The terrible reviews for Confessions of a Shopaholic, a celebration of materialism couched as cautionary moralizing, make for good fun. Here's Jessica Reaves at the Chicago Tribune: "If there is a single bright spot in the financial crisis, it is the possibility that one day producer Jerry Bruckheimer will run out of money. In a more just world, this would have happened before he gave the green light to Confessions of a Shopaholic, a thin, largely unfunny comedy that marries lazy filmmaking with bad timing. Star Isla Fisher (Wedding Crashers) is charming enough, and a gifted physical comic, but this material is so predictable and leaden that even she has no prayer of keeping it afloat."
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isn't the friday the 13th movie a reboot of the series?
Sigh, I remember when The Muppets Take Manhattan was playing at the multiplex—across the way was Ghost Busters!
What's with that photo? A preview of Obama's gays in the military policy?
They filmed The International outside my building. It looked awful out of context and from a distance. Or at least, very boring. Even by filming standards.
Clive Owen is totally fuckable though.
Re Clive, I agreed with this comment on Jezebel:
http://jezebel.com/5153192/the-ladies-of-the-view-think-clive-owen-is-hot?t=10723720#c10723720
Jen, thanks for linking to that quote. It's so funny, and so so true.
Yeah, I mean, I'm not gay, but...