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Brad constructs a “green” chapel using sustainable materials in New Orleans which will slowly biodegrade with the passing of time, much like his once-cherished love for Jennifer Aniston. Angelina pilots a small plane into the airspace, hands off the controls to co-pilot Morgan Freeman (who will also be walking her down the aisle), and parachutes to the altar. Jon Voight is allowed to attend but forced to be flower girl. Gwyneth Paltrow accepts her warily-extended invitation and beams throughout the ceremony and reception, her British accent waxing and waning depending on whether or not she is has introduced Jay-Z into the conversation and her proximity to actual British guests such as Gavin Rossdale. Angelina announces in her vows that her family does not drink milkshakes. Brad is high and wears sunglasses. In lieu of a band, the children put on some skits they wrote and directed themselves. Their parents smile magnanimously at their brood while assuring their guests that under no circumstances will any be allowed to pursue a career in Hollywood. Kingston Rossdale preens by Vivienne. The guests are shooed out at 10 pm so that the entire Pitt-Jolie clan can depart for Cambodia, with Morgan Freeman once again behind the controls, to watch the sunset behind their grazing elephants.
The Bourbon Identity. The Bourbon Ultimatum. The Bourbon Supremacy. The Bourbon Legacy.
Whose job is it at NASA to add sound effects to videos of OUTER SPACE? Because I bet they cry themselves to sleep at night.
Boring business explanation. They couldn’t trademark “SciFi.”
Double super agreed, especially between those two people who we are definitely all talking about. If a director is making two people pretend to have consensual sex on TV, the director should at the very least also ask one or both of those people to act like they are attracted to their co-sex-ee.
House of Cards is so good, y’all! Way better than I thought it would be, although it was my bad for doubting Fincher in the first place. His episodes are beautifully shot. A fun thing to do (if you are a nerd) is look for anything red in the frame during the first 2 episodes. You basically can’t find anything, because the Seat of Power is apparently cloaked in yellows and blues.
The talking to the camera is awesome when Fincher does it, because it’s actually filling in motivations that for character reasons he can’t show you. I thought it started getting mishandled in the Joel Schumacher episode when Spacey starts telling you things that he then shows you in the next scene. Also, Clare is the most interesting character! She is America’s new Don Draper, America.
Respectfully disagree, I still watch it every Halloween and those ghost pirates are STILL SCARY.
This post deserves a Trigger Warning for the dreadlocks and spray tan.
I watched it! Was everyone’s favorite part when Barry started calling issues “not real sexy”? It was? Okay, great.
I eagerly anticipate Part 2: Pooping on the Curb.
Sup pogs, I’m going! Will be literally lurking around instead of just in the comments. Like this guy, I also have a surprise, except my surprise is that I’m a lady.
Proposed script revision: hip teens and tweens played by 30-year-olds use the Ouija board to ask ghosts why commenting is closed on the Amber Tamblyn prank post, because inquiring minds want to inquire that.
If they edited Harry Potter with a Ouija board scenes into The Woman in Black and released it as this movie, I would go see it opening weekend.
Very confusing news. I thought Obama’s position on Omar was still “evolving.”
Most people didn’t think Animal Planet could pull off a sequel to the Thomas Crown Affair, and still fewer suspected it would trump the original.
Yeah, and he realized how ridiculous it was, too — look on his face was priceless. I yelled “kangaroo punch” at the TV, not because that is a thing, but don’t kangaroos box? And do people really punch rabbits in the neck? So much googling to do.
I can’t thumbs up this conversation hard enough. And thanks for keeping my diet on-track with the mental image of Hot Pockets Lasagna. “No thanks” – Garfield.
Oh man, what a great ad. But the costume’s like an old famous painting. Personally, I think no one does it better than the guy from Peter Pan’s Home Page!
Yes! But so sad. Also like The Christmas Toy, with Rugby Tiger and Mew, who was just a cat toy. Henson Christmas specials are amazingly depressing!
FEED ME A STRAY LOLCAT
Sigh. I will go see this, thus ending my streak of Never Giving Nora Ephron My Money.
Thumbs-upping your comments takes up so much of my workday.