I like this column better when the interviewer isn't obsequiously agreeing with everything the hater is saying.
I like this column better when the interviewer isn't obsequiously agreeing with everything the hater is saying.
Get some snacks before you start reading House of Leaves, you're gonna be there a while.
Currently reading Stephen King's Joyland. Quick, entertaining little read, though I could do without all the made-up carny talk.
@avclub-501c54d131c3b93043a744af0c259c58:disqus I was trying to figure out what it is that I don't like about Dowd's reviews, and I think "not particularly engaging or insightful" is spot-on. Every one of his reviews can be summed up with "Well, I guess it was okay." There's no real enthusiasm there, whereas Rabin &…
Get the fuck out of my cab!
That wasn't a novel, it was an essay collection.
I went to a marathon reading of this last week, with more than 60 of Rakoff's friends and family members reading it from start to finish. For one passage they piped in Rakoff's voice, and it was just devastating to hear how sick and weak he was, and how much it must have meant to him to finish it. By the time the…
I know this is no longer a popular opinion here, but this looks pretty great.
So how many more millions of dollars is Hollywood going to flush down the toilet trying to make Ryan Reynolds happen?
I would also recommend David Rakoff's final book, a short novel written in prose. I went to a marathon reading of it the other night, and it was quite lovely.
Ugh, Class, that was a terrible, terrible movie, and on late night cable every 2 hours or so in the 80s. If I'm not mistaken, I think her character accidentally gets her clothes ripped off, which is keeping with the repulsive tone of the film.
I'm kind of guessing Sustainable Guy doesn't really understand how commercial fashion works. That whole "I don't use things powered by electricity to make my clothes" thing isn't going to pan out well when he's going to be expected to produce a lot of pieces in a short amount of time.
Yeah, I probably am a little. Twitter fame is elusive and baffling to me. I only find Jenny Johnson modestly funny as well. Maybe it's just me, who knows.
I've said it a million times: "American Pie." A pop-rock song whining about the state of pop-rock music. The only song more egregiously up its own ass in that regard is "We Built This City," which was already covered here.
I’m kinda more of a fan of her “duets” if you know what I mean. Wink. Guy code.
Stop. Just…stop. They're not "dirt poor," not anymore. They get thousands of dollars per episode, and Big Mama and Daddy Dipshit or whatever their charming little hick nicknames are don't need it to go into a trust fund. Whatever they were before this show started is incidental, they're now playing parodies of…
That "top pick" designation for Honey Boo Boo is a joke, right? Please?
Fuck yeah, Cool Britannia, I miss that too.
"Heil Hitlerrrrrr!"
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