Did Rachel McAdams grow a terrorist neck-beard for her role as newspaper “gossipeuse” Ken Layne? These questions, and more: “Russell Crowe is in strong form as a star investigative reporter definitely of the old school, deftly handling the time-honored cliches of being poorly-dressed, ultra-messy, overweight, and driving a decidedly unstylish car. Rachel McAdams plays up the clash between the classic newspaper culture and the blogosphere as the Washington paper’s political gossipeuse a la Wonkette. Crowe nails her with some apt zingers about blogging stereotypes — all attitude and opinion, sensationalism and shallow facts — and they develop into a good team.”
This is nonsense, Hollywood! How dare they suggest that Washington newspaper reporters and bloggers from Mean Girls not only get along professionally in the end, but probably have sexytime too! (Why else would they both be in the movie, insult-flirting?) Hot-people-sex, while reporting on dangerous newspaper-blog hybrid journalistic scoops!
A more accurate representation of Washinton would be, say, an assistant editor from The American Prospect and a media rep from Politico meeting each other at 9:00 on a Saturday night in the Cosi just north of Dupont; one would order hot chocolate and the other a MOCHA and they’d grab the other’s drink accidentally and exchange them and introduce themselves and then the assistant editor would say “It’s you! The one who e-mails all the press releases!” And after five minutes of chatting they would each return to reading policy papers or The Corner on their laptops.
Matt Welch has more horrifying stories about how Newspapermen are responding to this film:
Cue applause, as the credits roll. Literally. “I looked around me as a room full of journalists sat, transfixed, during the closing credits,” the New Jersey Star-Ledger’s Stephen Witty wrote, in a piece headlined, “The ‘State’ of Newspapers.” “No it wasn’t because of outtakes, or a sudden don’t-blink twist. It was the footage that those credits played out against, a sight that’s in real danger of disappearing these days: The presses of a big-city newspaper, roaring to life. [...] It was the movie’s background—a big-city newsroom full of swaggering journalists, unemployable-in-any-other-profession eccentrics, toe-to-toe shouting matches and the comforting feeling that maybe, just maybe, you were doing something that needed to be done.”
The most important question in America right now is whether Anthony Lane or David Denby was assigned to review this movie in the New Yorker. Would Denby be capable of not fapping to this newspaper-pornography for the few minutes he would need to write its important review?
The State of Play of “State of Play” [HuffPo]
Ink-Stained Retch [Reason]
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Hey, speaking of “News”, on Jake Tapper’s ABC blog “Live from Trinidad” there’s an assassination comment on the message board that’s been there all day:
“Maybe one of them Navy Seals can do what a Marine did to John F Kennedy and save America.”
I’ve posted several comments challenging it that have all been deleted.
So Jake Tapper isn’t a Butt-Boy so much as a Teabagger.
WHO KNEW?!?
Noble fights about integrity, shootings, near-death experiences, hot babes to bone, knowing that your story and WHAT NEWSPAPERS DO is the most important thing in the world, ever, in the history of important things–just another day as a newspaper journalist.
Also, why is the blogette hanging around the newsroom? Doesn’t she have some free Subway’s WiFi to be taking advantage of?
ben affleck is a jinx
I like Russell Crowe’s acting, but not him so I don’t feel bad when I suggest that the alt-text be: “What we eat at the buffet table echoes in eternity.”
As for the movie. Any movie based on hero journalists makes me laugh considering the reality of the US America MSM’s ass kissing and toady-ism since I remember (and I remember the 80s.)
[re=293709]ManchuCandidate[/re]: Crowe was such a fat (but funny) bastard in Body of Lies last year. I think he put on weight just for the movie. Also, I like how there’s an ad for the movie right
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there.
Look’s like Russell’s been EATIN’ round the world.
Well, at least Russell doesn’t have to be worried about being mistaken for ‘just a pretty boy actor.’ Looks like that ship has sailed with the buffet at the Sizzler for him.
Anyone who has seen the British mini-series by this name is probably, like me, cringing at the Hollywood treatment this story has no doubt gotten. I wish they’d changed the name.
The British series is one of the smartest and most suspenseful I’ve ever seen. But no cutesy romance between reporters, nor anyone remotely resembling a wonkeratti. There is a romantic hookup, but it adds to the complications in the plot and isn’t cutesy at all. If I want to witness an elegy for the last of the giant presses printing a daily, I’ll watch Season 5 of The Wire again.
Helen Mirren, I’m assuming, is added for gravitas. Because basically everything Russell Crowe has done since, shit, a Beautiful Mind? (more like The Insider or LA Confidential) has sucked. And Rachel McAdams is just so cuuuute.
I had a journalism class once. It did not help me get any loving, though.
Russell Crowe would like to think of himself as an important actor. He threw a phone at a hotel desk clerk. Naomi Campbell would like to think of herself as important. Also.
