My only complaint about this season of Lost will probably be the majority of Lost fans. For five years, it’s been a show that you can talk about with friends (or internet friends) the day after. It’s been a shared experience of mysteries and monsters and all that.
But now, this season, I think most people that watch the show regularly will become more and more intolerable in their disappointments over what the show is/is not doing. Personally, I’m just along for the ride; I try not to theorize about what’s going on because I have faith in the writers and cast and I’m able to do a little thing called “suspending my disbelief”. I mean, if you can buy anything from the first season (plane crashes, people survive, paralyzed man regains ability to walk, whispers in the jungle), then I don’t see how people can’t buy into the more radical things Lost has done since.
It’s human nature to nitpick, I know, but it’s a shame that it has to happen to such a degree with a show that’s probably one of the most impressive feats of television storytelling ever broadcast. Just enjoy it and have fun, I say.
Gunfighters? Boxers? Looks like Jay Leno is now the king of violent profession analogies.
So, either Jay is one of Barbara Walters’ “Most Interesting” or I have glaucoma.
Why no love for Tim Meadows in the credits? Surely his years of comedic service are worth recognition.
I think they based an episode of “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia” on this whole thing: “Charlie Goes America All Over Everybody’s Ass.”
I think this was done very tongue-in-cheek, not racist-tongue-in-puppet-mouth.
Between this and Jeff Dunham being on 30 Rock, I’m surprised Gabe’s brain blood vessels are still intact.
Oi rather enjoyed heering hees accent, broo.
“Pain is subjective and relative.”
So does this mean movies about white people with problems are OK now?
A Terrence Howard Reminder: Pizza Isn’t A Blanket1
You know it’s a bad movie when the only memorable scene or special effect involves sucking.
As unbearably and indisputably awful as people like the 9/12 Teabaggers are, the type of listen-to-world-music-on-NPR, bring-organic-spinach-dip-to-the-party people that would hold a wedding like this are even worse.
You’re really gonna have an issue with a comedy starring Clooney, Bridges, and Spacey? Does the sun ever shine?
White Chicks 2: The Uncanny Valley
Any Will Arnett Promise that ever existed now lies shattered on the floor amongst angry tears.
Margot Being Sad and White at the Wedding
So, at a time when there’s a whole spectrum of opinions and misinformation about health care, and when the debate about it is as prescient as ever, CNN is going to waste an hour of airtime on this shit? It’s almost as bad as MSNBC spending every weekend covering prison documentaries as opposed to news. UGH.
I’ve never heard of somebody getting so “hostel” about a trip to Europe.
This is the slipperiest of slippery slopes.
Anthony Hopkins is like a demon spawn of Colonel Sanders and Fire Marshall Bill in this movie.
I agree, Craig Robinson had me lots-of-love-ing.
I didn’t know birds were made out of match heads.
Katherine Heigl strikes me as that girl you knew in high school, the one who already had names for her kids picked out, who lost her middle school pudge and got herself a sadsack boyfriend, was elected to prom court because she worked oh-so-hard organizing it, picking out balloon colors and making sure that “Here’s To The Night” was the prom song, then she’s off to college, where she does beer bongs off the roofs of frat houses and puts on the freshman fifteen, gets herself a gym membership and works off that fifteen and fifteen more, then decides, after taking Intro to Theatre, that she will go into acting, joins some local playhouse that stages performances of RENT in an old barn off-campus, then decides, once famous, to burn every goddammed bridge she crosses over using the flames of the sexism card, of shitty movies, of BEING YOUR GIRLFRIEND.