DANCE PARTY BREAK!
1. The Rolls Royce of fan videos.
2. I know you know the title, artist and lyrics to this jam:
3. Bring some class (and a little colombian nose candy via williamsburg) to your dance party:
4.WHY WASTE YOUR TIME? YOU KNOW YOU’RE GONNA BE MINE?
5. Chris Brown is a douche and I hope no one ever buys his music ever again.
6. This song is the equivalent to the McDonald’s Dollar Menu on my Foods Filled With Shame list (it’s not quite a celeste pizza for one):
7. I’ve probably heard this song thousands of times and I didn’t realize it was about being drug free. My mind is blown.
8. This song poses a very important question.
9. This video will reduce all of your current needs to two very basic things.
10.You will never find a better opening to any song. EVER.
To call critical darling 
And unlike last year’s other big vampire movie, Twilight, this is hardly 
And perhaps, neither are you.
It’s hard to talk about the film, directed by Tomas Alfredson and 
Of course, that’s a rather simplified way of putting it, but in a lot of ways this is an almost Bergman-esque story about what would probably be considered “alternative lifestyles” and the love that grows within them. It’s summed up nicely half way through the film when Eli asks Oscar, “Would you still like me even if…?”
Oscar: “Are you dead?”
Of course it’s criminal not to mention the wonderful work of 
To say anymore would be too spoiler-ish, but this film is a dark treat in a lot of ways. I’m dying to talk to others who have seen in, especially to discuss what kind of person Oskar might’ve grown up to be had he not met Eli (especially the look on his face when he receives a striking blow to his cheek from a bully), and the revelation of certain scars and what they reveal about certain relationships, which leads you to ponder the continuation of certain patterns at the end of the film. If you’ve seen the film, drop me a line because I would love to know what you think.
I also desperately want to 
Real dolls! Threesome! Grocery store parking lot! Florida (naturally)! 
The “Black Panthers” prepare to 
Great writers who wrote 
Jin: “Wow. Fuck. That’s weird.”
“Take all reasonable advantage of that which the present may offer you. It is the only time which is ours. Yesterday is buried forever, and to-morrow we may never see.”
“People ask me to predict the future, when all I want to do is prevent it. Better yet, build it. Predicting the future is much too easy, anyway. You look at the people around you, the street you stand on, the visible air you breathe, and predict more of the same. To hell with more. I want better.”
“It’s the business of the future to be dangerous.”
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“Men are such cocksuckers, aren’t they? You don’t have to answer that. It’s true. They’re scared. Their dicks get limp when confronted by a woman of obvious power and what do they do about it? Call them witches, burn them, torture them, until every woman is afraid. Afraid of herself… Afraid of men… And all for what? Fear of losing their hard on!“
The plot is simple as can be: Three women in the sleepy little New England town of Eastwick are living, quiet unfulfilled lives. Alexandra (
Together the three of them concoct the perfect man, the man of their dreams: 
With all this talk of women as witches and Nicholson essentially playing himself as a “horny little Devil,” the movie is ripe for biting satire and an interesting dissection on pop gender roles. And don’t get me wrong, you do get a little of that, but at the same time, it wants to be everything to everyone. There’s some Ray Harryhausen/old school Sam Raimi-esque stop motion special effects happening in parts to add a horror quotient (and kind of a silly one) and one of the longest vomit scenes I’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing in film. If I didn’t enjoy this movie as much as I did, then I’d say that the last part of the previous sentence was the ultimate meta comment on what’s on display here.
The women find themselves 
Normally I’d heavily criticize the idea that these women need a man to help them be happy, but I guess you could make the argument that sometimes everyone needs a little help to come out of their shell. But maybe not from the Joker though. When when he uses some of the ideas of feminism as the ultimate tools of seduction against these women at points, always danging ideas of empowerment in front of them like a ball of yarn, but of course never wanting them to reach true liberation of any kind.
And liberation is the key here, but in degrees. Because of the emergence of Nicholson’s satanic figure, Darryl Van Horne, into this once quiet, peaceful community (Eden before the serpent slithered in, we’re told), there has to be a counter figure, the person who’s infused with the spirit of the opposite company: the God proxy, “There is evil here!” prophet. That comes in the form of one of the more uptight ladies of the community, played wonderfully by Veronica Cartwright, who suffers quite physically (and you’ve never seen so many SNL-worthy vomit gags in a serious film as you do here before) for her goodness. It’s not the crazy sex that’s going on among the three women that bothers her, it’s that it’s all done in the name of evil. “Oh, Clyde,” she tells her doting, push over husband played by Richard Jenkins, “I have nothing against a good fuck, but there’s danger here and somebody has to do something about it!”
And when they leave him, he becomes cruel and petty. He’s taken these women to the depths and the heights of both pleasure and perversion, and in return, he’d like to be appreciated a little. And without it, he becomes ruthless in his punishment of them.
Back in 2002, there was a pilot made based on the book starring Marcia Cross, Kelly Rutherford, and Lori Loughlin as the three “witches.” Sounds interesting but probably wasn’t, hence it never being aired let alone going to series. And the story has been made into 
Nicholson cheated on Lara Flynn Boyle, pictured above, with a ballet dancer so she showed up at the Oscars that year in a tutu. Lollipop just told me that story and it blew me away. That’s a great response, I think, on Boyle’s part, and is just another step closer into making me feel that 
I got a copy of Updike’s sequel, 
