Oh, Venus. Venus.
Remember how in elementary school, they told us to cut open the plastic rings from six-packs of soda, because otherwise dolphins and turtles would get caught in them and die?
Venus is that turtle your teachers warned you about, after an all-night bender at a drag show in Miami.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Nobody Cares About Art Directors (Or, How to Accept Your Award and Shut Up)
I've always been an awards show junkie, which surprises even me because I like pretty dresses but not that much, and the last time I saw a movie in the theaters was in 2009 (my beloved Gran Torino, which got hosed during awards season). I watch about three television shows regularly and one of them is American Idol, so my taste level is already pretty suspect. I genuinely do not care if Tina Fey wins another award.
And yet still I love the Golden Globes and the Oscars. I'll generally watch anything in which pretty statues are given out.
And yet still I love the Golden Globes and the Oscars. I'll generally watch anything in which pretty statues are given out.
Oooh, shiny. |
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movies,
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