Amazed you could type that while trading off blowing both of them.

Fuck Stewart. He charges a hundred for his autograph at ST cons and won't sign any ST-related paraphernalia at the stage door of his Broadway shows. You sheep should get out a little before judging.

To dislike the smarmy selfies of fabulously wealthy, sell-out English actors is not only unAmerican, it's unacceptable, immoral, and censorable by law. Dislikes will censor all thought crime. That is AV law.

Well, after all, people don't pay money to see January Jones act.

They're English. Americans must automatically bow down and worship everything they do. Got it.

It's called retirement.

Good Christ I hope their plays wrap up soon. Their selfies are getting annoying.

PAULA FRIGGING POUNDSTONE! Man, I'd take twenty of her over the smarmy empire of her 80's colleague Ellen Degeneras. What happened?
(Loved her joke about her Irish boyfriend's life advice: "Paula, you are the author of your own fate." - "He's right, I am the otter of my own fat."

That was the title of an abandoned Stones movie project from '66 (for which they wrote the songs that came out on Aftermath). Wonder if it's the same plot.

Yet more angles of Hemsworth's and Portman's hair blowing in slo-mo while Natalie pays off her Paris apartment renovations? Sign me up!!

Bean might have stolen it from Hemsworth. Just too good at that role.

Looks like Halloween night at a gay bar in the Castro rather than real Thor gravitas, but at least Tom gave it a shot (see that new 'evil English guys' Hyundai ad with him, Mark Strong, and Ben Kingsley? Pretty funny).

Palestinians will whine for thousands of years; endorsement checks are fleeting.

Don't tell me they can use AV comment boards now too. When did this happen?!

They let black people host tv shows now! I know, crazy!
(World beyond Vanilla AV)

McCarthy had a real knack for screwball comedy. Too bad he wasted his prime on being the reticent member of the Brat Pack.

Huh? His dad made some great films. However Jason never struck me as particularly talented (Up In The Air and Thank You For Smoking clever but overrated, Juno more dialogue-driven than anything else).

These repeated attempts to present Zac Efron as a nearly-human life form are impressive, to say the least.

Actually North Dallas probably rescued his career from playing second banana to Jaqueline Bisset's wet-suit in The Deep to getting in bigger projects like 48 Hrs and Down And Out. Prince of Tides was probably his peak (nothing tired about it, just haunted). Should have won the Oscar for it.

Any Given Sunday is a tired cliché-fest (the craggy coach looking for one last win, the hotshot star who doesn't listen, the player who should have retired and his nagging wife, etc.) shot through with the usual Stone hyperbole (Wagner choruses and Native American chanting during the playoffs). North Dallas is so much…