Combined with his lawyer's tepid response, this bodes poorly for Bolling — to which, hurray! May he be consigned to years and years of disgrace, unemployment and civil suits without a book-deal to tide him over.
Combined with his lawyer's tepid response, this bodes poorly for Bolling — to which, hurray! May he be consigned to years and years of disgrace, unemployment and civil suits without a book-deal to tide him over.
Oh, dear gawd, why did you have to put that image in my head?!?!? Fie upon thee, fie!
I haven't been feeling this season much, but this was one of the better episodes and I particularly liked how they used the diplomat android to do all of the necessary exposition without making it feel like an exposition dump. (It was, and a bloody huge one, but I credit the actor and director for handling it well.)…
Yeah. Alas, the gag doesn't work without the 'massacre' reference, but 'massacre' just didn't want to bend to present purposes. Oh well…. :)
Of tiny, tiny cock.
Except before it used to refer to Uwe Boll and making entirely unwatchable movies.
Maybe they need a convention where they can all gather together and be amongst one another to, you know, make friends and exchange ideas and formulate bonds which will last a lifetime. Then, a street-urchin can lead a furious Tucker Carlson on a goose-chase into the bowels of the convention hall where he watch…
We must never forget the Bolling Peen Mass-DIcker,
Odd how Bran's pose in that top still could be captioned with "Hey there, big boy…."
Mercifully, I know not of this. I learned looooong ago to avoid anything Sinbad-related.
And, of course, dad will learn that he businesses too much while hearing Cat Stevens singing "Cats In The Cradle" for the umpteen-billionth time.
True. But especially after The Equalizer, I came to really like him and just wish he'd had more of a chance to break out being Johnny.
I just wish he'd had more work, but it seems he got pigeon-holed in that 80s villainous-Aryan-fratboy sort of thing. Except for the fratboy part, Tom Felton seems to be having the same problem now.
And, increasingly in the first film, the Real Bad Guy is Martin Kove's character, Kreese, as Johnny begins to have doubts about doing as his sensei tells him.
Last I saw, Zabka was still pretty young looking, too. (And Elisabeth Shue, for that matter.)
Curiously, this is announced the day after the airing of Macchio's Whose Line appearance — wherein, frankly, despite appearing in three games, he may as well not have even been there. He tried, but that's about it. /sigh
Suuuure, don't mention the recent mini-interview with Mr Lear by the AVC's Random Roles savant, Will Harris….
Nah, Guinness had *tons* of other stuff which were exceptionally famous: The Bridge on the River Kwai, Lawrence of Arabia, Doctor Zhivago, Oliver Twist, to say nothing of his hugely popular Ealing comedies (The Ladykillers, Kind Hearts and Coronets, The Man In The White Suit, The Lavender Hill Mob) and his turns as…
I remember his Churchill quite well. In many ways, I still judge other Winnie performances against his.
Somewhere, I have the tapes of Hardy reading Pierre Boulle's The Bridge On The River Kwai. They have to be from 25 or even 30 years ago. Worth seeking out, maybe, as it's probably a rarity now.