no shit. that was about the jest of the Elizabeth Moss article also currently up. I don't care how great a movie is (and it's not even that great to begin with), it doesn't excuse raping a child. or maybe it does in Hollywood.
no shit. that was about the jest of the Elizabeth Moss article also currently up. I don't care how great a movie is (and it's not even that great to begin with), it doesn't excuse raping a child. or maybe it does in Hollywood.
She wears short skirts and I wear sneakers?
maybe old Charlie Manson will finally get his shot at Polanski after all
these spam bots are seriously lacking in their pitch these days, what ever happened to the promise of a McLaren? or multiple Hyundais for that matter?
hey, his butt is for sitting not for kissing.
when was Hank not worn out? I blame Bobby, Khan, and Dale and their combined sum of bullshit more for wearing down Hank than I do Buck.
then shall we kiss or would that be too formal?
I agree. I can't tell you how many times I have put the needle down on The Plastic Ono band and blared that record loud enough to shake the walls. I love John Lennons music but at the same time, as a human being, it seems (since I never met him personally) he was a deeply disturbed piece of shit that needed way more…
I wish I had noticed your comment before making my own but I could not agree more.
then you greatly misinterpreted it. I myself enjoy the film Chinatown. I also think Polanski belongs in prison.
I'm sorry but the attitude of this article, specifically them scapegoating their cinematographer to essentially voice what is most likely their opinion as well, that Polanski's behavior should just be excused because "most famous people are pieces of shit, ob-la-di-ob-la-da" is just fucking gross. The fervor over Bill…
it's on iTunes. the Canadian indie label Endearing released it back in 2000.
lighten up Francis. what would a Roman Polanski mention be without the obligatory, snarky "he's a pedophile" comment?
you Mads bro?
Ha! "bump", get it?
I will always love this man for the shear amount of jazz sax on Kaputt. It's still to this day one of the few albums I can listen to in its entirety and not once be bored. It's so fucking sad albums like Kaputt aren't more well known. Five Spanish Songs is equally incredible.
I wonder if they also admire his work with underage girls in Jack Nicholson's hot tub.
Buck Strickland because the only woman worth pimping is sweet lady propane.
Hank Scorpio
Caeser: The College Years starring Bob Golic as Ceasar's overly-involved dorm advisor, Gaius Cassius Longinus.