Go stuff your cheeseburger-saturated obese belly with some bland, greasy Freedom Fries you gun-toting, "God"-fearing gringo…
Go stuff your cheeseburger-saturated obese belly with some bland, greasy Freedom Fries you gun-toting, "God"-fearing gringo…
Pretty impressive praise for her and Moroder in the article. Though after hearing the song it's easily justified.
Malkovitz?
Brian Regan has a funny bit about dogs barking that's in the same vein.
Nah, there are no positive or redeeming qualities in the phrase "Viennese Nazi", nor should you look for any….
With a sprinkling of Catherine Keener…
Are your servos jittery? Is the lubricant in your joints becoming viscous under the pressure? Are you repeating bleeps and bloops in a rhythmic manner? Then you very well may have some funky lines in your programming.
Melonheads!
Apparently that accounts for the movie's lack of funny.
Neither "artist" depicted people in their work.
Anyone?
Yeah, though here's what they're actually thinking:
"Oh no it's that douche who prances around like he's top cock because he finally got a girlfriend but who doesn't know she sleeps with anyone who hits on her let's go sit away from him…."
Red Tent is terrific. Has a novelty-feel to it as it's an Italo-Russian co-production from the late 60's. It's a handsome production. Saw it many years ago and I remember the latter half picking up the pace that the mostly expository first half lacked. Definitely worth seeing.
Say what you will about the guy. But I always assumed that since his band will perpetually be associated with their rivals Oasis then he will benefit from the comparisons. As long as the Gallagher bros stay true to (their)form Mr. Alborn will always look good.
Here, here, Mr. Dunbar. Even though they're dance-floor friendly they have incredibly catchy tunes and the some of the sweetest melodies from the 1990's. A lot of guys especially should not be intimidated and give them a try. There's no shame.
Bukkake Cheerleader, perhaps? We're well into the 2010's, folks.
You must be British
The show is fantastic. Actors seem to be breathing down your neck half the time. John Hurt approaches god-like status in his portrayal of Caligula. He's so intense and just so awesome. The show is anyhow peerless, any debate regarding book v. adaptation is kind of redundant, unless you're really into that kind of…
Death in Venice is exactly the kind of polarizing movie that forces people to either hate or love it. People who hate it will probably say it's amoral and long and boring, while cinephiles herald its romantic depth, attention to the sensitive subject matter and the gorgeous, simply beautiful, extended still shots of…
you sure she was a female?
is it a cookbook by any chance?