Yeah, their two characters basically spend the entire movie in a Paris hotel room. Maybe Sarandon sensed some chemistry.

I swore I wasn’t going to watch Feud because she’s in it, but dammit, I’m watching it anyway. But you’re right, every time she’s onscreen, I have a mini-rage stroke. And only this past Sunday did I feel like she finally started to sound a little bit like Bette Davis.

I tend to favor hoops, so this is a welcome offer, thanks. Sarandon looks like the type who would go for the easy earlobe rip.

Stepmom includes one of THE MOST ANNOYING film tropes: The flurry of activity on the set of the fashion shoot — the panic, the chaos, people running around, everything is going wrong, fabric is literally flying — only to have the hero photog (in this case, Julia Roberts), walk onto the set, look into the camera, NOT…

Oh, I’ll post it as a Facebook event, no worries.

I will do that, right after I show up at her lame ping-pong bar with Tim Robbins on my arm, and we make out in the corner while she fumes at the bar. As we’re leaving, Tim will tell her I’m better in bed. And I’ll tell her that if Trump starts a nuclear war, she only has herself to blame.

I would love the chance to feud with Susan Sarandon, to throw a drink in her face and tell her to sit her privileged ass down and stop telling me that it’s great that I’m now so “energized.” Our feud would most definitely start with me saying, “Fuck you, Susan Sarandon,” and it would just all go downhill from there.

I positively hate that New York did this. I’m not even sure I understand why they did this, because it will be among their lowest-selling issues of the year. But mainly I hate it because no matter what, she’ll love this moment in the spotlight, and sorry, but she doesn’t deserve even the pretense of that.

I get that forgiveness and redemption are both at the heart of what it means to be a good Christian. And yet. And yet.

I’m so enormously pissed off about this I can barely think straight. That same very day — that day being YESTERDAY — he said two awful things in the morning: blaming “the generals” for Ryan Owen’s death, FOR A RAID HE AUTHORIZED OVER FREAKING DINNER, and blaming Obama for the protesters. These are not the thoughts of…

As much as we don’t want to believe anything about our national treasure that is Meryl Streep, the cold, hard truth is that this is likely very true. It’s disappointing because having a piece of Chanel haute couture made especially for you is pretty goddamn special, something you literally hand down to your children.…

Yet another hateful day, for so many reasons. That shit Bannon said at CPAC? A guy that blatantly evil and terrible does not get to win.

Spicer wins today’s edition of “We’re so fucking stupid we can’t get out of our own way.”

That’s actually what Marjorie Merriweather Post wanted it to look like — this is what breakfast-cereal money buys. It just happened to appeal to the guy with no taste who thinks gold on everything is the ultimate in classy. (Didn’t Saddam Hussein feel the same way?)

I’d like to think that Bannon will continue terrorizing Reince so much that he snaps — or Bannon makes Reince the fall guy, which would not at all be surprising, and Reince finally locates his last shred of humanity and starts singing like the yellow canary he is.

That’s not what I’m saying at all. I’m saying I need a break from the chaos. That break most likely would come with impeachment and Pence, which while far from the ideal solution, would net the thing that needs to be done most: Get Trump the fuck out of the White House and restore at least a modicum of calm to our…

To your last point: I live in a family of Trump voters, so yeah. I feel like I’m either the only sane person in the room, or the only crazy person in the room. Neither is a good feeling.

No, they all seem to have crept away like the cowards they are.

Oh, trust me, what I long for more than anything in this world, honestly, more than winning the lottery, is to see Donald J. Trump in handcuffs. Also because you know he will be crying and pissing his pants at the same time like the coward that he truly is.

Don’t you miss the calmness and the grace of the Obamas? I sure as hell do.