Tales of True Adventure for Rugged Men Not Unlike Yourself
Well, probably not. In fact, this is likely just a teaser for a Super Bowl ad, or possibly a Lebowski spinoff starring John Turturro (Going Places) expected later this year. So …
But! If you’ve always wanted a sweater like The Dude’s, you’ll be happy to learn that Pendleton is making them again! The ORIGINAL WESTERLEY has finally returned, and it’ll only set you back $239.00.
Anybody ever heard this?
Willy Wonka is usually a very pleasant (albeit eccentric) chocolate tycoon. But when Charlie Bucket and Grandpa Joe steal the fizzy lifting drinks, he succumbs to a maniacal fit of rage and informs them that they get NOTHING!
Not feeling it …
And this looks amazing.
Although I always feel a little icky about getting excited for these types of documentaries, like I’m a fan of Bundy’s or something. I’m not. This heap of shit killed at least 30 women. But the way he did it – and how he got away with it as long as he did – is fascinating.
Anyway, January 24th.
Youngsters watching this today won’t realize how funny and irreverent this was for 1978. You just didn’t make fun of self-important movie stars like this back then.
I love this series.
Happy 2019, bastards!
This is some seriously fascinating, I’m-not-doing-any-more-work-today shit right here.
How long can you take it?
All 70 tracks! It’s the full compilation of absolutely terrible, yet hilarious stage banter from Paul Stanley of KISS, who by the way, is absolutely, positively not a repressed gay man.
EDIT: I made it 11 minutes and 17 seconds.
What are any of you bastards reading these days? Believe it or not, I put down the band bios for a minute and I’ve been enjoying the hell out of John Dies At The End. It’s got kind of a MIB vibe, if the agents were a couple of twenty-something college dropouts.
In this reissue of an Internet phenomenon originally slapped between two covers in 2007 by indie Permutus Press, Wong — Cracked.com editor Jason Pargin’s alter ego — adroitly spoofs the horror genre while simultaneously offering up a genuinely horrifying story. The terror is rooted in a substance known as soy sauce, a paranormal psychoactive that opens video store clerk Wong’s — and his penis-obsessed friend John’s — minds to higher levels of consciousness. Or is it just hell seeping into the unnamed Midwestern town where Wong and the others live? Meat monsters, wig-wearing scorpion aberrations and wingless white flies that burrow into human skin threaten to kill Wong and his crew before infesting the rest of the world. A multidimensional plot unfolds as the unlikely heroes drink lots of beer and battle the paradoxes of time and space, as well as the clichés of first-person-shooter video games and fantasy gore films. Sure to please the Fangoria set while appealing to a wider audience, the book’s smart take on fear manages to tap into readers’ existential dread on one page, then have them laughing the next.
Mrs. Makerbot and I saw this at The Blue-Hair Cinema Grill last night. I laughed, I cried! It was better than CATS!
Early 18th century. England is at war with the French. Nevertheless, duck racing and pineapple eating are thriving. A frail Queen Anne (Olivia Colman) occupies the throne and her close friend Lady Sarah (Rachel Weisz) governs the country in her stead while tending to Anne’s ill health and mercurial temper. When a new servant Abigail (Emma Stone) arrives, her charm endears her to Sarah. Sarah takes Abigail under her wing and Abigail sees a chance at a return to her aristocratic roots. As the politics of war become quite time consuming for Sarah, Abigail steps into the breach to fill in as the Queen’s companion. Their burgeoning friendship gives her a chance to fulfill her ambitions and she will not let woman, man, politics or rabbit stand in her way.