Classic films, classic scenes:
Joe Gillis (played by William Holden, the sexiest man who ever lived) endures the advances of Gloria Swanson (Nora Desmond) — watch here.
Atlantans, take note: "Sunset Boulevard" will be screened Tuesday night at the Plaza on Ponce. I’ll be there, and so should you. Revival cinema needs your support.
Old age kept me in tonight, and I spent five excruciatingly vacuous minutes watching one of the Charlie’s Angels movies. Surprisingly, I was challenged.
Who do I despise more: Drew Barrymore or Cameron Diaz? Tough call, but some casual research reaffirmed a superior loathing of the former (from an interview promoting the godawful Angels sequel):
I know what I wanted [Angels] to be: I love love, and I love couples,
and I think about couples going to the movies. I was so profoundly
wanting a couple to watch this movie and have the guy dig what he was
seeing-love the action, love the girls, not [be] bummed out that the
girlfriend is dragging him to this movie-yet the woman [isn't]
threatened. The woman is thinking, This is about women, I am a woman,
therefore I can do this.
Yeah, I can be a dumb giggly bitch performing impossible stunts in a movie directed by a Joel Schumacher-wannabe who thinks so highly of himself that he goes by the name McG. Girl power, yo!
It is, actually, but the masses missed out on Richard Hell. This song belongs on every jukebox — maybe I should be thankful that it’s not.
