Story time: after my dad died, I tried to find movies to entertain my mom. This is practically impossible because she doesn't do action, doesn't do violence, doesn't like anything foreign, doesn't...oh whatever. The fucking list goes on. She's also the world's biggest prude. Her objection to "On Golden Pond" was that…

I don't really give a shit about this movie one way or another - but I am certainly here for the angry comments. This is going to be better than the time Lindy insulted Titanic, and people just up and lost their minds.

Hey Lindy-

Despite all its problems, Lone Ranger still has one of the best scenes of the year: The train chase with the William Tell Overture playing hard and for fifteen glorious minutes, it's the movie we all wanted.

I don't think anyone intended to make a deep and knowing drama about love when they made this movie. I am sorry it made you so ragey.

The rent might seem like a good deal, but don't forget it's in Loompaland. Everything seems great until a bunch of hornswogglers and snozzwanglers move in, and THERE GOES THE NEIGHBORHOOD

Right, we must treat all sex workers like hypnotized victims and try to deny agency in their fields whenever possible. Also, how dare those models dress is skimpy clothing, consensual objectification is NEVER okay.

Oh shit oh shit, wait, this quote is making me have all sorts of feels.

If Orlando Bloom was an animal, he'd be a Pander Bear.

This is such a great news.

[Insert neutral, non-controversial statement about Beyonce here]

My biggest problem with the 'sexual' aspect of this book is Stephanie Meyer's target audience. She wrote this aiming at 13 year old girls who don't know that stalking, abusive sex, and mind games are NOT a healthy relationship. There's a whole swath of girls right now just waiting for a man to come along and treat…

yeah, he's really done wonders for the rent-by-the-hour hotel, American Apparel ad, camera-mounted lighting genre of celebrity photography. He's the epitome of fame for fame's sake and how fame has trumped talent/human decency. Every time he gets yet another gig, a fucking kitten dies.

Milton: " ... he, with his horrid crew, / Lay vanquished, rolling in the fiery gulf,"

I'm loving the Julie/Julianne exchange. The rest is just static.

I will be making a conscious effort not to confuse Martin Freeman with John Simm ever again.

What. the fuck. Martin Freeman. Seriously? SERIOUSLY?

I've been a fan of his for sometime and completely missed the fact that he's an actual piece of shit. Amazing what they can do with make-up & spec FX these days.

I believe it was. But Gaga is speaking to the Press and media. It's a continuation of her previous work in which she willingly does anything for "The Fame".