‘Old school investigative reporter’? Ain’t no such thing!! Between the heights of journalistic excellence (Noonan, Broder, Brooks), the agitprops (Kristol, Barnes, WSJ ed. board), the jesters (Limbaugh, Beck, O’Reilly), and the great unwashed (all journeymen-type journos) there aren’t many investigative types left. Not in DC. What possibly source would meet this ragamuffin in a proper bistro or bother to meet an obvious hobo anywhere in public?
No, all Beltway media is a rarefied club of fellow travelers who want only to be invited to all the right parties.
I.F. Stone, he ain’t.
Write that movie you got kicking around in your head. You know, the one about the intrepid Washington reporter with the courage to stand up to the administration. You know, fiction. Also.
Less Russell Crowe, more Rachel McAdams, plz. Kthnxbai.
““What we eat at the buffet table echoes in eternity.””
That’s a hell of a fart.
Zhu Bajie
Must take back what I said. EW gave it an A- and referred to a “wonkette.” Will Ken, Jim and Sara even know us when “our” wonkette is rich and famous?
I have a huge crush on Russell – leave him alone! He’s still hot.
I met Affleck and he implied that I was “slow” (mentally disabled) because he had to wait 30 seconds for something. JERK. He’s a terrible actor.
My Russell is lovely. Remember “LA Confidential”? swoon
CROWE: This story could win me a Pulitzer. If only I could figure out how evil corporation Pointcorp smuggles the microfiches into their desert hideaway. I’m baffled.
MCADAMS: *tap* *tap* *tap*
CROWE: Dammit, I’m trying to crack this case and all you do is blog. What are you typing now?
MCADAMS: Oh just some thing about turtles in the desert . . .
CROWE: Wait – that’s it! That’s how they do it. I’ve cracked the case. I love you! Kiss me, Layne!!
They kiss passionately.
FADE TO BLACK
CREDITS
The difference, though, is that we know old Russell cleans up well. Actual journalists? Not so much.
This can’t be a journalism movie unless they’re laying off people, covering celebrity antics instead of real news and asking reporters to take a pay cut. Oh, and they’ve got to “think Web” when they write their stories.
That’s the new journalism.
While investigating the death of a congressman’s negro who was mysteriously hit by a flying cow, Journalist/Superhero Crowe is jerked around until he’s crushed in a puddle of intrigue.
… and bloggin’ round the world!
[re=293718]chascates[/re]: Seymour Hersch? Or is he in NYC.
He still kicks ass.
[re=293736]hockeymom[/re]: True! He’s one of the last of the breed.
Movies?! Newspapers?!? Bah! – here’s a much better way to spend your weekend …
Crowe nails her with some apt zingers…
Oh, so that’s how movie stars have sex — with “zingers.” And here I was trying “pickup lines”.
[re=293737]chascates[/re]: I met him at a conference once and I turned into a total fan-girl. I think he was slightly alarmed.
[re=293741]hockeymom[/re]: Remember the old joke about telling someone that Mike Wallace is waiting to talk to them? I think Seymour Hirsch waiting around his office would give Dick Cheney pause. The NPR Fresh Air archive has several great interviews with him.
It would be kinda cool if his gang from Romper Stomper wandered into this film and whacked him for his blackberry.
Sorry guys, ’twas vastly underwhelming. The second I saw Ben Affleck sorta-kinda tear up, I couldn’t stop laughing. The “twists” were more than a little boring, and Jeff Daniels just cannot do “evil to save his life.
Weird casting choices for the “bad” guys.
were the “apt zingers” ALT TEXT’d? my thumbs await.
[re=293706]Origami[/re]: nice
Poor, poor newspapers. So sad.
[re=293713]Texan Bulldoggette[/re]:
They might have to rename of his greatest hits:
The Insider (at AppleB’s)
Flabbiator
3:10 to Pumas
Body of Pies
[re=293725]windupbird[/re]: Affleck was just preoccupied with his eagerness to get the set of Gigli 2…
[re=293750]El Pinche[/re]:
The Sum of Me
[re=293725]windupbird[/re]: When you come in only 4 nanoseconds, everything else seems to take a lifetime.
For some time State of Play was impossible to find, torrentially speaking. Not so anymore, so yippee! I’m gonna download that & watch it instead of this trash. Anything with John Simm in it is worth watching.
Searching for Rachel McAdams nude turns up some old movie she was in before she was famous where she was nekkid for like the whole movie Or so says some website that had a pic of her. That is the extent of her value to me.
Newspapers are going the way of the Dodo bird for many reasons. One possibly underemphasized reason is their mania for eliminating their competition over the past 20+ years. So many cities/towns formerly had two or more papers to keep each other on their toes. Without competition they got lazy, pathetic, incompetent.
Now they wonder why they’re going under. Probably has something to do with being 10+ years behind the times cuz there were no Joneseseses to keep up with anymore.
