Buffy ,'Showtime'
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Kristen Bell is in that, too! Yay Veronica!
I was all confused for a second because I was like, "I could've SWORN I mentioned that. I love her!"
There's also a funny song about Shakespeare. A creepy animated song about brownies. And Jesus is awesome, particularly his shiny gold cowboy boots. Oh, and John Kassir is in it (I think that's his name). He's Julie Benz's husband.
Seriously, if you have Showtime, watch it. And record it to share with others who are less fortunate.
John Kassir is in it (I think that's his name). He's Julie Benz's husband.
And the voice of the Cryptkeeper!
This bit of a review of Sin City cracked my shit up:
...any movie that makes Brittany Murphy palatable must be amazing...
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! So true!
Another funny Sin City review excerpt: ""Mickey Rourke blows me away with his acting and Elijah Wood creeps the hell out of me? I swear to God, I don't understand the universe anymore."
Elijah Wood creeps the hell out of me?
When I was visiting Teppy and SA, we watched Eternal Sunshine. During the first part of the film, when we were still trying to figure out WTF was going on, one of SA's first comments was "Elijah Wood is a sick little fuck, isn't he?"
From Slate:
I loved it. Or, to put it another way, I loved it, I loved it, I loved it. I loved every gorgeous sick disgusting ravishing overbaked blood-spurting artificial frame of it.
Manohla Dargis in the Times hated it, found it both boring and insulting. She was almost as entertaining as Elvis Mitchell at his best, and I say that advisedly.
Yes, Tarantino is the obvious direction for Preacher.
Heh. Another good Sin City review:
The year was 2005. It had been a long three months. Sitting in the dark corners of the movie theater, normally my safe haven, I was experiencing a horror that couldn’t be equaled even out on the mean streets of the night. Brute men, at a last gasp of their dignity, teaming up to babysit the wretched spawns of writers summoned by the devil. A vengeful God was doing his best to match his nemesis by frightening his minions with images of creepy children, wolves and Sandra Bullock sequels, but not so much to earn an “R” rating. I was sick to my stomach. I could taste the bile eating away at my tongue from the words I spewed to warn others of these atrocities. But nobody listened. I am alone. The only solace I could find was in my trip to Sin City. It was here I knew where pleasure would engulf me; where the blood spilled was not from the gaping knife wound in Uwe Boll’s chest but from the filmmaker and author determined to bring their vision to those dark corners I treasured. It was in Sin City where I was saved.
Metacritic has rated it a 74, higher than all but 4 movies currently in the theaters, and the highest rated movie so far this year. For the uninformed, Metacritic scours reviews (official critic reviews, that is) and, gives them a numerical value, then averages it.