Better Call Saul Insider for 1x07: As many of you already know, Betsy Kettleman is a shout-out to Betsy Brandt, who played Marie on Breaking Bad. To that point, Vince and the gang had a good time discussing the possibility of Marie on Breaking Bad and Betsy Kettleman hanging out.
Julie Ann Emery: [Can you imagine Marie and Betsy Kettleman together?] “They’d be shoplifting at Prada and selling it out of the back of the car.” Peter Gould: “They live in the same world. Anything is possible.” Gilligan: “Marie would do the shoplifting, and Betsy would say, ‘I think that sales assistant saw you. I think we’ll have to murder them.‘”
What? Benedict Cumberbatch? The guy’s as goofy looking as his name. What’s to love about a pasty thin British nub with moppy hair and a dorky smile? I mean, besides the voice. The sly demeanor. The glimmery eyes. The impeccable cheekbones. His cerebral approach to his craft. Maybe it’s his keen fashion sense, or maybe it’s just the scarf. Or maybe it’s because he’s the best goddamn Sherlock in the history of Sherlocks. In real life, the man was once kidnapped and locked into the trunk of his car by six men in South Africa, and he smart-talked his way out of the situation. Maybe it’s his appreciation for life bleeding through that people are drawn toward. God knows it wasn’t Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, which was a total bore. Maybe, oh, I don’t know. Maybe it’s just the man’s ass. Whatever it is, Benedict Cumberbatch is incredibly sexy almost in spite of himself, and to land in the Pajiba 10 looking like he does suggest there’s powerful forces at play in the soul of Cumberbatch, which makes him my favorite kind of Pajiba 10 entrant, a guy that will mind-f*ck you to ecstasy before he even removes your clothes.
Is it fair for distributors to assume, simply because a city is overwhelmingly white, that they won’t turn out to see a movie with an overwhelmingly black cast, even if it’s a movie like Fruitvale that’s getting phenomenal reviews and lots of buzz? I don’t know if it’s racist, but the assumption is certainly an example of something that makes our problems worse, because rather than have a shared sense of cultural preference, we’re being separated based on assumptions. I’m positive, too, that it’s not just Portland, Maine: Fruitvale opened in only 1,000 theaters, so rather than roll it out nationwide, distributors had to pick and choose which cities to show it in…That bugs me. It bugs me from a race perspective, and it also bugs me as someone that sees nearly every movie that comes to town…I want to see the best movies, and not just the ones that feature white people. I also really want to see Fruitvale Station, and I think it’s sh*tty that someone decided that the white people of my town wouldn’t turn out to see a great movie about important social issues.
Pajiba Ten Sexiest celebrities - Benedict Cumberbatch
Benedict Cumberbatch — What? Benedict Cumberbatch? The guy’s as goofy looking as his name. What’s to love about a pasty thin British nub with moppy hair and a dorky smile? I mean, besides the voice. The sly demeanor. The glimmery eyes. The impeccable cheekbones. His cerebral approach to his craft. Maybe it’s his keen fashion sense, or maybe it’s just the scarf. Or maybe it’s because he’s the best goddamn Sherlock in the history of Sherlocks. In real life, the man was once kidnapped and locked into the trunk of his car by six men in South Africa, and he smart-talked his way out of the situation. Maybe it’s his appreciation for life bleeding through that people are drawn toward. God knows it wasn’t Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, which was a total bore. Maybe, oh, I don’t know. Maybe it’s just the man’s ass. Whatever it is, Benedict Cumberbatch is incredibly sexy almost in spite of himself, and to land in the Pajiba 10 looking like he does suggest there’s powerful forces at play in the soul of Cumberbatch, which makes him my favorite kind of Pajiba 10 entrant, a guy that will mind-f*ck you to ecstasy before he even removes your clothes. — Dustin Rowles
"For so many of us, cinema is how we grieve and how we process the events in our own lives. Sometimes it is an escape, but so often, it’s just the opposite: Our heightened emotions pick up on connections we wouldn’t have otherwise made, finding clues in how to deal with our own heartaches and losses in the most unusual places. Go see a movie after you’ve had a child, and everything will remind you of her. See a movie after a break-up, and there’s something in nearly any character that will recall the characteristics of that ex. See a movie after you’ve lost a loved on, and even the brightest comedies will wash pangs of sorrow over you."
“According to entertainment news and junket headlines, Lautner is being groomed to be the next big action star, but that’s only because future casting directors have not seen Abduction. He can’t hack it.”
“I won’t deny that Lautner does have a talent for kicking the air, punching things, and running fast, but this is true of almost anyone you pull out of a martial arts class. I also won’t deny that he’s a well-sculpted robot, but this is also true of most K-Mart jean models.”
“And this is a Taylor Lautner vehicle: This movie only exists to provide a setting for Lautner to slide down glass windows and kickbox. Yet, it’s impossible to invest yourself in it when the lead actor looks like an embarrassed kid with his girlfriend who is trying to escape a room he accidentally farted in."
i love snarky humor, especially in film reviews. This film review made my entire week. [Spoilers ahead]
Twilight: Breaking Dawn Part 2 Review: Disappointing Buzz Bank Fodder for Repressed Half-Literates
For the first time in many months, I had an experience at the cinema that honestly moved me, that made my heart do a little back flip and turn to mush. Two characters onscreen — one a monster, one a human — captured in a brief snatch of time the transformative power of love, and it’s ability to heat even the cold hearts of the undead.
