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entertainment
| April 14, 2004 3:58pm |
| I've added a bunch of new movie reviews over the
past month, and I guess the only way you could get to them was through
google or imdb. Oops, my mistake. Here is a list of all the movie
reviews I've done recently:
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| March 2, 2004 12:46am |
| Well, looks like it's been exactly a month since
this page was last updated, maybe I'll have to consolidate a few
sections into one. I've finally got the ball rolling, and I hope
to give you some fresh content every day, starting ... NOW. Here's
my review of the 1993 classic, Dazed and Confused |
| February 2, 2004 11:46am |
| I actually watched the Super Bowl half-time show last night, and
for the most part it was horrible. There was one shining moment
right at the end when Justin Timberlake ripped a piece off Janet
Jackson's top, revealing one of her breasts (although there was
some sort of a pasty on it, the nipple was still partially exposed).
I'd have to say that was probably the most shocking Super Bowl-related
moment I have ever witnessed. It was barely enough to make up for
the rest of the show, which included such washed-up artists as Nelly,
Kid Rock, and Jessica Simpson. |
| December 29, 2003 1:06am |
| I'm not sure if anyone else is following this, but I'm really
excited about The
Rum Diary, which is in production right now and due to be released
sometime in the upcoming year. This will be the second adaptation
of a Hunter S. Thompson novel, following the cult hit Fear
and Loathing in Las Vegas. Where
the Buffalo Roam was also a semi-biographical take on Thompson's
life. Every day I'm amazed that the great gonzo journalist is still
alive. He's had more drugs in his body than your local pharmacy
will ever stock. |
| December 28, 2003 9:35pm |
For those of you that haven't been keeping up with entertainment
news in the past week, here's what you may have missed: The Lord
of the Rings: The Return of the King has cleaned up at the box
office, but anyone could have predicted that. Alan Bates died
of pancreatic cancer at age 69 (only I, the great prophet of death,
saw that one coming), and Michael Jackson is desperately trying
to save his career by denying all charges against him (here's
a shocker: I believe him!) |
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