Norman Chad’s describes a typical Pete Rose day… it takes one gambler to know another, and remember kids, you gots to know when to hold them, know when to fold themm, know when to walk away and yes, know when to run
The Namesake Kumar Goes White Trailer (probably the best I’ve seen all year)
Adapted from the vastly popular Jhumpa Lahiri novel of the same name, The Namesake is the Indian-American equivalent of My Big Fat Greek Wedding. I don’t mean that it’s a dopey comedy filled with more stereotypes than a Michael Richards stand-up act, but it’s an exploration of an old world mixing it up in the new world, when second generation children grow up in a society much different than their immigrant parents did, and where each family member must figure out where their cultural identity lies.
Instead of a Windex spraying father and an overbearing mother, we’re invited into the lives of the more down to (planet) earth Ashoke and Ashima Ganguli (both eggceptionally played by Bollywooders Irfan Khan and Tabu), who were brought together by way of an arranged marriage and brought from thier native land to NYC in search of a better tomorrow. In a span of two fast-paced hours, we see the couple adapt to their new surroundings, be fruitful and multiple, and then watch their children as they turn more into everyday Americans than yesteryear Indians. It’s a lot of ground to cover in that time span, which is both the movie’s greatestist asset and weakness. Asset, cause the film never stops being engaging, but a weakness, cause it feels like some bits are glossed over or not even fully explored… that’s probably what made the book such a good read
So I’m sure you’re wondering about the name and the actor who plays him, for heaven’s sake. Well, Mr & Mrs Ganguli temporarily name their first boy Gogol, as in the Russian writer Nikolai, not as in Golgo 13. Hollywood stoner Kal Penn is refreshing in role of the culturally criss-crossed Gogol, but it’s not the kind of performance that you’d say is an absolute breakthrough, as I’m sure many had hope it would. I think it’s still possinle, but he would have keep working in more films like these and less in ones where he’s required to have a BA in Bong-ology. Either way, his future is looking quite bubbly for Kumar
Possible Porno Name: For Taint’s Sake
Mirar Nair: Nair directed the sultry ’96er Kama Sutra: A Tale of Love, which had Rome‘s Niobe gettin busy with the likes of Lost‘s Sayid. And yes, since tits about the KS, there’s plenty of NSFWness to go round!
John Grisham’s Jizzum (aka Verdict): honestly, the trailer was better than the movie, but this thang is fo sho a Jeepers Worth A Peepers•
Music & Lyrics Tone Definitely Not Worth Running To The Theater For Trailer
This is like every other lame-brained rom-com you’ve ever seen, cept this one finally pits Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore in the ways of love and Mad-Lib Hollywood screenwriting. I bet Hollywurst is already trying to figure out a way to put Adam Sandler and Sandra Bullock into some sorta wacky boy meets grrrrl situation. Too bad they already used up that time traveling mail box idea! Anywho, Music & Lyrics is about nothing you need to concern yourself with, yet it’s still charming. Charming only cause of its leads and not with the material that they’re working with. This movie is a poopstain, but if you’re forced into it, like yours drooly, there are two things that make it OK to not slit your eyes, repoopulous stizz…
1) the beerlarious video for Hugh Grant’s Wham!ish 80s band Pop! (the em pee 3 can be found b-low)
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2) the hotness that is up and coming on my face Haley Bennett
Mike Judge’s his and her stair-a-cool Office Space follow up is and was the breastest rental of ’07/sorta-unreleased movie of ’06! Tis quite a shame that Fox had nofaith in the film cause tits mo funny than the last 42 Frat-Pack films that were released! And yes, Earl Mann is da mann! Not only did he provided the VO for Idiocracy but he’s also one of the main voices for NFL films
and oh yeah, The Holiday blows wurster than a Tony Danza talk show. Jack Black tried to be serious, but I don’t think anyone really asked for it. Spreaking of, Tenacious D in ‘The Pick of Destiny’ was outta control bananas for the first 10 minutes. Sadly, the rest of the film was more of a grapefruit
Although Austin’s annual South By Southwest music eggstravaganza sounds like the grandest event of the year, I doubt I’ll ever go. It’s not that I have anything against rockin out with my cockin out in the great state of Tejas, but there’s this thing called the NCAA Tourney that commences over the same weekend, and lettuce be honest, it trumps everything, including HJs, BJs, and seeing The Zico Chain in some sweaty bar! Anywho, lucky number slevin for me that a lot of these bands and musicians stop by NYC before heading south by southwest (ha!). Over the next three nights, I’m catching three of these acts, starting with ex-Luscious Jackson lead Jill Cunniff
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I cannot pinpoint when I fell in love with Jill Cunniff, but I can tell you that its been a love that has lasted almost 15 years, and a love that will last another 15 years, if not 1,500 years! While I’ve basically been out of the Luscious Jackson loop since their ’96 release Fever In Fever Out, I’ve never forgotten the hottness that is JC. And after catching one of her first solo gigs, at the Merc, I muss say that this mother of two is hottier than ever. Even hottier than Pat Summitt AND your moms!
Jill is not only hot, but she’s got the voice of an angel… the HOTTIEST ANGEL MT EVEREST!!! While her singing chops defined the sound of Luscious Jackson, Luscious Jackson did not define her. Take away the phat beats, as she did with then keyboardist Vivian Trimble for the side project Kostars and their one fab album Klassics With A ‘K’, and you will see who’s the most luscious of them all! Well, 12 long years after that side project, Jill finally has dropped her first solo album, the simple, fun and breezy City Beach. While most may find it all too mellow, I say give it a try, I say that you should say HELLO!
Oh, you wanted to know about the show? She was hot and so were her tunes. I want to make love to her and I want to make love to her music. And since tits impossible to make love to music I guess I’ll settle on making love while her music plays in the background!
Remember Thighs Wide Year 1? We hadn’t the slightest idea as to what the fridge we were frazzen. Year 2 wasn’t much different, cept our penis outgrew our ego by something like 20 inches. And so here we here, Year 3. A lot has changed. We’ve gottsen lazyierer. You blame YouTube. I blame Valerie Plame. But lettuce not play the Plame game. Lettuce ketchup on all the poop that’s worth re-pooping!!!
May 5 – Peabs returns from his self-imposed exile to give us his indepth take on his Coachella trip, which includes some ye olde fisting of Cesar Chavez with a buckle full of table grapes and a head full of bad memories. Obvs.
December 20 – Underdog movie news prompts us to use toon versh for our background pic, which sadly forked up our system and every post prior to it is now stuck with said bckgnd image
February 9 – in one of the mos quietestest dethrownings, we bid adieu to year-shlong reign of Camilla Belle and hola to Her Royal Thighness The VIII, Leonor Ceballos Watling
20. Mar, 2007 
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