Cut, print.
Cut, print.
This movie is a full-fledged fucking celluloid facepalm. Or digital facepalm. Whatever, I don't give a shit.
And a happy early fuck-you friday to you as well!
Eh. This Newswire's kind of a reach in the snark department. Being dismayed at assholes who have no idea how to do what you do bagging on your work is a pretty human reaction, I think. It doesn't read as particularly pampered-actress to me. (And yes, I'm aware that there's maybe the *slightest* tinge of irony to this…
Too bad his name isn't Jizz Butt. Missed it by THAT much!
Pacific Rimjob
Uh, no. Badmotorfinger is an insanely, ridiculously good record from start to finish. So, you're wrong.
Time to obligatory DFW name-check following any reference to cruises: 2 hours. Let's work on getting this time down, OK guys?
It would seem that Supes trashes cities with extreme disregard for the human cost, then. Or with little regard. But not "little disregard." (Tsk.)
Eh. I'm still suffering the depressive aftereffects of "The Rains of Castamere," so whatever.
Needs blood spatter. Or are we supposed to supply that? Confused.
A scene like that, though, makes me think this might be edging into so-bad-it's-a-future-cult-classic-complete-with-audience-call-and-response-and-a-drinking-game territory.
Or cromulent, even
Well, you would know …
You're thinking of "French Kentucky."
That's what she said.
"Holy balls" is really all I can say to all of this, because to be honest, I had no idea that these two actresses were such entertainment royalty (my research commitment only went as far as proving my wife wrong).
My wife and I had a disagreement over their resemblance during the most recent GoT ep; she was convinced Talisa and Maureen were the same person. I had to IMDB the two actresses to burst her bubble.
They do.
Well, it's neither hard nor fast, so … no?