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Showing posts with label Jim Carrey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jim Carrey. Show all posts
Friday, 15 July 2011
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Because this just came up in the comments of the last post (that is, I brought it up) and because it's my birthday (note: I will find a way to say "it's my birthday" in every post I write today, apparently) I am now posting this dance sequence from 1985's teen vampire classic (note: I am the only person that considers this movie a classic) Once Bitten, and there's nothing you can do about it!
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You guys have no idea what a big part of my adolescence this scene was. I had this shit memorized. I probably still do, somewhere in my brain, and if I ever happen to be at your house and you happen to play the song "Hands Off" I just might happen to clear the center of the dance floor and act out all three characters routines at once in an impossible feat of time-and-space manipulation the likes of which you have never seen before and will never see again, the latter because it will tear apart the very fabric of the universe with its sheer fucking awesomeness. Just sayin.
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Friday, 17 June 2011
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So I heard it on good authority, a real "Hush! Hush!" scoop here, that Green Lantern is a pile of balls. Who'da thunk? I mean, obviously the people behind the scenes were making the right decisions right off the bat when they decided that they'd have their lead actor, well known for his perfectly sculpted everything, wear CG instead of spandex. Good choices abounded!
So I heard it on good authority, a real "Hush! Hush!" scoop here, that Green Lantern is a pile of balls. Who'da thunk? I mean, obviously the people behind the scenes were making the right decisions right off the bat when they decided that they'd have their lead actor, well known for his perfectly sculpted everything, wear CG instead of spandex. Good choices abounded!
This whole weekend's a write-off, ain't it? The only reason I'm glad Mr. Popper's Penguins is here is if I had to sit through that trailer one more time I was gonna smelt somebody's face. That's right - SMELT! I'll do it! I've got a... a... smelter? Right here! Alright whatever this has devolved into nonsense (yeah, devolved, had a real far trip down the evolutionary ladder there).
Point being, go read some more of what I have to say about this weekend's abysmal crap-fest of movies at Celebrity Beehive. Personally I'm skipping the junk and going for the 3D Hitchcock!
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