So I twittered Liz the other day and asked what the connection was between yoga and producing video. When Crowe loses his hair he can play me eating a pbj and Frances McDormand can play Liz ignoring me using Final Cut in the warrior pose.
See how I just pitched that to you without your knowledge?
You know where to find me, at Dunkin Donuts waiting to be discovered.
When I saw a clip on the teevee box I thought Russell was portraying Al Giordano.
[re=293775]Edywin[/re]: Will you be unconscious?
[re=293742]chascates[/re]:
It’s HERSH! SEYMOUR HERSH. For Christ’s sake people, you’re trying to elevate him as the last of the greats and you can’t get his fucking NAME RIGHT. Meanwhile, nobody has any trouble with “Russell Crowe” of “Ben Affleck.” This proves something or other, beyond a shadow of a doubt.
[re=293768]hobospacejunkie[/re]: Newspapers are going downhill for the same reason you, everyone here, and all of us or something understand. They suck.
Here is an example:
1. Run repeat articles out of the A.P.
2. Act like you can protect it.
3. Think that by taking columnists from other source newspapers, you are doing them a failure ER, making them money(!).
Let’s just watch them burn at this point. It’s much easier than caring.
[re=293782]artbot2000[/re]: I hang my head in shame. He deserves better, both in exposure and acclaim.
[re=293782]artbot2000[/re]: The one thing I can never get wrong is the quote (yet watch me fuck up here) where he went to interview the young GI who lost his leg the day after My Lai and who’s mother greeted him with:
“I gave them a good boy, and they sent me back a murderer.”
If we’re open threadin’, and I hope we are, because Russell Crowe makes for dull snark: overrated, overweight and, basically, over.
Anyhow, I think Mel Gibson, being the hugely important movie star that he is, just had a standing order: send Oksana to my trailer. Any Oksana that showed up would do.
But what of *Sheryl* Crow? Crow T. Robot?
Uh..I suppose the blogger in the film had to *eat* cro… Ah. Well. Never mind.
[re=293782]artbot2000[/re]: I added the extra “c” because I think he’s so great he deserves more letters in his name.
And because I iz stoopid. Also.
[re=293782]artbot2000[/re]: I never understood that, see, I have a fucking name. It’s Thundar. When I’m fucking, I’m thinking to myself ” Whoah Thundar…that’s good stuff” but your telling me Seymour Hershs fucking name is Seymor Hersh…how does that add too sexy time?
I am going to see a movie today called 17 Again, starring the great journalist, Zac Efron.
In this movie, I will discover how Zac met Deep Throat one Silent Spring at the My Lai Massacre.
I believe this movie is a musical.
“all attitude and opinion, sensationalism and shallow facts,”
Completely unlike “real” newspaper reporters these days.
[re=293789]TGY[/re]: Hmmmm. Qualified. Qualified? Hmmmm. Wow, what a question! Me, Crow T. Robot, what do I think? Am I qualified? Wow! That’s a heavy burden. How can I make a difference? CAN I make a difference? Oh surely, I’m but a single bot, alone, as it were, in the vast universe thing. Maybe I can change the world.
Perhaps I’ve looked at life from upside down. Hmmmm. Hey Cambot! Move it in a little and, uh, cue that uh moody music. Well, what would Joel do in a situation like this? No, no, nope nope, no, uh. I’ve got to learn to think for myself. To stand on my own two foot-like appendages. Seize the day. Yes. Think globally, act locally. Yes, by god, I can do it! Why, I could start a letter-writing campaign, yeah, that would help. And, uh, I could organize a bake sale. Or, uh, hey! We could ALL help! Come on friends, run to your window and shout, “I’m really cheesed and I’m not gonna hang around ’till this thing gets better!” Uh, why organize a, uh, improv group and do gorilla theatre at the food court in your mall. Dress a little differently. Make it more exciting for you and your spouse. Or here’s an idea: toss a little cajun spice into the party mix and watch the fun. Put on a one-man show and talk about your true inner feelings in an emotionally-charged, gut-wrenching, autobiographical account of your warped adolescence, and then watch the grant money come in. Whoooo! But don’t snap judge me. And then, watch that – uh, uh, I know! Put a drop of vanilla behind each ear and you Ìll smell like a cookie all day!
Or, eat an apple: nature’s toothbrush. Ask Mr. Owl how many licks it takes to get to the tootsie center. Have you met everyone on your block? Now would be a nice time to start, doncha think? Hmmmm. In a classroom, slide your desks together and create an ecology symbol. Police the lives of those around you and get your sensibilities way the heck outta whack! Parade up and down the street in your underwear. Impose your ideas on others! It’s easy! Crush someone with an emotional word or an enigmatic look. You decide. You do it!
[re=293764]Custerwolf[/re]: I wish I had thought of some witty retort……….I just got completely flustered and embarrassed. Anyway I hate to contribute to his movie’s box office take, but I am going to see this film tomorrow for my Russell. I heard Affleck described in a review as the weak link (mediocre acting) and that made me smile.
