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Recently Rush Limbaugh bravely called a Georgetown law student testifying before Congress a “slut” who “wants all the sex in the world whenever she wants it, all the time, no consequences.” He then went on to say that if women wanted him to pay for their birth control, he wanted something in return — videos of all these women having sex posted on the internet.
The Artist won a stunning five Oscars on Sunday, including Best Picture, Best Actor, and Best Director — but the French film still lags behind insipid garbage like This Means War, Journey 2: The Mysterious Island, and Ghost Rider: Nicolas Cage’s Flamin’ Spittle. In fact, the only way that The Artist might gain traction in American multiplexes is if it’s dumbed down a bit — in other words, less think, more stink.
Fans of AMC’s Mad Men are rabidly anticipating the long-delayed fifth season of the show, and their interest was predictably stoked by the recent release of a “mysterious” promo ad, which seems designed to provoke deep questions: “What does it represent?” “Is it a meditation on Don Draper’s empty soul?” “Why does Dr. Pepper taste like that?” But the most relevant question here might be, “What’s going through Draper’s giant, Brylcreemed head?” As always, we’re here with the answers.
The Oscars are this Sunday night — and by now all the nominees have already scored their free tuxedos, gowns and jewelry from designers desperate to have their names mentioned on the red carpet. All that’s left for them to do is to score some sedatives for the big night and finish writing their acceptance speeches...unless you’re Glenn Close. Sorry, G.C., but you don’t stand a chance in hell with that stupid cross-dressing movie! 15 years of planning for that?!?! Seriously?!? You made TWO 101 Dalmatian movies in just four years!