I thought the pilot did enough to stave off labels of Crash the TV series. Not this week. I gave the episode a C.
I thought the pilot did enough to stave off labels of Crash the TV series. Not this week. I gave the episode a C.
OK, I found the song from the end credits. The Angry River by The Hat, Father John Misty, and S.I. Istwa.
Can anyone tell me what the song playing during the end credits was? I'm looking to download it.
I SEE PRIDE
Nyima Funk auditioned and she didn't make it.
There are a lot of words to describe Uganda. Incredible is not one of them. Unless you find a couple acres of wildlife surrounded miles and miles of poverty and squalor "incredible".
You say several funny black females, but I see Debra Wilson and Kim Wayans.
One of youse even turned on a hose…ON A BLACK LADY! Know your history!
If Asian = Middle East, then yeah. (Nasim)
So what does Harrison have to do to get his own storyline?
"I'm considering it. I'm interested. I agree to participate."
All rock-related awards on this year's VMAs were pushed to the pre-show ceremony. That used to be hip-hop 25 years ago. I think that's a pretty good indicator of what the music industry thinks of rock nowadays.
1. Taylor Swift is a terrible singer. Good songwriter, but a terrible singer.
Ike Turner, though Ike would be a TMZ goldmine if he was beating Tina in today's world.
If rappers are the new rock stars, which they are because rock hasn't been a sizable mainstream presence in over a decade, who is bigger than Kanye?
When I'm listening to Blood on the Leaves, I don't think about how much of an egomaniac Kanye is. I think about how fucking good Yeezus is, and whether or not the traffic on I-76 could move any slower.
It isn't so much the infantilizing as it is Kimmel treating Kanye as if he's out of touch with reality.
I'll be OK with the "Winston's crazy" angle if Winston actually ends up in a mental institution and the gang has to save him. Until then it's just a lazy way to keep Lamorne Morris busy since they can't find a plotline for him.
More Chelsea Peretti singing, please.
Or, you can be stuck in June like me and bump Yeezus on the regular.