And though Made-Up Adventures lacks Our Flag’s raw emotionality, it’s still a very good time.
And though Made-Up Adventures lacks Our Flag’s raw emotionality, it’s still a very good time.
You’ll notice that the Palestinians’ Arab brethren in Egypt and Jordan haven’t exactly been rolling out the red carpet. They’ve been in the middle of this conflict for so long that those governments are worried allowing large numbers into their countries would be poison for their own populations, and they’re probably…
The only issues with his plan are:
I like reading and watching documentaries about shipwrecks, naval disasters, and the histories of ships. The Eastland disaster is such a crazy story.
He’s turned into a German William Shatner by this point. He’s recognized his pop culture role and figures he might as well play it for all he’s worth. William Burroughs could have done it, too, but he wasn’t as good at marketing.
I think about the Eastland probably once a week. Only think about The Bear when it’s on my screen.
I have worked in restaurants, on both sides of the kitchen door.
The Bear is a lot of things , but comedy series it is not,
Herzog narrating a documentary about Disneyland sounds amazing.
The man’s such an icon for being himself you forget Blesse- sorry, BLESSED not only trod the boards with some of the greatest thespians of the latter half of the 20th century, but also beat the absolutely piss out of them when he felt they needed it.
Wait, that’s not who the movie’s about?
Maybe he was thinking of Klaus Barbie, The Butcher of Lyon.
Yes.
Not just visit Disneyland - live closer to it.
The Dunk and Egg stories are actually good.
And, if Martin feels compelled to write Westeros stuff that’s not Winds of Winter, new novellas in the series seem pretty straightforward, as they aren’t tangled up in 45,000 different PoV characters all moving around a world map and getting into more bullshit instead of…
A Lannister always extends a franchise.
I'll pay good money for a Herzog audio commentary on that movie.
“And though something deep inside of me wishes to revolt against it...this is how I’d like to remember Barbie...on the battlefield of life itself”.
it’s not clear to us whether Herzog is offering a qualitative assessment of Gerwig’s movie, or genuinely speaking to its neon pink depiction of Barbieland, a world in which ostensibly happy “people” play out basic routines with no capacity for understanding any of the ennui or despair clawing at the edges of…