Barely a news story.
Best For Film’s newest writer Carl Anka demolishes his BFF cherry with an essay on why film comedy has never been, and will never be, as good as it was in the 1980s. Contains borderline-diabetic levels of John Candy.
Unconfirmed sources report that an angry chicken with a vendetta may appear.
Only if Bruce Willis joins as Audrey
What do the pink-footed goose, the snowy owl, Owen Wilson, the magpie, the greater spotted woodpecker, Jack Black, the skua, the great grey owl, Steve Martin and more than seven hundred other birds have in common? They’re all in The Big Year, a truly inexplicable film about more twitching than you’d get if you electrocuted a person who was already very twitchy. Somehow or other, it’s not that bad.
It’s a real corker.
Eat Pray Love + Men = ???
Yeah. But really?
Eat up your learning kids, it’s ever so good for you and you’ll get a biscuit after. This week we’re talking a little about writer, director and producer Nancy Meyers – once the most successful female director of all time and cheesecake entrepreneur. Confused? READ ON.
We’ve all heard the good news – the Governator has hung up his democratic sash and is preparing to step back into his loincloth/leather jacket/commando boots of unremitting ass-kickery for some new and crunchy films. Among the fifteen projects Arnie is reportedly considering are remakes of Predator and True Lies, as well as yet another Terminator sequel; but we think he should be diversifying…