I'm not what one would call an "ideal recycler." There are times when I have been diligent in separating the bottles from the cans and the white paper from the glossy paper.
Ah, remember the Yugo? Kinda went the way of the LeCar, didn't it?.
Note to self: NO MORE SCARY MOVIES! I've hit Blair Witch, Sixth Sense and Stir of Echoes, and now The Haunting of Hill House.
Robin Williams has a Messiah complex. But he sports it so often that soon, I suspect, it will one day be known as the Robin Williams syndrome. Or perhaps the Patch Adams effect.
Hasn't it been a long time since Hollywood has given us a good laugh at a stuffed-shirted white guy? Granted, we law school students have been interviewing with seemingly endless waves of...
The Stir of Echoes web site commands us to "Unlock the secret, cross the threshold, open your mind," and "Discover the power.
So they've relocated Dangerous Liaisons, Pygmalion and even Taming of the Shrew to modern-day, 90210-esque high schools and added liberal doses of teen eye-candy and cell phones.
Do British people really speak like this?.
Do subtitles give you a headache? That's why I popped the preemptive Advils before watching Central Station. I didn't know that the film itself comes loaded with a pretty heavy dosage of Valium.
She's All That is hackneyed, frivolous and generally over-the-top.
