Let me start by saying I really liked George Miller's Mad Max: Fury Road. Remember that when I am using it as an example of all that is wrong in the world.
There's a terrific comic-book sensibility to this film, which is high praise for the work of a seventy-year-old man. In contrast to that other George, I feel like this movie -- with its blood, sweat and gears -- is the proper spiritual sequel to the original Star Wars.
Featuring Tom Hardy in the role that first launched Mel Gibson's star into the stratosphere, Fury Road is a worthy addition to the canon.
The original director George Miller has breathed new life into that classic franchise and the result is an absolutely riveting, visually arresting and perfectly acted film that sets up a netherworld where water and gasoline are at a premium, evildoers rule and humanity is down on its luck.
"Fury Road" is less a sequel than a reimagining of this post-apocalyptic mythology.
Too hot for one role, not hot enough for the other and I say: MAKE IT STOP. Hot is not a cup size, a waist measurement or a perfectly symmetrical face... hot is confident, strong and willing to take chances.
Regardless the reason for the bad representation, every actress can probably save 10 percent in agent fees by negotiating her own deals. Agents, who are supposed to be good counsel, agents, who are supposed to have clients' backs, should get their acts in gear and start negotiating for their female clients, just as they do for their male clients.
American actors are not always the first choices to play the most American of characters. And while I love those from abroad, I don't want all my favorite roles taken from them.
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I've reportedly been drinking decaffeinated coffee at work. I say "reportedly" because that's the word journalists use to hedge their reporting in the face of unbelievably horrific news.
The UN is as much stage as platform for diplomatic exchange, and the Kremlin is no longer so keen on keeping the curtain up.
When you are tastefully sexy AND doing things to improve the world, it's so much more powerful and inspiring than just looking hot in front of the camera.
Seth MacFarlane is the creative force behind the new movie A Million Ways To Die In the West. He co-wrote it, produced it, directed it and stars in it. Therefore any praise should go to him, and any complaints should also be aimed his way.
Yes, it's gross. Yes, it's tasteless. But none of that is a problem if you're making some kind of bold social observation, blazing some new trail, or just plain being funny. Instead, A Million Ways to Die in the West feels like lukewarm leftovers from comedies that got there first and did it better.
I'm not going to apologize for laughing my ass off at Seth MacFarlane's A Million Ways to Die in the West.
Wondering how to make Mother's Day a special day for mom? Give her gift some thought, and chose something special, just like her, and oh yes, pick up your socks.