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I watched the shit out of the Tonys, and I have a question for anyone else who did: (1) Is Frances McDormand OK? She seemed… otherwise.
I nominate 28 Days with Sandra Bullock.
I hope she ends up with Jack Nicholson.
Gabe and Max are coming to San Diego?! YESSSSS. That is the coolest thing to happen to San Diego since Comic-Con. Seriously, though, West Coast pizza party? FOR ONCE?
Again, I humbly nominate 28 Days — the Sandra Bullock in hyper-rehab one, not the monster one with the similar name. It is just really bad.
Yeah, his unblinking face freaks me out, and it makes him look so much more like a little ginger potato. He is the ultimate self-potato.
Also in reply to it’sahotdog: I feel a Best New Party Game coming on! Mixing & matching the best worst movie quotes. Nobody puts baby in a box of chocolates. Put the bunny back in the corner.
After booting Jeff Dunham from the lineup, Fox was probably worried about losing traction with the coveted 18-worst demographic.
I can’t tell if this is a step up from his Easy Turf commercials or just a side step, side step, side step.
I love you all, Monsters! Have a great day and end of 2010.
(Except you, Morales1986 — you can go die.)
Seconded! 28 Days was terrible-terrible. Sandra Bullock is becoming the Robin Williams of actresses.
Confessing Ethan Hawke looks a LOT like Gollum. ” I don’t WANT his forgiveness; I WANT MY PRECIOUS!!!”
Right? And that shit will be definite rape-rape. I feel like eating ham. Ham.
I think I would have enjoyed the tummy reveal if Schue hadn’t kept telling Terri to “pick up her shirt.” Eh? Off the floor? Here in the world we live in, we say “LIFT up your shirt.” I oblige that request at least 45 times a day, so I know.
I would also be the only member. We should do it.
It’s Tuesday in Southern California and it’s sunny in December but it doesn’t matter because I’m actually really upset that I won’t be able to go to the New York pizza party with my monster friends who I only know via the Internet. (MLIT.)
Right, there it is. Good morning, I’m a jackass.
Question, and sorry if it’s been brought up – wasn’t there a Direct TV ad with the little girl from Poltergeist? The “They’re hee-eeer” girl? Isn’t she dead too?
By “Rob Marshall,” I think you mean “Tamra Davis,” who directed a little movie called “Crossroads.” I love rock ‘n’ roll.
I think it’s probably one-sided because a lot of people feel that what he did was not just “terrible and wrong,” but deserving of punishment like any other man who anally rapes — sorry, has unlawful anal sex with — a kid. Shady dealings between the judge and the prosecutor — well, there’s always the appeals process, right?
I think the best reply to “the victim has filed to have the case dismissed” came from the Salon article referenced earlier: “For good or ill, the justice system doesn’t work on behalf of victims; it works on behalf of justice.”
Kieran Culkin is not looking so good.
PG-Rated Even for the Swinging ’60s “Dancing”
PC showed up and he saw Esther and he was like, “See? A bunch of children. Can we have the virgin conversation, ’cause I bet Jigsaw is a yes.”
Age 7, huh? Huh. There’s something wrong with Esther.
I love the air quotes around “friend’s house,” as if it’d be so uncool to say “Neverland Ranch’s Naboo-themed movie screening carousel.”
You guys never understood or appreciated the careful thought I put into the balloon color scheme. That was 525,600 minutes of PLANNING THE BEST NIGHT OF OUR LIVES. I’ll see you at the reunion.