Daily Show lunatic genius
stud Rob Cordry really knows
his iPod, proving yet again that all the best people are obsessive about music.
A negative review of Tan Lines, a movie about an alienated gay
Australian surfer that whose producer declined to grant me an interview when I
was down there. But man, I’m so your
Quotation Of The Day
from the NYT: “What
happens in Estonia stays in Estonia”: from a spokesman for Hillary Rodham
Clinton when asked if she had been in a drinking contest with John McCain.
Justin Timberlake’s new video sucks because
he doesn’t dance, which is where his much-hyped sexiness really derives its power. Instead he tries to smolder but lands on frowny and confused,
and the glossy commercial "luxurious" texture of the film has been tired since David Fincher
did it in the early 90s, not that that’s stopped anyone from dry-humping the style until it's raw and meaningless. Also the opening
shot of the
And here's a three minute
slice of pure heaven from Love Unlimited and Sooooooul Train, complete with a
make-believe phone call by lead singer Glodean James to the song's producer and her future husband Barry White.
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