Showing posts with label talkies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label talkies. Show all posts

Saturday, November 15, 2008

two episodes in...

...and season two of the shield is really messed up

you really have to hand it to the fx channel.

not a single bit of original programming ever leaves the bastard feeling any better about his fellow man.

two hours (well really 90 minutes because there are no commercials), and i'm already uncomfortable.

good times.

—the bastard

Saturday, September 27, 2008

...on the color of money


i heard this morning that paul newman had passed away.


i've seen him in a ton of things.

he never really got as much props as he should have.

i remember seeing him do a television version of bang the drum slowly a long time ago and he was phenomenal.

the bastard never liked his ceaser salad dressing but i liked his cookies.

he will be missed.

—the bastard

Thursday, August 21, 2008

...on the thunder


the bastard is soooooooooo tired.

went to the movies last night.

saw tropic thunder.

it was quite possibly, the funniest thing i've seen all summer. and not just because robert downey junior was playing an australian actor posing as a black man who doesn't get out of character until he does the dvd commentary. it's because ben stiller knows how to make a funny film. he single handedly did a better job of making fun of the movie industry, making fun of actors, making fun of the inner workings of the film industry better than all of those stupid epic movie, superhero movie, disaster movie parodies (that all overuse the typeface futura and the color red in their posters) that traditionally plague the summer box office. even the smallest part gets a good line.

also he pretty much saves tom cruise's career. the bastard has to say it was probably some of his finest work....EVER.

but here's the thing. because of the chairman's work schedule, we saw the late show. and i kept waking up all night for one reason or another. and while i didn't drink a drop last night, i feel hung over.

and i feel like crap. and i don't think coffee can save me now. time to die.

—the bastard