Of course, that was the trailer for Warm Bodies that preceded Twilight: Breaking Dawn Part 2. It looks so good, people.
As for Breaking Dawn Part 2? That movie was crap. An unrelenting assault of vacuous, stubbornly anti-sapient hormonal porn for middle-aged moms. It says a lot about the franchise that over the course of four years of Twilight screenings, the demographic makeup of the audience has shifted from squealing high-school girls crushing on chiseled Teen Beat dreamboats to to sketchy soccer moms drooling over glistening hard-abbed boy-meat. Most of the original teenage audience has grown up, exited their Twilight phase, and gone to college, leaving their tattered Edward Cullen posters hanging on their walls; it’s their mothers, who might have gotten into Twilight as a way to connect to their daughters, that are suspended in a state of cross-legged arrested development. They get older, but Jacob Black’s abs stay the same.
The franchise itself has been achingly paced from the beginning; eight hours of screen time could’ve been reduced to an hour and a half if only they’d stripped the franchise of the hung-mouth stares and confessions of devotion that read like the scribblings on the back of a love-sick brain-damaged 12-year-old girl’s notebook. Indeed, the very first line in Breaking Dawn Part 2, after Bella wakes up from her human-to-vampire transformation, is “You’re so beautiful,” delivered by Edward with all the enthusiasm of an Aspergian asthmatic rehearsing pick-up lines in front of a mirror.
Part 2 picks up just as Bella is crawling out from her vampire chrysalis. Her eyes are bright red, and her face is a little more alabaster, but she is otherwise the same Bella, carrying around her perpetually bored expression, as though she’s sniffing farts and remains unimpressed with their aroma. After frolicking through the woods like a meth-addled Forrest Gump in a race to blow out the spring’s first dandelions, snarling unconvincingly at humans and sucking blood out of the hickey-holes of the wildlife, Bella is disturbed to find that Jacob — who suddenly smells to her like a wet dog swimming in sour milk — is weirdly protective of her newborn daughter, a CGI-creation that appears to be the Goth version of the E*Trade baby.
Turns out, Jacob’s imprinted upon Renesnmee, a “wolf thing” that means he’s biologically required to watch over and protect her until there is grass on the field, at which point he and his lupine manhood plan to play ball. Bella is at first unhappy with the development, but soon learns that it’s beneficial to have free child care from an inbred two-by-four while Edward fucks the last trace of humanity out of her.
There are complications, however. Their daughter, Renesmee, is half human and half vampire, and in a world where vampires are forced to remain in the closet, it’s not good to have a doddering child with a thirst for human blood, a flappy mouth, and no impulse control messing it up for everyone else. Naturally, the Volturi get wind of Renesmee and plan for a showdown with the Cullen clan as soon as the snow falls.
That gives the Cullens — who have joined forces with the Wolves, on account of Jacob’s interspecies crush — to develop their powers. It turns out, they’re not just vampires; they’re like X-Men draculas, and as the Cullens collect allies from across the planet , they hone their abilities to manipulate the elements, bro-tase the enemy with their fingers, read each other’s minds, and — in the case of Bella — develop her shield powers: If Bella concentrates really hard and looks like she’s trying to pass a human head out of her ass, she can defend the Cullens from the wicked powers of those fiendish Volturi scamps.
The entire film, in fact maybe the entire series, is building toward that huge, spectacular showdown where the Cullens and their allies plan to defend Edward’s family “Everyone deserves to fall in love with whomever they want,” Carlisle says, as though campaigning for Washington to become the first state in the Union to allow for Vampire-Human marriage.
However, the biggest problem with Breaking Dawn Part 2, besides the fact that every single second of watching it feels like f*cking a fire ant-hill while someone is yanking out your nose hairs, is that seven-and-a-half hours of excruciating Mormon house-wife porn is all leading toward one spectacular head-ripping melee of cape-wearing, round-house kicking dildos and none of it counts. I won’t spoil it for you, except to say that the only 20 minutes of gleeful, joyous fist-pumping display of vampire-killing in the whole exhausting Quadrilogy doesn’t. f*cking. count. For a blithesome 20 minutes, Michael Sheen showed the Twilight world what it’s like to witness a real actor before the screenwriter kicked us in our apple sacks and threw us back into abyss where Taylor Lautner’s career will go to die. It is one of the most shamelessly cheap, frustratingly terrible endings ever put to film, like having mind-blowing sex only to discover, once the lights have been turned on, that you’ve been buggering your goddamn pillow the whole time.
It’s a fitting end, however, to the Twilight series, which has been nothing but four years of interminable hype building toward crushing disappointment. It’s a banal, brain-dead series, an epically tragic love story with no goddamn tragedy to speak of. The final film, like the series as a whole, is a hollow, soporific experience full of characters who only come to life in the minds of the middle-aged women hours after the movie has ended when they’re lying beneath the Edward and Jacob posters in their daughters’ rooms dying to feel something, anything, but malaise and blighted hope.
After making the third most successful film in the history of the North American box-office, what is Joss Whedon doing with his Hollywood capitol? Is he blowing it all on hookers, blow, and pre-production costs for lame, mainstream family films like a respectable filmmaker?…
Observations: “Not the same car, but they certainly are similar. Moreover, when speaking to Lydia in the car wash, Walter used the phrase, ‘None of which are my concern,’ which I believe was something that Mike often said, as well (this could also be coincidental, since the episodes are written by the same group of people).”