I saw the movie last night. As my friend Jason, “It’s not much of a suspense movie if I can figure out whodunit in the first five minutes!” Yes, I’d agree. But this movie did answer a lingering question I’ve had for a while about a very important topic: is Robin Wright Penn still HOT? The answer is YES, MOST DEFINITELY.
The big question is–when the Russell Crowe character sells his story to a movie producer, does he or the newspaper keep most of the profits?
[re=293783]shortsshortsshorts[/re]: #3, oh my god. It infuriates me to no end to open the Commercial Appeal (Memphis paper) and see a Charles Krauthammer editorial. Never mind that Charlie Cockknocker is an asshole with crappy opinions, and crappy legs, and why spread his bile further. Never mind that. If you really wanted to have someone fellate Bush every week in a column in your newspaper, I’m sure you can find someone locally to do it.
Just reach out into the exurbs and get one of the old crazies there to write a conservative column for you. And then you can get a young Memphian with a journalism degree to write a progressive opinion column, and everyone in the suburbs can dismiss it because the reporter is black. Nope, we’ve gotta get the opinions of George Will and E.J. Dionne, because the columnists at the WSJ, WaPo, and the Times are the only people in America whose opinion really matter. And lord knows you would never want your important opinion columnists to talk about local events.
[re=293800]loquaciousmusic[/re]: Absolutely.
[re=293798]Crow T. Robot[/re]: “Crush someone with an emotional word or an enigmatic look.”
I had two cervical discs herniated by an enigmatic look.
Lowelll Bergman and those producers over at Frontline do it for me. But that’s the teevee. Sorry, newspapers.
O.K. George Packer and Jane Mayer, writers!
Whew.
I refuse to get my news secondhand. I prefer to travel far enough into space where I can look back at the Earth and see everything that’s ever happened and everything that’s ever going to.
I still have the problem of that 1000 mile per hour spin the Earth puts on everything though.
[re=293811]Custerwolf[/re]: Are you a Time Lord?
[re=293718]chascates[/re]: Walter Pincus still does it old school. Also.
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Back to the Russell Crowe is fat meme: NYT has an article about how all the male stars are fatter.
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/18/movies/18bulk.html?_r=1
They even dish John Wayne…if they did this while they were alive I’m sure the Duke would have beat their asses or ate them.
[re=293815]Texan Bulldoggette[/re]: Oh, I mean ‘diss’–forgive me. I’m old & hungover.
[re=293815]Texan Bulldoggette[/re]: The most scandalous part of that article is that they’re remaking The Taking of Pelham 1-2-3. Nooooo!
[re=293813]hobospacejunkie[/re]: [re=293813]hobospacejunkie[/re]: Actually, once you’ve broken the confines of space/time, you usually find no interest in manipulating anything around you. Also – just for Dr. Who’s information – time is not actually something one can ever travel through – it is a boundary that one can break in an instant. I just wanted to make that perfectly clear.
[re=293815]Texan Bulldoggette[/re]: See?! Peggy said this would happen! She’s an oracle!
Oh, and just imagine how much bigger Limbaugh will be after Russell Crowe gets eated by him.
I’d hate to be sitting next to Peggy Noonan during this movie. She’d probably spill popcorn all over everyone!
I still prefer the Hollywood George Clooney fantasy over disheveled fat and ugly Russell Crowe any day. Russell needs a hair cut, and some stylin’ gel.
[re=293819]Custerwolf[/re]: “it is a boundary that one can break in an instant. ”
Okay, what is an “instant” if time is so relative. LOL That said, I agree and I think “others” in our universe have already figured it out. Oh, and if you go the speed of light you get AWFUL skinny! Its called the lorentz weight loss plan.
I about shat my drawers when I saw Kathleen Turner in Marley and Me (which btw had WAY too much “Me” and not enough “Marley”). She plays a dog trainer, that’s what she plays. After spending oodles on voice lessons to create that seductive breathy “come fuck me” baritone, she’s now playing a dog trainer. I have to say that William Hurt remains quite fuckable post-Body Heat, Kathleen Turner, not so much. But hey – as long as she’s happy, I still love her I truly do. And I hope to see her in more movies because she is a genuinely funny lady.
[re=293811]Custerwolf[/re]: Where did you get your LSD?
[re=293823]GaySailor[/re]: “Okay, what is an “instant” if time is so relative”
It’s a space, not a duration.
In fact there is no such thing as “this moment.”
[re=293825]GaySailor[/re]: It was the psilocybin, actually.
“Crowe nails her”–that must have been a different version from the one I saw at the local cineplex.
[re=293815]Texan Bulldoggette[/re]: John Wayne — you mean that sissy with the girl’s name, Marion?
