Movieline has the poster for Ridley Scott’s upcoming (not-a-prequel-to-Alien-except-kind-of-is) film, Prometheus. The artwork is quite striking, but as Louis Virtel is quick to point out, the tagline kind of sucks. Join me after the jump. Continue reading
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What’s not to love about an athlete’s body? It’s the tool he needs to do his job so he takes great care of his tool. Yes, I said it. At the very least, we can admire and appreciate athletes’ bodies for the living machines they are. Let’s get real though: we’re not just appreciating the functionality of a well toned physique; we’re lusting after hot pieces of man meat. Soccer may have some great legs; swimming may have some amazing torsos; football may… well let’s face it, they wear so much padding you can’t see their bodies anyway (ditto for hockey). If you want to see some great asses though, you’re going to have to turn on baseball. Continue reading
Don’t go to sleep yet, slores. Continue reading
Oh hey, Chicagoans. How’s it going? Did you know that your sexy mayor plans to slash your public library’s budget, with plans to lay off about a third of your city’s librarians and paraprofessional library staff and reduce hours at most of the library’s 78 locations by eight hours a week? Yeah, that’s part of his plan to close Chicago’s $646 million budget deficit.
Here we are, friends. It’s week ten, and there are just three fondant fairies left to duke it out in the ultimate battle of Mad vs. Gay. True, it would have been more appropriate for Angry Montel to make it this far and fight Gaygent Smith for the crown, but Miss Sally will have to do. I realized something about Sally: we never actually gave her a nickname, did we? Is that because we like her? I don’t think that’s really the reason, but it serves our purpose so let’s go with it. Join me after the jump.
Is horror now the safest bet in television? By all accounts, American Horror Story is a hot mess: it’s glaringly derivative; the writing and editing seems to have been done by someone in desperate need of Adderall. The performances tend to fall on the hammy side, yet taken as a whole, the show is irresistibly entertaining. Continue reading
Spotted on A.V. Club. Cannot be unseen. NSFW.
Miss Wanda Jackson, The Queen of Rockabilly, turns 74 today. Join me after the jump for a Crasstalk celebration of Wanda, her music, and her legacy.
Hi, Crassholes. As many of you probably remember, pssh is dealing with a mouse problem. Also you might remember my story about an enormous cockroach that tried to eat my bathroom a couple weekends ago. This got me thinking: everyone has a creepy crawly story to tell, and it’s close to Halloween, so why not have a Creepy Crawly Story Contest?!
Today’s A.V. Club AVQ&A is about unhappy endings, and I’m curious to hear what the Crassholes have to say about this topic. Mainstream American films end happily virtually every time. It’s also a safe bet that the happy ending will involve a heterosexual coupling–we can leave that discussion for Crasstalk’s Gay Day. But let’s expand the discussion to television and literature as well. What are some of your favorite unhappy endings? What unhappy endings don’t work for you or feel as contrived and manipulative as a forced happy ending?