Ditto. The Iggy hate is always a sure fire occasion to bring us all together in an ill-disguised celebration of self- hate. Fuck that. She’s just a B level singer, but note all of the panties in a twist.

Truth. EVERYTHING in this world is borrowed or “stolen” (if one must). By its very definition, art is never truly “original.” It cannot be created in a vacumme. If it were it would be incomprehensible

Seriously, I couldn’t hate this. If I heard it on the radio, my foot would be keeping the beat. Personally, I’m tired of the push to hate on performers for this appropriatin’ reason. So, if I’m a bleached white Wonderbread female, I should stay in my Wonderbread aisle? If I stick to Wonderbread lyrics like Sarah…

Pitt must be severely strapped for cash or just his usual imbecile self to sign on with this. Fleonardo? He likely figures that even (or especially) given the subject matter, theatre seats will be filled because he will give “the performance of a lifetime” portraying a man FUBAR.

Crowe has always been a swine.

“Is it truly worth it.”

No way Trump penned those tweets.

Barf Bag has become a respected blog spot.

I have never understood why some celebrities have chosen to grow grapes and start a winery. Surely there isn’t much profit. Wiki tells me that he still resides in the Northeast. These Famous People need to go west and FREAKIN’ GROW WEED if they want to score some cash.

When U2 first came out I was like “this Band is Branding HARD.” They milked the Irish Troubles with such obvious lyrics. I hate it when a band uses politics to sell discs.

This film is just so right On-Topic right now. It is VERY dark, but also very relevant. And as I mentioned on another thread, you get to see Nick Cage do his full-on crazy dude stuff from the 80s.

Absolutely! And I can see why the director made those choices, but his choices ended up supporting a tired cliche.

Glad it worked for you.

One of the best days in my life was the day I stopped smoking, Then, within 2 weeks, I had to somehow come to terms with the fact that EVERYTHING around me REEKED: clothes, furniture, curtains. ALL of my scholarly work on paper. My nose was working again.

The Dancer -Body-Double cuts were so obvious that I wanted to destroy the DVD. Unfortunately is was rented.

Why is any of this our business? I mean, unless she left sums to Non-Profits. charities, etc., I’m perfectly fine with respecting her (apparently obscure??) wishes.

True. Because your gut has not yet evolved to the point that it can doubt itself.

We’re all psychic to some degree. Hell, we wouldn’t be able to cross a busy street, with JUST that perfect timing (you don’t get squished) if we weren’t.

How does something like this happen? When it comes to journalistic standards (or even blogoristic(?) standards) Jezebel is becoming Jezehell.

I watched this movie because, why not?