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Forehead Tittaes w/Marion Cotillard!

Agassi vs Sampras, doing each other a dis-service!

Tom Ford totally has a hard-on for Nick Hoult, but who doesn’t?

Jennifer Ellison back to showing off her assets 4 weeks after giving birth!

there’s a new king of King of Kong!

he does!

The Afterlife! (w/audio) [b3ta]

Favreau & Vaughn, you can take yer ‘Vegas baby’ babble and shove it up yer couples retreated a$$, cause everyone seems to four and fiveget the ultimate ‘Vegas here we come’ hither, handed in by the much more thighnamic duo of Hoffman & Cruise, as seen in Rain Main

and ooooooooooooooooooh what a tune that wass by Hans Zimmer [empea3]!!!!!  makes us want to get all sweaty and play the sax or at least have some hot sweaty saxxxxxx!!!

Alice In Wonderland
Alice Doesn’t Live or Breathe Here Anymore
Official Website | Trailer & Mo

The pieces were all in place to make this latest incarnation of Alice In Wonderland Alice in wonderful: a visionary loony director, complete with a stop at Disney on his resume (Tim Burton), a comely sorta-young girl with chops le acting (Mia Wasikowska), all supported by a cast of dudes and two dudettes more stellar than Stellan Skarsgård (Johnny Depp, Helena Bonham Carter, Anne Hathaway, Matt Lucas, Crispin Glover!!!, and the voices of Stephen Fry, Michael Sheen, Alan Rickman, Timothy Spall).  Having the pieces are one thing, but how they’re played is all that matters, and while Burton is game, and the race to the finish line is certainly a whimsical one, the product is predictable and juss another notch on his belt of misfire remakes, even if it is the best of em (that’s best of the worst, as Sleepy Hollow is très magnifique!).  Like his Wonka, its beginning is all smooth sailing, then our protagonist enters whatever out of this world world they get themselves mixed up in and it all falls to sleepage.  So when Alice falls down the hole, instead of bothering yoself with what comes next, you might as well hit stop and pop in the Disney cartoon instead

Drink Me: looks like someone resurrected one of our mos flavorite sites, Fake Dr Pepper!!!

Verdictgo:  Sum Merit But No Stinkin Badges

Alice is currently mostly tweedledumb at a theater near jews.  also, opening in NY only today is The Exploding Girl, a flick we caught at last year’s Thighbeca FF and said was ’so snoozetastic that it makes Wendy & Lucy look as fast & furious as a Jan de Bont flick!‘

and until next thyme the balcony is clothed…

meat the American kids that will soon tarnish Skins‘ good name, whenever the Baltimore-set remake decides to rear its mos likely ooogly head

then again, season 4 of Skins, currently airing back across the pond, is doing a purty good job on its own of tarnishing the brand.  bee leave you we, it’s not the characters (well cept for boring Freddy), but the fact that the writers have either done nothing with em (where’d Pandora go? did she get lost on Pandora??) or too much of the same thing with em (seriously, how many more things can Effy do to her body? and do we care?  did we ever?).  but alas, we can’t hate too much, herspecially if the Prescott/Fitch twins are still around flexing their muscles and breaking hearts (mostly their own) with them big bootyful saucer eyes of theirs

then again, why the helga did Emily/Kathryn have to get even skinner this season, when she was perfect skinny to begin with last season?

all-dough she gets continued bonus/boner points for the early morning wedgies!

and then again, why the hogarth did Katie/Megan have to get skinnyer tat all, when her cubby chubstein look was a-thru-z-dorable?

maybe’s this is why…

Peace The Fork Out To

Whatever Happened To

Corey Ian Haim

1971 -2010

there are places to eat b4 u die

and then there are places to eat that will make u die

and make you want to die…t immediately

and one of them places

is one of our new moist flavorite places

Charles’ Country Pan Fried Chicken

Charles’es’s is a tiny Harlem hole in the wall where the name of the shame is a way too affordable ALL YOU CAN EAT buffet, consisting of such artery-clogging bestness as crispy fried chicken, fall off the boner ribs and every single scrumptious soul food side you could imagine. drinks are included, and we recommend you get yerself an Arnold Palmer (although you probably shouldn’t ask for it by that name). and if you have room to spare at the end (good luck), indulge in their yumcredible banana pudding, which will be sure to put the icing on your cardiac arrest

thighly recommend?  what do you think?  juss don’t come anywhere near us as we’re still farting from our Sunday splurge