Put your fanboy hearts at ease; this lady got skillz. And you’ve probably already seen her work on Breaking Bad, Walking Dead, or Game of Thrones.
That Matthew McConaughey, so hot right now…
At least I’ll always have that VHS copy of ‘Taking Lives’ to console me. Yeah, “console” me.
“He was a true visionary, winning the highest honors in the arts for his work as a director, writer, producer and comic and was one of a tiny few to win the EGOT — an Emmy, a Grammy, an Oscar and a Tony in his lifetime.”
Could a Shyamalanaissance be on the horizon?
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The results were real and they were spectacular.
If Ben Affleck was the bomb in Phantoms, yo, then Gyllenhaal is the goddamn Kuz’kina Mat in Nightcrawler
It’s as if the screenwriters of these movies didn’t even take the time to do the proper research before putting pen to paper.
Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance) is the best movie we’ve seen this year, last year, three years before that, and maybe ever.
“Hey Melvin… wanna make a buck?”
Early reports indicate that the film will be sorely lacking the body mass x-factor of Predator.
See it if you’ve read the book. See it for Affleck’s dong. We don’t really care why, but just go see Gone Girl.
Does Jon Cryer really have the torso of a 13 year-old boy and the head of a brontosaurus?
Tusk stretches its wafer-thin premise far beyond its breaking point, and the result is an all too long inside joke that looks like a poor man’s Wes Anderson directed a homeless man’s Human Centipede.
Nice try, Lorne, but this still doesn’t make up for the firing of Brooks Wheelan.
The questions that still remain are many, but minor in relation to the brilliant, hopeful manner in which season one resolved.
There’s only one way to celebrate this news. Commence with the music videos!
Laurie speaks, Kevin cheats, and a deer wreaks (havoc) in the first season’s penultimate episode.
Sheriff Kevin Garvey is going full-on Fight Club, or at least that’s what last night’s episode of “The Leftovers” would like you to believe.
Robin Williams was a walking, talking stream of consciousness, an errant television signal from another planet that had (barely) been contained to a human vessel in some sort of freak accident. We’ll dearly miss him.
Prophetic hallucinations, a crazy old man on a rampage, and the May 1972 edition of National Geographic were at the center of last night’s The Leftovers. I still have no f*cking idea what this show is about.
You can tell a lot about the intentional misspelling of a word in a film — mainly, that it is poison and should be avoided at all costs.
Gunshot fetishes, Slayer’s “Angel of Death,” and a brilliant performance from Carrie Coon highlighted an incredibly strong episode of The Leftovers this week.
Many brave souls were lost in the worst shark-infested weather catastrophe to hit the Big Apple since The Great White(Shark)out of ’84, so it is in memoriam that we pay tribute…
The tl:dr version: Gloom, doom, and a good old fashioned stoning highlighted television’s consistently most depressing show.
Heavy-handed metaphors were ripe for the picking in last night’s Christmas-themed episode of The Leftovers that was anything but Christmasy.
No word yet whether or not the creators of Greg the Bunny will turn this into a threeway sue-off.
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