Complaints that were vague and generalized (note: not racist) were looked at as acceptable in the mid-2000s. Now you have to be ultra specific about your complaints.
You open up a program. That program is “The Microsoft, Word.”
Revising a manuscript is incredibly stressful.
We were given half-baked franchise films, overblown biopics, and a consistent stream of duds. But beneath the vapid surface that cinema had to offer last year, there were some genuinely great films.
There’s a girl on the treadmill in front of me. Blonde hair, fair skin, fit—but thick where it counts.
Is anyone else perturbed by the fact that a conglomerate founded by a bodiless Nazi-symapthizer owns just about every beloved character in the history of cinema? Okay, maybe just about every is an exaggeration.
Spike Lee, for some reason or another, decided to tackle what some would consider an impossible task: to remake one of the greatest films of all time.
It hasn’t been a full month since Corey Feldman’s autobiography Coreyography was released, but the book may just pull the rug out from beneath Marc Maron’s feet as the best memoir and, potentially, the best non-fiction book of 2013.
Racism. Intrigue. Propaganda. Hitler was capable of many things and he wore his hair flat to his head, much like an emotional mid-2000s adolescent. Perhaps Nazi/alien communication did, indeed, occur as the 1937 UFO crash in Freiburg, Germany suggests.