the lifeless stare he has while listening to the song answers the eternal question, “is there an afterlife?"
there is not. only this.
the lifeless stare he has while listening to the song answers the eternal question, “is there an afterlife?"
there is not. only this.
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once again, never tell a head hunting agency that you have a background in social media, worked as an online producer on a weekly TV show, a PA on episodic content, freelance writer, podcaster or edited a subscription calendar for a trade magazine.
because this is apparently the best job you’ll get offered.
"I don’t know where Val ends and the the character begins."
The Film-hijto. (Taken with Instagram)
Sweet drips, brah (Taken with Instagram)
At the halfway point of Leos Carax’ Holy Motors, we’re treated to an intermission. Which is a somber cover of “Let My Baby Ride" by actor Denis Lavant that turns into a motherfucking breakdown jam as he’s joined by more accordion players, percussion, a guitarist and more wandering through an abandoned church until he breaks it down with a simple “THREE, TWOTWELVE,SHIT!"
I am terrible at hearing “two" and “twelve" in French.
what spielberg is too afraid to show you: why lincoln really died.
In hindsight, this was a poor purchase at NYCC 2006. (Taken with Instagram)
“A Manhattan jury yesterday heard gruesome details about how a handsome young model allegedly killed and castrated his older lover, then slit his own wrists and applied the severed testicles to his bleeding arms so he could “harness their power.”
“He took the testicles and put one on each wrist,” said Rubin Sinins, the lawyer for Portuguese underwear model Renato Seabra, 22, in opening statements for the most lurid and graphic murder trial in recent Manhattan history.
”
The Post’s lede?
"That’s nuts!"
“Today I was reading about how Lena Dunham seems poised to get at least $3.6 million dollars for her debut book deal and feeling some feeling that is definitely not jealousy but that I don’t know the exact word for. The sensation itself is akin to what I imagine it would be like if a large land mammal was sitting on my chest and panting heavily. Kind of hot and flattened. To combat that feeling, I scrolled down to read the comments on that article, I guess because some part of me in that moment preferred the sensation of my brain being both shit on and set on fire at the same time. And of course it only took two or three commenters to bring up “the n-word.”
How do you replace Nick Fury, the comic character, when Nick Fury, the film character based on the comic character, is played by Samuel L. Jackson?
It’s easy.
Go Teddy! (Taken with Instagram)