Okay so wait…so it’s news that Katy Perry rode some giant cock-shaped thing just to be more famous? Doesn’t she do that every day? And isn’t the fact that Gayle King rode anything cock-shaped the real story here? God I can’t keep it all straight.
Considering it’s now official that we live in a Third World banana republic (when the illegitimate ruling junta doesn’t even bother to cover its tracks when trying to zap its chief political opponent, the “golden days” of the American republic are well and truly over), can you blame anyone who’s looking for a little escapism?… Read More ‘Beach Party’ (1963): Sun, music & surf for your summer blues
Flipping through some possible DVD choices on a typically fetid, humid summer night here in the Great American Middle West, I popped in director Frank Tashlin’s spy spoof Caprice from 1967 (I needed something with snow in it), starring the one and only Doris Day.
Grotesque enough at times for a few laughs…but woefully f*cked up.
Okay, now look: if you’re stupid enough to actually watch the Super Bowl this year believing that the fix isn’t in, now that the globalist Uni-Party has paid the curiously asexual PSYOP/singer to “hook up” (rrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiight) with the bone-headed “clot shot” shill, all in service of the eventual President Bumbles endorsement, well…I don’t know what… Read More ‘The Oklahoma City Dolls’ (1981): Skip the Big Game. THIS is more fun!
Brilliant, surreal physical comedy, where torture and pain are elevated to breathtaking grace.
The allure of money is irresistible, especially if you’re a ’90s slacker loser.
…or: The Quentin Tarantino Story!
Now, what I originally wanted to write about 2007’s direct-to-video prequel, The Dukes of Hazzard: The Beginning (Unrated)―that it’s a perfect movie for a 14-year-old male…or any arrested-development guy, for that matter―sadly doesn’t apply any more, most likely.
John Wayne would have been 115 years old this month (what do you want from me? You come up with these reviews after a 2-week bender).
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