If there wasn’t a smooth-as-silk street hustler in some 70s blaxploitation movie named Sterling Silver, there sure should have been...
If there wasn’t a smooth-as-silk street hustler in some 70s blaxploitation movie named Sterling Silver, there sure should have been...
I don’t know, man, I can pretty much guarantee if you offered your average black bear a hot dog in one hand and a hunk of salmon in the other, he’s really have to think about it...
Tom Hardy?
I used to live across the alley from Canadian legend, film director Anne Wheeler, who had identical twin sons. At that time they were like 10 or 12, I think. They were Sklar-level (or Sprouse-level, I guess) identical, with massive matching heads of blonde hair. She often mentioned that her biggest pissoff regarding…
Ice Cubette??
And is there anyplace he doesn’t smoke??
Oh, all of #9. I live in Asia, and, despite the foreign (white) community being small, it’s very homogenous in terms of personality types. and there are HORDES of middle class university-educated overweight middle aged balding white dudes from the US/Canada/Western Europe with local wives and happa kids, and they’re…
How that father could even get to the end of his sentence...it’s beyond me...
In the movie, Alfred Molina/Rashad does call him “Ricky” Springfield and says he’s a buddy of his. Giving Randall the bennie of the doubt, like.
Yeah, I went from hearing my old man harangue me with this non-stop when I was growing up to suddenly being forced to work summers after I hit high school...doing what??? That’s right, literally digging fucking ditches.
Just wanna say, “Liam Mango” is the coolest name I’ve seen this week.
Welcome to #straightsplaining
Not even a third-tier onscreen credit for Noomi Motherhumping Rapace, let alone a mention in the article???
“Two twenty, two thirty, whatever it takes”
YES!!!
What kind of mental patient could look at that and see anything other than a breathtakingly beautiful woman, dripping with poise, grace, confidence, and intelligence????
Absolutely! Seriously, I went past this story about 3 or 4 times because I just assumed, based on the piccie, that it was about some Nazi Dressy Uppy Fruitcake.