I think we can all agree that Michael Bay is to subtlety and restraint what Joseph Stalin was to…subtlety and restraint. Am I calling Michael Bay the Joseph Stalin of filmmaking, or implying that Bay might even be Joseph Stalin reincarnated? Yes, I am saying that.
Any time you can incorporate cheap vodka into charity, you have to.
They totally redeemed themselves.
“It’s an honor just to be nominated. Also, I can now get stoned as f*ck.”
We don’t have the trailer, and no one knows what’s in. (waits for applause)
Not the best week to be cops.
Did he start with a saw, then invest in a chainsaw?
Like the rest of the world, I too have been mourning the untimely and tragic death of supernova comedian Robin Williams. My Facebook newsfeed has been blossoming with tributes, some…
Outer space beats lizards every time.
Back before movie reviews could be summed up in 13 characters or less, there were two gentleman who stood atop the peak of film criticism. Simply put, *no one* could rip a movie a new a-hole like Siskel and Ebert.
He’s not interested in building a snowman.
Whatchya gonna do?
The Ninja Turtles have conquered the box office — and divided their fanbase. We brought in our resident fixer Nick Mundy (and friends) to give some tips on how to make a radical sequel.
I have always thought of Nicolas Cage as the quintessential Christian messenger.
The talent judge is hoping to make some of that sweet Depression era nostalgia money.
But will she be played by Tori Spelling?
We get it, already. You’re creepy. Gosh.
“It’s Morphin’ time!” said everyone with derision.
He’s the one man who can do what the police can’t.
We’re good. Thanks though.
They’re changing the military uniforms on the soldiers, and maybe a scene where Kim Jung-Un’s face melts off in slow motion.
And Vin Diesel might be involved.
How will he fare in a big budget film?
He might be channeling his inner Bill Murray, based on this pic.
‘Silent Hills’. With an “s.” Because one Silent Hill just doesn’t cut it anymore.
The Expendables are blasting back into theaters soon, so it’s time to take a look back at the geriatric action film that started it all!
I’m trying to picture him water-skiing on dolphins.
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.
Go with “Groot Portuegeuse” if you really want to expand your horizons.