Showing posts with label Woody Allen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Woody Allen. Show all posts

Tuesday, 28 June 2011

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Well firstly it's probably time to wipe off your damn face. Jeez. Doesn't that possessed-by-demons house have any Baby Wipes laying around? Rip out a page of the damn Necronomicon if you have to then. God. Just clean yourself!

Secondly, it's time to head over to The Film Experience and read this week's "Team Experience," wherein Nat rounds up his TFE contributors, my humble self included, and gets our takes on a couple of topics pertinent to the time. And good clean fun was had by all, the end.
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Michael Sheen: Little Tramp or Big Droog?
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(pics via) I ask you, is there anything Michael Sheen cannot do? I was reminded of this cold hard fact while watching Midnight in Paris this week - I love Michael Sheen, and he made me want to tear the tongue right out of his mouth! Which, uh, I do believe is the reaction we were meant to have towards his character. You know you're in trouble if you've got Carla Bruni rolling her eyes at you.

Monday, 27 June 2011

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