A major score for mimes everywhere.
Adjust your Oscars pool accordingly.
Her own maid must be so proud.
The big night is finally here!
Ugh, it’s so hard to care.
Kate Walsh posed naked on the cover of Shape magazine…just like everyone else.
I’m not even looking forward to avoiding this. Cut me so I feel…something.
Don’t miss it! Unless you don’t care.
This is Obama’s fault. Somehow.
Did not see this one coming.
The Academy must be trying to set some sort of record for how terrible and self-important an organization can be.
At Del Taco, you can get fries with your Mexican food…and a broken arm.
Hail to the King, baby.
Like everyone else, the Weinsteins are getting rid of cable and switching to Netflix.
Full Contest Rules
Ron %&^*ing Swanson.
Expect nightlight sales to skyrocket in the wake of this film.
Is this the death of unnecessary 3D? Please?
That’s some fine typing, boys.
‘Red 2: Even Redderer’
Suffer the poor artist.
“Let the 1st Annual Hollywood Hunger Games begin!”
It will be Gaffigan’s crassest material yet, earning him a PG rating.
Whatever his name is, he’s no Alex Pettyfer.
Rob Schneider had a prior commitment.
He’s all blows up.
Aw, hell nah!
I hope you like your violence watered-down and insinuated!
Looks like there’s a new Paul Thomas Anderson in town.
Can YOU feel the love tonight?