But the reality is more like (sorry for the Joss Whedon):
But the reality is more like (sorry for the Joss Whedon):
Anybody who thinks this is going to revive their career only needs to think back to season one when Motown legend Gladys Knight dressed up in a stupid bee costume and didn’t even win.
Well I’m glad someone was able to get inspiration from the dating scene at the small midwestern college I attended circa 1994.
Is the NFT market really more lucrative than the Kevin Smith-themed popup restaurant market?
As someone who was in preschool in 1980:
There’s one hit wonders, and there’s musicians who put out one genius album and were never able to capture lighting in a bottle again. But yes, she and Lauryn Hill will be headlining that cruise.
I don’t even know what the premise of The Bachelor is (although I’m pretty sure I could figure it out) -- but even I, a moderately gay-adjacent person knew Colton was gay.
Well now I’m sad.
Carrie Fisher is one of the few celebrities, or more accurately PEOPLE, where every posthumous story proves she is an even better person that we thought she was.
Well this is kind of heartbreaking. I was a little young for Husker Du when they were recording, but they are probably my favorite band I’ve enjoyed not-in-real-time.
Not even a believable premise. I went on Saturday night and used my moviepass, so I couldn’t buy tickets until I was within 100 yards to the theater. When we checked in and picked seats, there were no seats together in four late night showings.
I kind of love that.
We’ll just have to wait until Luke looks in the Magic Mirror and see if he says your name (spoiler alert: if your name is Josiah or Amelia, rather than Jennifer or Michael, you are not the Last Jedi).
Sarah Paulson is at least a passable actress, yes? Aside from collusion in a major felony, is there any plausible explanation why she only works on projects Murphy is associated with?
Judging from the current crop of films, the curriculum has shifted from sequels to reboots.
I’d add a posthumous Mike Wallace assisted by “only his network is dead” Chris Wallace.
Could this be an elaborately planned intervention? I’m not exactly sure who cares enough about his (non)sobriety to intervene, but it has to be more people than would watch 60 minutes to see his bloated, racist corpse.
I ended up fast forwarding to Lourd’s scenes — hopefully she won’t be permanent relegated to be a Ryan Murphy company player (I’m assuming being the daughter of a beloved icon and a Hollywood power broker makes this unlikely).
They are when they’re flying around your living room at 2:30 in the morning! Except they have wings and are nocturnal and are a vector for an extremely fatal disease, so basically all your rodent nightmares on steroids, wrapped up in a terrifying ugly package.
I thought it was fairly well established that the plant ate her. Or are you referring to the theatrical version?