Slumdog is truly a symptom of this for me — I saw with such inflated expectations that when it turned out to be a slight little film of no particular heft, I left the theater disappointed and irritated it went on to win BP. But looking back, it's a perfectly fine movie, minor Boyle, and not any worse than, say,…

I got the shock of my life last year when I came across an article about how she is still writing the damn series! The last one was published in March 2011; I bet Ayla is sexing it up 23 hours/day, heh.

psssh. All smart girls knew that the best smut was in those Jean Auel pre-historic Mammoth Clan of the Cave Bears in the Valley of the Horses books. I think I read like half of one whole book before I realized I could just start skimming for the awesome/awful sex scenes.

Nope, San Francisco. We don't have as many surgically enhanced ladies as L.A. I'm actually really curious as to who exactly will show up to see her.

My sister, after listening to the lyrics of "Video Game," came straight out: doesn't she (or her marketing team) know that the demographic you pander to if you wanna shoot to pop stardom is that of teenage girls? Her whole image and packaging are directed to menfolk.

Sadly, I too have contemplated Fassy's dick a few times myself (probably not as much as the Academy, pervs), but he was accused of domestic violence by a romantic partner, so out he goes from my spank bank.

Saw it today. Did not like it much at all, I'm afraid. Liked the action scenes, Carano carries herself well and I wanted to like it, but it's become increasingly clear to me that Soderbergh as an artist is no longer interested in things like: storytelling, emotion, character. Much preferred last year's Contagion, to…

I personally couldn't stand Knocked Up because the thought of Seth Rogen putting his hands on Heigl gave me the dry heaves. It was like monkey/human copulation.

I sometimes feel a little bit sorry for the celebs caught in the limelight, because I'm temperamentally unsuited for notoriety. I would rather die than be famous.

Yeah, just in my experience, guys are terrible at it and mostly uninterested while most of the women I know are fascinated about the lives of others.

Er, the dump is about the human body. The watching of the video is definitely human nature.

John Semley THANK YOU. Nothing is as irritating to me than the deification of artists who make trash movies with hollow pretensions of artistic relevance. Pauline Kael had a great essay that touches this theme, "Trash, Art and the Movies," and how there's nothing wrong with really enjoyable trash art that KNOWS it's…

This makes me roll my eyes because dudes never get the beauty of gossip. I'm fascinated by gossip — about celebrities, dead writers, my friends and social acquaintances — because at base it's all about human nature. And a fascination with human nature, in all its ugly and sublime intricacies, is why I read novels,…

This strategy didn't work for SNAKES ON A PLANE though.

Is Sam Worthington a movie star? I, and American society, can't tell.

Dikachu, here is a relevant (and awesome) poem, just for you & this thread:

Re-watched the first 3 episodes of Dollhouse out of curiosity to see how it would hold up, and I got sucked back into that screwy world. Just seeing Topher before he got massively fucked over was good. It's not a bad little show.

I enjoyed Salt for that one scene involving: Angelina Jolie, handcuffs, leaping off the balcony, killing that other Russian spy triple-crosser. I admit to laughing in delight.

Are you talking about the Jack Clayton-directed, based on a Henry James novella The Innocents? Because that is a great little movie; I saw it randomly as a kid on my local PBS station and was completely creeped out. It's the best ghost movie ever.

Double Indemnity is indeed amazing. I'm not the hugest Wilder fan, but that is his flat-out masterpiece and it doesn't hurt that it stars one of my favorite actors, Stanwyck.