curated: Donald Trump and Nigel Tufnel, separated at birth?
There’s barely any difference between the two, really…
There’s barely any difference between the two, really…
Should be grim, bitter, and as horrifyingly alluring as Hannibal Lecter. But it’s nothing but a teen-friendly ad for toys, Ts, and other disposable merch.
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An absolutely hilarious mockumentary combination of utter silliness, social satire, pop-culture cramdown, and heartfelt pathos. And vampires.
A bitter dramedy of creative desperation that has something sneakily marvelous to say about what it takes — and what it doesn’t — to be an artist.
Perhaps the least bullshitting, most unostentatious rock doc ever, often as hilarious as This Is Spinal Tap, though with a different aim in mind in the end…
The story is almost beside the point, because Tom Cruise’s nude torso that I could be running my hands all over and because the young kittenish leads in this story cobbled together around awesome 80s hair-band stadium anthems are the weakest part of it.
What my followers on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ saw today…
“Money talks, and bullshit walks.”
Today goes to eleven in all the ways that it can, and so it must be Nigel Tufnel Day. Here are some things you can do to honor Nigel on his day…