[re=293826]Custerwolf[/re]: Yea, I was just kiddin’ (relative time)
[re=293828]Red Zeppelin[/re]: “Crowe nails her”–that must have been a different version from the one I saw at the local cineplex.
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Yea, when I saw that, I thought, “The Talibangelicals aren’t going to like that imagery ONE BIT!”
HEY EVERYONE— ITS TIME FOR THE SUNDAY ECONOMIC RODEO!
http://www.shortsshortsshorts.com/?p=2082
YEE HAW.
[re=293782]artbot2000[/re]: “It’s HERSH! SEYMOUR HERSH. For Christ’s sake people, you’re trying to elevate him as the last of the greats and you can’t get his fucking NAME RIGHT.”
Yea, Hersch is the shiznits! (That is what our nineteen year old, and his buddies, call people they admire. I think it means he’s “really good.”)
[re=293831]GaySailor[/re]: I’d have LOVED being nailed by Crowe back when he was more Maximus than gluteus.
[re=293827]Custerwolf[/re]: GaySailor: It was the psilocybin, actually.
I got off all that shit five years ago when I went back in time (hallucinated?) and met Charlemagne. He was a cool enough guy, and he said I needed a twelve step program. LOL!
[re=293834]Custerwolf[/re]: Yea, he was HOT then. Jelly donuts SUCK! Look what they did to Crowe!
[re=293835]GaySailor[/re]: Actually I only tripped a few times in my early days, but apparently I was already close enough to the edge that’s all it took for me to fall through the looking-glass.
[re=293836]GaySailor[/re]: DiCaprio’s a close second. Don’t they understand their obligation to feed our fantasies and not their appetites?
So – “Ink-Stained Retch” – did they mean “Wretch” or is someone actually puking over there?
Way OT, but way lulzy:
John Boehner, cold makin’ a stupid on Stephanopoulos’s show.
[re=293785]chascates[/re]: I googled it and you got the quote right. The even creepier note to that story is that when the woman’s son had his leg blown off (supposedly the day after the massace), as he was being evacuated was heard to say: “God has punished me and he’s going to punish you too.”
[re=293841]SmutBoffin[/re]: It’s more than slightly surprising that John Boehner wouldn’t know what a cow fart is made of. I wonder if he knows the components of chickenshit.
[re=293844]SayItWithWookies[/re]: Since shit comes out both ends of his party, how’s he suppposed to know which exhausts the methane and which the CO2?
Saw the movie last night. Very much enjoyed it. I asked my sister-in-law if it was time for her to subscribe to a newsaper. She said that the only one she was interested in was USA Today. Course I am disappointed in my Arizona Republic because they use too many political cartoons from Investor’s Business Daily, and one of the features that they run is cut back so that my local news is only in there every other week.
Oh, I thought the important movie you were talking about was the Hannah Montana movie.
[re=293849]Anita Cocktail[/re]: !!!
Oh, and speaking of movie stars, if any of you happen to run into this guy whilst you’re out and about, please let him know that I’m still very much interested in screwing the living fucking daylights out of him.
Thank you in advance.
http://i389.photobucket.com/albums/oo336/brontie2/beni.jpg
[re=293845]Custerwolf[/re]: I really don’t expect Boehner (or any lawmaker, for that matter) to have a comprehensive knowledge of animal/vegetable-buffered atmospheric chemical equilibria, but could he at least show up to the interview without a cheat sheet full of obvious falsehoods?
George S.: What is the Republican solution to climate change?
Leathery Anal Cunt (Boehner): Uh, the right one.
George S.: How are you supposed to craft a compelling policy when you apparently don’t even know what a greenhouse gas is?
L. A. C.: Um, the correctness of our position is nothing less than what the American people deserve.
[re=293851]SmutBoffin[/re]: God I love you.
Pincus is CIA. Everybody knows that!
[re=293845]Custerwolf[/re]: I guess they both smell like freedom.
[re=293855]SayItWithWookies[/re]: The problem we carbon-based life forms have is our tendency to be an ash.
The O.G. Wonkette, Madame Cox, throws it down:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/04/17/AR2009041701900.html
*siiiigh* I used to lurrrrrv Russell, but then I met him one fateful summer in Austin and found out that he’s a total jackass. He’s never physically recovered from all the weight he put on for The Insider. Great actor, but he’s become a fucking parody of himself and is totally unwatchable.
[re=293744]lumpenprole[/re]: Wooooof! Now he was definitely hot in Romper Stomper. Milk, tightey whiteys, and a shaved head never looked so good. My personal fav is the flick with Hugo Weaving. Proof.
[re=293859]sanantonerose[/re]: I saw Russell on Letterman the other night. He was yammering on & on about how smart his kid was. I could tell Dave was thinking: ‘STFU. I got a kid, too, you know. You’re not the only one around with magic testicles.’
I despise parents like that; it’s not a surprise to me that Russell is like that.
