Say what you will about this movie, people sure are writing, debating, interpreting, arguing, thinking and doing deep-dives about it.
Say what you will about this movie, people sure are writing, debating, interpreting, arguing, thinking and doing deep-dives about it.
Good point. That’s exactly what Kathy Griffin says to protect herself in her comedy.
That’s the thing about this movie, though. It sticks with you. You want to watch and experience it again and listing to the songs just a few times more. I wanna go see it again because I’m wondering “was it really that good?” “Did I just want it to be that good so I’m being generous in my thoughts about it?” I…
And you wouldn’t want to ruin is life and his career by bringing all that up now.
Yes, I saw it Friday night and loved it. There were fantastic visual images (I can’t find a pic of her in the bathroom in the beginning but it was really gorgeous), the songs were great, the story was emotional without being emotionally manipulative and the addiction/hearing loss issues were very real and scary. I…
What’s that line from Moonstruck? “In time you’ll drop dead and I’ll come to your funeral in a red dress.”
I hate scary movies but I always dig me some Lost Boys at Halloween time.
I actually wouldn’t mind spending a little money on this. It’s a rather important copy of a well known work of fiction. (You know, if I actually had any extra money or won the Powerball or something.)
If evidence is so fucking respected, why are hundreds of thousands of rape kits sitting untested in closets in police departments? That’s LITERAL evidence that the men in power will not take action on.
I know right, he needs to knock that sexy-as-hell shit off right now.
Bernadette is the fucking queen but I gotta give Raul Esparza the win on Being Alive:
Yep, once Trump was elected, I couldn’t watch The Walking Dead anymore either.
Mix Jodi Picoult in there (she wrote “My Sister’s Keeper) and you’ve got the Emotional Manipulation Olympics in the bag.
And that just makes me want to name my baby Six, like on Blossom. “My dad said that’s how many beers it took.”
“I don’t know if what all these women are saying is true. Perhaps it is. Perhaps it isn’t,” he told Slate.