I’m watching The Beatles’ Magical Mystery Tour, and I can only conclude that drugs in the ’60s must have been just mindblowingly fucking sensational.
Christmas will be here soon, and a lot of you forgot my birthday. I’m just sayin’… do the right thing.
Ten minutes into The Great Gatsby and I’m done. The filmmakers don’t need me to be impressed. They’re impressed with themselves enough for both of us.
Also, this CGI looks like shit. Effects are supposed to be special, not special ed.
I’ve only ever walked out on one movie in my life, Moulin Rouge, and I left for the same reason I turned this one off: instead of making a good movie, they tried to convince me they’d made a good movie. It was forced and off-putting, and ultimately intolerable.
Back in 2009, to celebrate the 20th anniversary of the movie UHF, I constructed and ate a Twinkie Wiener Sandwich. Here are the never before seen photos.Continue reading “Twinkie Wiener Sandwich”