[re=293856]Custerwolf[/re]: Hey, that’s some people’s best quality.
[re=293858]facehead[/re]: If we’re talking about AMC, she has one of the cutest pictures ever on her twitpic page. Of course, I would say any picture with a cat is cute, but this one is pretty damn cute regardless.
[re=293865]hobospacejunkie[/re]: That’s adorable. This one, though, has twice the hot Wonkette action.
[re=293865]hobospacejunkie[/re]: I have a kitty the spitting image (npi) of that one. His name’s Little Bear and he’s my miracle kitty. My beloved pit mix slobbered and mouthed the poor guy almost to death when he was only a week old (he was an orphan brought to me by a neighbor). I called him “Crackle Kitty” for awhile because after the episode of being picked up and dropped several hundred times by Bighead (who loves to taste kitties)his ENTIRE body had crepitus (air in the subdermal space), and he literally crackled like a piece of cellophane whenever you touched him. That and he was also hypothermic from laying in a cast iron tub completely covered in lip goo. The vet gave him a 20% chance of survival, but my boy beat the odds and is now 2 years old.
[re=293860]sanantonerose[/re]: I’ve never wanted to fuck a Nazi until I saw that movie. Nazi sex must be intense. Schnel!
So this is a parallel universe, no? One in which when the parents (editors) leave the children (commenters) alone, instead of talking dirty they carry on at length about their sexual confusion, commitment issues, substance abuse concerns and pictures of cats.
Jesus, come home Mom and Dad, and please don’t tell RumpRoast what we did while you were away.
[re=293871]user-of-owls[/re]: At least we haven’t descended to the levels of http://riverdaughter.wordpress.com/
[re=293871]user-of-owls[/re]: Buzz kill.
[re=293867]Custerwolf[/re]: That’s a bizarrely heartwarming story. Hard to blame Bighead, though. Kittehs taste yummy.
[re=293871]user-of-owls[/re]: Hey, that was in another thread, apart from the cats, which are directly relevant to Wonkette.
And I like Rumproast as much as the next person, but I got spanked for posting a wonkette-like comment there a while back. Apparently talking about Corky, Trigg and their future presidential aspirations, even just for humorous effect, is against the rules.
So I’d be surprised if Rumproast spends too much time here, seeing as how there’s so much vulgarity about.
[re=293868]Kev-O-Tron[/re]: I don’t care for the Nazi’s – but I once spent an incredible evening with a sexified member of the Romanian golani(rascals), whom I ran into on the streets of Manhattan. I met him one afternoon when we’d both dashed under the same awning in order to escape a sudden torrential downpour. I silently thanked that awning for sheltering such a fine piece of work as that boy, and for being small enough that he was positioned rather intimately to my self, affording me the opportunity to stare achingly at those dark eyes and that coal-black gorgeous hair – until the clouds eventually parted. By that time we’d already shared a “let’s go somewhere and fuck” smile and hopped in the next cab back to his place in Queens. His fine body was accented by a Slavic tongue, sexy enough to make you weak in the knees. I believe I shed about 8 pounds in sweat alone that fateful night. Goddamn. GodDAMN. Fortunately, he was a youngin so he had the necessary stamina- and apparently his life in brutal 1990′s Romania had hardened him appreciably – if you know what I mean. Let’s just say that when I showed up to work the next morning (after a solid 15 minutes of sleep), all my co-workers thought I’d spent the entire weekend horseback riding cross-country.
I never did get that sweet boy’s name.
[re=293874]hobospacejunkie[/re]: Bighead, rest his wonderful doggie soul, was a great nursemaid to all my orphan kitties. He’d actually guard them from my other dogs. All eleven of my wonderful kitties have their own interesting stories to tell.
Hey – anyone out there in the ad business? An idea came to me last night for a new anti-smoking campaign (printed ad).
It’s a cartoon of a kid standing next to a tired-looking ciggy and the cig’s saying to the kid,
“Don’t get me started.”
Whad’ya think?
[re=293876]Custerwolf[/re]: Shame on you for posting this luscious piece of porn here. Mmmmm….
[re=293880]V572625694[/re]: Well….then there was the time when things did NOT go so well during a different encounter. Suffice it to say that tapping on a gentleman’s disinterested member and saying, “is this thing on?” tends to TKO any formerly romantic atmosphere.
[re=293876]Custerwolf[/re]: My pants are tight.
[re=293882]hobospacejunkie[/re]: Oh you.
OK – let’s all take a break from Russell Crowe or the Nazi-sex fantasies (“Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS“ anyone? Maybe the shower-rape scene from “American History X“ ?).
Let’s all say farewell to one of the best writers, and sharpest critical minds, of the latter 20th century, J.G. Ballard. Then hit the J.G. reading list, preferably at jgballard.com: “Vermilion Sands”, “Empire of the Sun”, “The Drowned World”, “High Rise” and “Crash” – the 1996 movie version of which is Number 1 on my list of “Bad First Date Movies (Hetero division)“ – but see the movie, read the books – check ‘em all out, and (re-)acquaint yourself with the late great J.G. Ballard.
