If you've spent much time reading movie news on the internet this past year, there is no way that you could have avoided hearing about Precious, the sleeper hit that seemed to come out of nowhere, and has dumped tons of Oscar buzz on stars Gabourey Sidibe, Mo'Nique, and Mariah Carey.
So, it seems Heidi and Spencer aren't content acting like the worst-matched couple in reality-television history on "The Hills" alone each week and would prefer to "branch out" to a show of their very own. Because, OH YES, that's precisely what this world needs: a little more Heidi and Spencer.
Because I KNOW you guys have a big hard-on for Twilight, video of the complete interview -- her only televised one in advance of the release of New Moon this Friday -- after the jump!
Miss J is an institution over on America's Next Top Model, and for good reason. He's FABULOUS. And in the latest episode of the Tyra Banks Show, he sealed the deal on his fabulousness by revealing that he is, in fact, a daddy. Squee!
I'm going to tell you a secret and then immediately after this post is published you'll probably never hear from me again because I'll be whisked away to a secret location and killed or be forced to undergo extensive plastic surgery and a total identity change. Kurt and I are the same person, much in the same way Janet and LaToya and Michael Jackson were the same person, just with different hats. Kurt and I go to see the same movies because we are one and the same. Then we have differing opinions on said movies just to mess with you.
I'm pretty sure this is true. Or maybe the trailers that I saw before The Men Who Stare at Goats got to me.
A rough day. Disappointment. Some shouting. Going too far. Slamming doors. Desperate escape from life. Sometimes, it's really hard to face how alike childhood and adulthood are.
Kanye West has a book coming out. Oh, yay.
Some days it’s difficult to remember where you left your keys (for example, I have no idea where mine are right now). Life is like that as you grow older and your brain becomes increasingly pitted – gaps in your memory open up and details tumble into the void. So imagine what it’s like to wake up one morning and realize that you’ve forgotten someone so close to you that you cannot conceive of yourself without that person by your side.
Okay, now imagine that you’re a furry pink werewolf named Wereberry who lives on a diet of dried strawberries, and your forgotten friend is a female ghost. Imagine further that you decide one morning to leave your cozy fruit-scented home for climes unknown to find her, accompanied by chocolate mummy king Choco-Ra and the amphibious monster The Creature from the Fruit Lagoon (T.C. to his friends). You’ve just imagined yourself into Adam P. Knave’s bizarre Stays Crunchy in Milk, a picaresque novel for the children of the ‘70s and ‘80s, with characters taken straight from your childhood cereal cupboard and shaken directly into the plastic bowl of your heart.
Minor spoilers and delicious fruit flavour after the jump.
Last weekend, the top-grossing movie in the country was Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. It made more than $30 million.
Thirty. Million. Dollars. Worth. Of. Meatballs.
Coupled with the enormous anticipation accompanying the forthcoming release of Spike Jonze's adaptation of Where The Wild Things Are, this signals what we can only presume will be an absurd stampede of film versions of children's classics rushed to the screen in a bald-faced attempt to cash in on nostalgia and/or a great and largely untapped source of creativity.
I have a Mastedonic "old man crush" on Cormac McCarthy. Seriously. I'd probably kiss him, with my tongue even. If I weren't certain he'd stab me. Or at the very least, speak harshly and hurt my feelings. But I'm fairly certain that if'n I tried anything on 'ol Cormac, there'd be some serious Blood Meridian-type retribution on my person. That said, Cormac, call me.
What does this have to do with anything? It has everything to do with Oprah's Book Club. In a round-a-bout way.
You see, Cormac McCarthy's - The Road was on Oprah's Book List. I know, who would have thunk it? But it was. So when my Father's wife presented me with The Story of Edgar Sawtelle, I thought....'maybe it's like The Road.'
It was Nothing like The Road.
Do you know Nick Cave? And if not... what the hell is wrong with you? The man is a prophet and I think you oughta listen. For more than six fifteen twenty-five years, Cave has been a wild-eyed prophet of truth, rage, damnation and love — by and large as a musician of ill-repute and worldwide critical adoration, first with the late and much-lamented Aussie boy band gloom junkies The Birthday Party and then via a long and terrifyingly effective solo career with his own band, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds.
If you've ever seen a photo of Cave, it gives you something of an inkling of who he is as an artist: a collision of dapper and decrepit, where broad lapels and oddly formal suits hint at the crooner's heart that lies - as often as not - buried deep beneath layers of Old Testament-quality torment and torrential waves of darkness, each deeper and more profound than the one that came before. If and when you read articles about him, he's often seen as something akin to an evangelist of the Gothic South fallen to sin and infamy -- a sensibility that flows through his work as strongly as anything you'll find in the intricacies of Faulkner.
I know, this is sort of like the National Weather Service issuing a tornado warning when you're halfway to Oz. Nevertheless, the number of people and manufacturers crawling out of the woodwork to grab a piece of the Twilight-related merchandise pie has reached a critical mass. If you don't believe that it's worse than any other popular film, maybe you should take a look at some of this crap.
Do you like your religions fresh? Do you like the word of God dropped? What did you think of R.E.M.'s Radio Song?
If you answered any of the above questions then you are in luck. KRS-One is starting a new religion and it's both hip and hop. Introducing The Gospel of Hip Hop: The First Instrument, coming soon to a hotel dresser near you.
The tome is 600 pages about the divinity and spirituality of hip-hop, and according to Rev. One, "I'm suggesting that in 100 years, this book will be a new religion on the earth."
So, although Julie & Julia put up a respectable effort, when the votes came in, The Time Traveler's Wife eked ahead. Now, for those of you have not seen the movie and plan to see the movie, I can't promise something juicy and crucial to the storyline won't slip out in my review. It wouldn't be MUCH of a review if all I talked about was how yummy Eric Bana looked after he cut off his hair in his older scenes. So, probable spoilers (of both book and film) ahead. You've been warned.
Up until now, Stephenie Meyer has withstood every charge levelled against her. Bank robbery, tax evasion, vagrancy, assaulting Jimmy Carter, poaching on the King's lands - none of the allegations have ever stuck. But with an accusation of copyright infringement over her most recent Twilight novel Breaking Dawn, it seems that her armour has been breached.
Or maybe not.
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