There's been a dust-up over the historical accuracy of Selma, too. But I'm not saying this is as worthy a project as Selma, just that the way this article begins is silly.
There's been a dust-up over the historical accuracy of Selma, too. But I'm not saying this is as worthy a project as Selma, just that the way this article begins is silly.
Now that 12 Years A Slave has won Best Picture and Selma has given us a stirring portrait of Martin Luther King, Jr., Hollywood can finally get back to making historical dramas about the underrepresented white man.
I'm trying to figure out which celebrity couple would get into the most trouble with that naming strategy.
As shown in the Franco-Italian documentary Willow, or the 120 Days of Solemn.
That wasn't Will Smith in Willow—you're thinking of Warwick Davis.
The Man With No Name returns in A Mouthful of Fists.
I thought the final season was going to involve Walt being the villain, with some combination of Jesse/Hank/Skyler as his adversaries. Obviously that was part of what was going on, but the Nazis were very clearly both worse than Walt from a moral standpoint and the "bad guys" from a plot standpoint. The ending I was…
Someone's uploaded the full games to YouTube, and I was re-watching some of them last week and this week. It's fun to see how good both of those teams really were, and how physical the games were. And, as a Bulls fan from back in the day, with a couple decades of distance I can appreciate the Knicks a little bit…
THE SECOND TREATISE
"STILT-MAN WILL RISE!"
I thought it was a Game of Thrones spinoff. Stephen Dillane is King Stannis Baratheon in Stannistan! How can this uptight dad run a kingdom when he can't even figure out his own wacky family? With Julia Louis-Dreyfus as Queen Selyse Baratheon, Anna Faris as Melisandre, and Angus T. Jones as Jon Snow!
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You need fresher material, buddy.
It's not polite to call a woman that.
Hey, man, it's not as clumsy or random as a blaster!
Where are my gherkins???
If I ever saw Eddie Murphy on the street I'd probably yell, "Looking good, Billy Ray!"
"And that's how I met your mother!"
Vampirism. Um . . . or so I'm told.