[re=293879]Custerwolf[/re]:
During these tough times,
I gots to have me a smoke.
[re=293884]Bearbloke[/re]: Read all about him here, or even here, if you must…
[re=293879]Custerwolf[/re]: Mr. Tate will just love it, but only after you cast a spell on the American public…
[re=293884]Bearbloke[/re]: I prefer that my auto-eroticism not end in twisted metal thank you very much.
That said, R.I.P. J.G. Ballard.
[re=293879]Custerwolf[/re]:
I’m fairly certain in todays economy, you can’t swing a dead cat without hitting an ‘Ad Person.’
[re=293886]Bearbloke[/re]: or maybe here…. “garcon, pour me another Absinthe! I think I may be sobering up…”
[re=293888]Custerwolf[/re]: and just what are you doing in the “Hetero division”?…
[re=293887]Bearbloke[/re]: Oh – but Darren would be all like, “S-A-M.” God what an asshole.
[re=293891]Bearbloke[/re]: I’m an equal opportunist.
Okay, I don’t know of any Nazis that looks like this, but if they did….
http://i389.photobucket.com/albums/oo336/brontie2/ahxback1.jpg
I think I could manage to somehow create enough friction to completely erase that dumbfuck tattoo and burn out every last bit of bigotry that sits inside that shaved skull.
[re=293895]Custerwolf[/re]: God I want to bite his nipples. I do.
Uh-oh, [re=293896]Custerwolf[/re], it must be hot stuff, as you violated someone’s “terms of use.”
[re=293900]V572625694[/re]: Jesus. Has someone got a problem with Edward Norton’s nipples?
http://i389.photobucket.com/albums/oo336/brontie2/ax.jpg
Just got back from 17 Again with the kids.
It is surprisingly good.
And Zac Efron sucks MUCH less than he sucked in any of the HSM movies (I have an 8 year old girl…I am forced to watch that crap).
On top of that, he’s hot. Like surprisingly hot.
Matthew Perry, on the other hand, is not hot. And a depressing reminder of what age and life in general can do to a person. Michelle Trachtenberg was kind of miscast.
I can not believe I spent my few remaining brain cells thinking about this movie, but there you have it. Fine, escapist entertainment for the cougars and gay sailors in our midst.
I wonder if the anon epic ddos attacks on ifpi and maqs going on right now will make international news, U.S. news, just print news or the “nobody gives a flying fuck” file. Since they’re hitting the MPAA I bet it at least makes Ars and Threat Level. The MPAA is going to raise a stink. Obama’s Department of RIAA Justice may have to kowtow to the corporate masters.
[re=293906]2druk2phluq[/re]: got details? or maybe a /. link?
[re=293906]2druk2phluq[/re]: It’s on Wikipedia already – Did you put it there?
[re=293908]Bearbloke[/re]: Being a techno-retard I’m not sure what most of that meant. Should I use protection?
[re=293909]Custerwolf[/re]: Fuck it. What now about Zach Efron?
Speaking of nipples…
No AOL Political Machine post? I was hoping for a commentary on Rick Perry’s God damn America.
“The governor [Rick Perry] spoke at three tea parties across Texas.”
Only in America.
[re=293909]Custerwolf[/re]: Yes – dig yourself a bomb-shelter and stock up on canned goods…
[re=293914]Bearbloke[/re]: Roger that.
[re=293868]Kev-O-Tron[/re]: Australian nazis, to be exact. THAT’S what makes it hot.
Just saw State of Play. It was alright. I thought Bateman stole the whole thing, McAdams didn’t have much to work with, and I think Crowe accepted the role just so he could hear his long-time crush Helen Mirren say “And fuck YOU very much!” Yep. Probably didn’t even accept a paycheck.
[re=293917]sanantonerose[/re]: I used to LOVE Australian accents – until I spent a month in Australia. After, oh, say about 2 weeks I got to the point where I wanted to eviserate the next aussie who even TRIED speaking to me.
Lucky for me I ran into a lovely young fellow from Idaho (of all places), with whom I was able to spend a nice day chatting it up, thereby satisfying my jones for some of that down home Yankee drawl. I’d have fucked him too – if it weren’t for that stupid ol’ boyfriend of mine back home. Sigh…. we even got as far as exchanging hotel room numbers but, alas, I backed out at the last moment. I just couldn’t bring myself to do something like that – at least without first calling Joe and quickly breaking up with him.
Anyway, I suppose somewhere in the backwoods of Idaho a poor Arayan boy waits for me, with hair the color of straw, and balls the color of blue.
Fuck you Jiminy Cricket.
[re=293920]Custerwolf[/re]:
Make that “Aryan.”
