Emily: You have the word "Juicy" on your rear end.Such a shame those two (and the writers) aren't nominated.
Lorelai: Well, if I knew you were coming over, I would've changed.
Emily: Into what? A brassiere with the word "Tasty" on it?
This plodding, by-the-numbers superhero flick has all the feline grace of a walleyed mastiff.And EW's Owen Gliberman?
A third-rate spectacle that's been worked over by too many hacks.Perhaps the topper? A.O. Scott's opening line in The New York Times (which, somewhat bizarrely, reviews today):
"Catwoman," which opens tomorrow nationwide, achieves something I would not have thought possible. It made me think back fondly on "Garfield."Scott doesn't have anything nice to say about Berry's performance in the movie, either:
She overacts Patience's flaky timidity and then, to compensate, overdoes Catwoman's suave self-confidence, swinging her hips and pushing out her lips as if she were trying to attract the amorous attentions of Pepe le Pew.I think it's safe to say that I'll be passing on this one this weekend, though my sister, who actually saw "Gigli" in a theatre, might want to go with this one.
On buying a home in South Florida: "I will be walking naked on the beach. If you take pictures of me naked on the beach, don't sell them to the Enquirer unless I get 15 percent."
On being 32 years old: "I'm like toilet paper, toothpaste and certain amenities - I'm proven to be good. I've still got five, six, seven, eight, nine, 10 years left."
On his charity endeavors: "I'm going to feed homeless people on Thanksgiving. I'm going to drive a big truck to certain neighborhoods and pass out toys, good toys. I'm one of the only athletes that sells good-looking shoes at a reasonable price. I was in Orlando and a lady came to me crying. I was like, 'What's wrong? She said, "Your shoes, they cost a $115. And I kind of had to sit back and say to myself: Why would I ask my father to buy a pair of shoes that cost $115. He probably would've punched me. My parents always taught me to give back. You're going to see Shaq-a Claus. Shaq-a Bunny."
WELL READ OR RED IN THE FACE? I thought that being an English major as an undergrad, while not providing me with a skill that could ever earn me six figures, would at least have saved me the embarrassment of only having read five books on this list of 50 Essential Reads by Contemporary Authors put together by the organizers of the UK's Orange Prize for Fiction.
How many have you read? What book should be on the list? And what book from the remaining 45 (cross off Nos. 2, 18, 24, 29, and 31) should I read next?
Link via Blog of a Bookslut, where there are also some interesting items about some sloppy editing in Jim DeRogatis' new book.
She resolved to end the love affair with Ramon tonight . . . summarily, like Martha Stewart ripping the sand vein out of a shrimp's tail . . . though the term "love affair" now struck her as a ridiculous euphemism . . . not unlike "sand vein," which is after all an intestine, not a vein . . . and that tarry substance inside certainly isn't sand . . . and that brought her back to Ramon.
The legend about Padre Castillo's gold being buried deep in the Blackwolf Hills had lain untold for centuries and will continue to do so for this story is not about hidden treasure, nor is it set in any mountainous terrain whatsoever.
The corpse exuded the irresistible aroma of a piquant, ancho chili glaze enticingly enhanced with a hint of fresh cilantro as it lay before him, coyly garnished by a garland of variegated radicchio and caramelized onions, and impishly drizzled with glistening rivulets of vintage balsamic vinegar and roasted garlic oil; yes, as he surveyed the body of the slain food critic slumped on the floor of the cozy, but nearly empty, bistro, a quick inventory of his senses told corpulent Inspector Moreau that this was, in all likelihood, an inside job.
Nor does the book have the longitudinal scope I wanted to see. There's a great chapter inside the A's draft room, and a brief epilogue on how two picks have done during their first few months in the minor leagues . . . but I want to see how Beane's picks are three years down the line, because that's where the proof of his methods lie.Well, according to a recent interview with Michael Lewis, it's going to happen:
Q: Hi Michael, I wanted to interview you for my site because I’d seen some rumors around the Internet that you were working on a follow-up to Moneyball. So is there any truth to that rumor?Tentative publication date is 2007, but here's a sneak peek.
A: You know when I sold Moneyball, I sold it in two books. And I decided it was a book after the draft of 2002. So when I decided it was a book, I thought that I would really want to know what happened to these kids. And so I’ve been marinating in minor league baseball for the two years. It’s a different kind of book so I anticipate it taking another two or three seasons before I’m even ready to write it. I’m just gathering string right now. The players really need to work out their fates before I can sit down to write about them.
Aladdin President Bill Timmins ordered security guards to escort pop diva Linda Ronstadt off the property following a concert Saturday night during which she expressed support for controversial documentary filmmaker Michael Moore...Timmins later expressed hope that next week's performace by Whoopi Goldberg would go off without a hitch.
Near the close of her performance, Ronstadt dedicated the Eagles hit "Desperado" to Moore, producer of "Fahrenheit 9/11," and the room erupted into equal parts boos and cheers.
She said Moore "is someone who cares about this country deeply and is trying to help."
Ronstadt has been making the dedication at each of her engagements since she began a national tour earlier this summer, but it has never sparked such a reaction.
Hundreds of angry fans streamed from the theater as Ronstadt sang. Some of them reportedly defaced posters of her in the lobby, writing comments and tossing drinks on her pictures.
