When Celebrity Lookalikes Go Wrong

Anybody notice how the star of Michael Powell's controversial, intriguing, disturbing, excessively Freudian, but woefully neglected film Peeping Tom (1960), Carl Boehm,

looks just like the man who recently confessed to killing America's decade-long pedophilic fascination, JonBenet Ramsey:

Speaking of how "fucked" beauty pageants and the creepy parents that willingly sexualize their six-year old girls are, see Little Miss Sunshine, one of the better film released so far this year.

Mrs. Cat

Mrs. Paper Cat is a very classy lassy. I know, you know it, and the Marican people know it. Mostly that's because it's airbrushed on this T-shirt she always wears. While the genius of Jean-Luc Godard and John Cassavetes may elude her at times (can you believe she called him Jen-Luc Dullard?), she does have one undeniable talent: she's a puzzle genius.


In other words, she's damn good at Super Collapse! 3. This makes up for the fact that she has already thrown her monetary support at Snakes On a Plane.

Soap

Seriously, people. This is Holly, writing this entry from the smoggy glow of the Inland Empire in Southern California, warning you to beware of the hype surrounding Snakes on a Plane.

1. You should not care about this movie because it (probably) sucks.
2. By paying to see it, you are encouraging Hollywood to make even more shitty films.
3. Samuel L. Jackson says "motherfucker" more eloquently in other films (I direct you to immediately [re-]watch Pulp Fiction [1994]).

Admittedly, I am curious about the following things:

1. Will the plane crash? :)
2. How can this film be longer than eight minutes?
3. Little known fact--Holly HATES snakes. Therefore, will Samuel L. actually kill all the motherfucking snakes on the motherfucking plane? If not, I want my money back -- and I haven't even bought a ticket.
3. Why can't the Internet do this for films that might actually contribute to the artistic sensibilities of moviegoers, cineastes or other people looking for beauty in unlikely places? Why no big Internet hoopla over There Will Be Blood or The Fountain?

Let this entry start it.

Wahhhh!

Hipsters like Holly and me don't generally have much time for television. We all know that the best shows get canceled quickly anyway. But if you're a bored hipster with cable, you're probably watching It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia before it gets canceled. I know I am. It's pretty clearly the new Seinfeld for Generation X (and I mean the gen x that has nothing to do with Billy Idol).

I'm convinced that the Sunny character Charlie is about the best thing on TV right now. You better catch him on the season two finale this week. Don't miss it! Who knows, it might get canceled soon...