For those who have long lamented that their local watering hole lacks a certain, nightmarish fusion of gruesome anatomical mutation and twisted machinery—or alternately, that it could use just a smidge more—you may soon have a …
The Giger Public House: You’ll Never Know Who’ll Pop Out Next™
What really makes “Sex Sent Me to the ER” distinctively unpleasant, though, are the re-enactments of the incidents being described by the actual participants. It’s not that they are X- or even R-rated. It’s that they are given a leering, heavy-breathing quality that might be intended to be funny but that makes you want to send your brain out for a steam cleaning.
Pilates, y’all. All day every day, y’know what I’m saying?
A new movie comes out based on the characters and tales of Marvel Comics. A true fan has a date with a non-fanatic, although he’s read a comic or two and knows the general outline of the characters. Let’s see what happens.
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Yeah, pretty much nails it.
Shia LaBeouf plagiarizes Daniel Clowes comic for his film, responds with plagiarized apology · The A.V. Club
So the question becomes: Is LaBeouf’s entire public persona—including the affected self-comparisons to Warren Beatty, and the clichéd bad-boy bar fights—some sort of living-art, Warholian commentary on the thin line separating plagiarism and creativity within the Hollywood factory, whose scope also encompasses the repetitiveness of celebrity scandal?
Or is Shia LaBeouf just a fucking asshat?