michael Bay was about to begin production on a ten-part 3D miniseries version of Neil Gaimain’s novel American Gods. As it turns out, I was unwittingly echoing Gaiman, who only a week earlier had announced that, indeed, a movie based on the book is in the works…
See what happens to women when they do silly things like live on their own? They get raped and murdered and stuff.
Plus: too many depressing links about the Charlie Sheen feeding frenzy…
Have you heard? That dirty dirty slut Natalie Portman has done a bad thing. No, not have sex — though she did do that bad thing, the nasty whore — but parade around at the Oscars looking beautiful and happy even though her belly is swollen with a bastard child. How dare she!
William Skidelsky in The Observer recently went off on a rant that has the definite whiff of Emily Litella about it: “It’s time to stop this obsession with works of art based on real events,” insists his headline. For some reason this makes me believe he must be misunderstanding some other problem…