This week I am starting a new column of reviews based on my opinions of the past week in entertainment. This might just save you money and time or waste both.
SNL was great as they continued their spot on imitations of the politicians and their Best Of moments from the past week. Biden, keep your pie hole shut and march quietly toward the finish line. Seriously dude, put a sock in it and bite down. Coldplay performed in weather worn military inspired costumes they purchased when Michael Jackson sold off the contents of his storage facility in Barstow. Creepy unidentified stains, anyone? Chris Martin bounced around the stage with his tiny piano at his side and weird arm colored bands and I thought I was watching a movie where Ben Affleck was unconvincingly playing a rock star.
Real Time With Bill Maher had Tim Robbins looking scared and focused when discussing Obama and the election. He’s right. We are not there yet. Don’t take it for granted. VOTE! And he’s now a silver fox, still doing Susan “Fun Bags” Sarandon and directing local LA theatre that no one sees.
Little Britain USA should have stayed across the pond with their off colored afternoon tea parties and jolly British references that no American will ever get because reading and paying attention is too damn difficult. IT WAS MY FAVORITE SHOW IN ITS ORIGINAL FORM. Oh, Vicky Pollard, you are not half the women you once were.
The film Rachel Getting Married is a tour de force of discomfort. I loved it simply for the reason that it made me realize my family is perfectly sublime and I am happy NOT to have a drug addiction or residual anger from a terrible divorce or tragic accident in a pond in my upscale Connecticut neighborhood. Anne Hathaway really channeled the scum bag ex-boyfriend who went to prison. Method acting at its best. Though, I did feel that the violent slaps she traded with Debra Winger had some reality to it. Shirley MacLean, anyone?
I saw the end of Adrien Grenier’s documentary Shot in the Dark and I can’t have those 20 minutes back, EVER! He not only sucks on Entourage but his foray into directing is a trip to the dentist with no Novocain or hope of survival. You don’t even get a free toothbrush or bubble gum flavored toothpaste. God help us if this guy makes anything else besides reservations at the trendy and terrible restaurants in Los Angeles that only his characters would frequent.
Jeremy Piven has a great publicist who clearly is sleeping with an intern at The New York Times Arts and Leisure section. We get it, J. You are finally getting the accolades you think you deserve. Now go play that Hollywood guy on Broadway that you never play and stop harboring a grudge with John Cusack for being famous years before you were and tossing you small, sad little bones so you could play his various sidekicks while he got all the love and you just made scale + 10 and sulked in your trailer.
NOTE: Next time you are interviewed in a major publication, don’t drink a foamy Chai Tea while the reporter showers you with questions about your childhood. That’s like ordering a chardonnay on a first date.
Hey Rachel Maddow of The Rachel Maddow Show on MSNBC. Good for you for beating all the WASPY, golf playing, dudes in your time slot including the douche bags at Fox. I just wish you had a better hair cut and a higher voice. Who’s kidding who? I would kill for your job… But the wardrobe?
Ellen, please stop dancing.
Now Playing (But Shouldn't Be)
Nights in Rodanthe
Filth and Wisdom (Director- Madonna)
Movies you should NOT Netflix or Pay Per View:
The Love Guru
What Happens In Vegas
Leatherheads
Saw I through IV
Any Recent Film with Nicolas Cage, John Travolta or Period Costumes
T.V. Shows To Avoid Like The Plague
The Mentalist
True Blood
Paris Hilton’s B.F.F.
Anything on FOX News
Anything With Rachael Ray
Anything With Mario Lopez
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