Day 365. Holy shit. Read More
I find it a little weird that I’ve spent a lot of this past year decrying the state of the modern romantic comedy, only for two prime examples to show up right at the very end. Yesterday we had Kristen Wiig and her fellow Bridesmaids, and today it’s Steve Carell and Ryan Gosling out on the prowl. Who’da thunk it, huh?
You know what? It’s really not easy writing these when there are two groovy infants and a very friendly spaniel in the house. And then there’s the Man Vs Food marathon to contend with as well. Never mind; onwards! Read More
I hope whatever Santa you believe in left as many presents as could reasonably fit under your tree, if you’re into that sort of thing. I woke up to a spaniel trying to wash my ears, so that was Christmas off to a great start.
Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree. I really should avoid trying to write these while Modern Family is on TV in front of me, since Sofia Vergara’s cleavage in 42inch HD is a mighty distracting distraction.
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas, but Netflix was on the blink so I had to go with a random blu-ray instead.
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way.
Oh what fun it is to watch a new movie each day.
Hark! The herald angels sing. Glory to the Thursday film.
There’s a voice, keeps on calling me. Down the road, that’s where I’ll always be. Every stop I make, I make a new friend. Can’t stay for long; just turn around and I’m gone again.
Today’s flick comes with one of the best tag lines I’ve ever seen on a poster.