This is one of the greatest scenes of any war movie ever made … and someone made it even better by adding Donald Duck to it. Fascinating. And a pretty good imitation, too.
Disney lawyers file infringement suit in 5…4…3…
What a pretty little princess
Taylor Lautner may be cute, and he has a good body (for now), but his tweenie-bopper Twilight fans need to face this tragic fact – the kid’s a fucking fag of the faggiest kind. He makes me look like a regular He-Man by comparison.
In a hissy fit that would embarrass Elton John, Lautner is suing a company called McMahon’s RV because they didn’t deliver his $300,000 trailer to the set of his new movie Abduction on time. Apparently the company was supposed to have the trailer there by June 21, but they didn’t get it there on time. This, of course, forced Lautner to – GASP! – use a regular trailer like the other little people on set.
And this is the best part: he’s suing them for EMOTIONAL DISTRESS! Can you say FAAAAAAAAGGGG?
I’m sure it must’ve been difficult for poor young Taylor to be without his custom-made trailer, complete with dildos mounted on the walls, a lube station, and a special secret entrance for the boys to enter while escaping detection from the paparazzi. However, despite Taylor’s insatiable craving of the cock, I cannot imagine any MAN claiming emotional distress over a trailer arriving late. Seriously. If the company didn’t hold up their end of the deal, then sue them for breach of contract, dude. But not emotional distress.
Hey Taylor, look down between your legs. Do you see that flap of skin that vaguely resembles the male genitalia you hunger for every night and day? That indicates that you’re a MALE – start acting like one. Grow the fuck up, get over yourself, and stop being a whiny fag bitch. Instead of spending $300,000 on a trailer, go spend $10,000 on a nose job.
Oh, and for all of you crybabies who think Taylor isn’t gay – yeah riiiight – watch this video AGAIN:
With a big screen adaptation of WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE looming on this week’s theatrical release horizon, I thought it might be good to revisit the original story by Maurice Sendak.
The story, just a few sentences long, conveys so much wonder and tension. The illustrations are, in a word, art. I hope director Spike Jonze can recreate the atmosphere of this magical little book.
Here it is in video form, narrated wonderfully by John Kelin.
The second wave of vultures have descended on the corpse of Michael Jackson, propping him up for their own personal gain.
Last night’s VMA ceremony opened with a ridiculous performance by Janet Jackson. Promised to make everyone cry, she instead forced everyone to shake their heads at her. Janet, your career is over. Stop milking your dead brother’s memory to boost it.
Being an average male with decent taste in both literature and film, I think TWILIGHT is one of the worst concoctions to come along since The Partridge Family. The comparison is appropriate, since both are skillfully crafted marketing tools designed to make the poonies of tween girls red, plump, and moist.
And these screaming bunch of hormonal sociopaths fell for it.