What a difference an ‘a’ makes!
[re=293919]sanantonerose[/re]: Love me some Bateman… except in that horrible Carnahan movie.
Okay. This is kind of a weird headline:
“Smokers’ Urine May Give Cancer Alert Early Enough to Save Lungs”
Is there some way in which that sentence makes sense that I’m just not seeing?
Wow — here’s a sign that the economy’s in bad shape — South Carolina’s just unloading anything it can:
http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/cha/1114593524.html
[re=293924]SayItWithWookies[/re]: Total. Fucking. Win.
[re=293876]Custerwolf[/re]:
My you are a sexual being.
[re=293926]AKAM80TheWolf[/re]: You just made my nipples hard.
[re=293924]SayItWithWookies[/re]:
Has someone been cooking Mark Sanford? He looks thoroughly overdone there. George Hamilton may have to school him on the appropriate use of the ‘orange’ glow.
[re=293928]AKAM80TheWolf[/re]: I was too blinded by the atomic glare of his smile to notice the sunsetty shade of skin.
[re=293923]Custerwolf[/re]: Oh, I heard about that on NPR this morning — so yes, it does make sense in the right context. There’s something that shows up in urine tests that can predict a cigarette smoker’s likelihood of getting lung cancer. Presence of this chemical can accurately put people in the top, middle or bottom third as to likelihood to get it, so they can tell which ones had better quit.
As to Governor Sanford — I don’t know that they’re gonna get a whole lot for him. Maybe Bobby Jindal in a fair trade, but that’s not much.
[re=293930]SayItWithWookies[/re]: Wow. I’m going to have to read up on that when I’m sober.
[re=293928]AKAM80TheWolf[/re]: He’s such a pretty boy, he couldn’t have come by it honestly. I think he’s got a tanning bed that he sets to “Rugged, Leathery Glow.”
[re=293931]Custerwolf[/re]: Well here’s an article and some listeny stuff:
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=103264529
[re=293885]rocktonsammy[/re]: Same here – I was just hoping the ad would come through for me and make enough money to pay for my smokes.
I kid though. I actually quit smoking Drum about 10 years ago – which brings me to my next pitch:
It’s an actual drum displaying the Drum package label, with a kid standing next to it holding a drumstick and the copy reads:
“Beat the Drum.”
So….Yeah? Whatd’ya think – maybe?
Okay. Call me.
[re=293911]El Pinche[/re]: No AOL post from Mr. Layne, but Mr. Newell cranks on Tom Friedman for NBC.
Of course, I only come here because the Huffington Post won’t let me speak freely, but at least they have this story, which puts them one step of of MSNBC.com, but I’d like to go on record at this point as saying: This Jane Harman thing is going to be FUCKING HUGE.
or not, but it should be.
[re=293939]gurukalehuru[/re]: Agreed, but isn’t it CQ who gets the real credit?
The original BBC Version (with the delicious John Simm)is fantastic and on Netflix. (I mean, really, since when can Russell Crow play a part perfected by John Simm?) I highly recommend it!!
[re=293944]jinxykb[/re]: Hey Jinxy – jinx!
[re=293823]GaySailor[/re]: An instant is a bad coffee made from terrible evil brown powder.
I’m a career journalist–newspaper journalist, by the way–for more than 30 years. And a bunch of us journalists–newspaper journalists–saw “State of Play” this weekend.
For the record: It’s an excellent movie. It captures newsroom reporting, newsroom editing, newsroom conversations, newsroom decision-making, news judgement and other aspects of REAL reporting and REAL journalism better than 90 percent of most movies that pretend to be about journalism and newspapers.
It’s very real, in terms of how journalism is practiced and depicted on screen, for the most part, and Russell Crowe’s character actually represents MOST of the REAL reporters working in journalism. And, no, he’s actually not poorly-dressed, he’s not slovenly, and who the hell cares what type of car he drives? So what? What the hell does that matter? It doesn’t matter. And his clothes and his appearance are just fine, thank you. Guess what, folks? That’s how most people look in this world–real, not blow-dried, not fake-tanned, and not caked-over with crappy, dressing-room cheap cosmetics. The Russell Crowe character talks real, looks real, and practices journalism in a real manner.
What matters is that he’s a dedicated journalist dedicated to reporting the news–a very simple approach that many online pretenders are forgetting about: JUST REPORT THE NEWS.
If you can’t report the news like you’re supposed to report the news–research, interviews, quotes, documents, sourcing, fact-checking, re-checking, asking questions, writing clearly–then you’re not really a real journalist. That’s exactly what Russell Crowe’s character and his editor were saying.
Guess what, people? That’s real journalism–and that’s, in part, one of the major messages in the film. And that’s exactly the reason for the end montage. It wasn’t romanticism–it was making a very real point about very real journalism.
[re=294064]thefrontpage[/re]: So what you’re saying is that you don’t work for Fox News?
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