Enchantermon on 31/5/2010 at 01:25
Quote Posted by BrokenArts
Very similar image as the one above, they must of chopped out her mole, and gave her that smooth look.
You can still barely see the mole in the top photo if you know right where to look (which, considering the bottom picture, you should).
SD on 31/5/2010 at 03:13
She had her mole removed a couple years back, it went cancerous or wanted equal billing or something.
Morte on 31/5/2010 at 15:09
Apparently it's so awful that even if you're explicitly not going to go on a rant, you'll wind up singing The Internationale on radio.
I love Kermode
nicked on 31/5/2010 at 18:59
I actually thought he was going to have an aneurysm when the woman said she was gonna see it anyway.
SubJeff on 31/5/2010 at 19:02
Ah, dames.
Queue on 3/6/2010 at 03:07
I'd like to say thank you for bringing this wonderful piece of art to fruition, and for the contribution it shall make in bettering the world by it's very existence. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
At this time, I would like to personally kick each one of the "girls" in the cunt with disdain.
(P.S. I'd rather do Dee Snider over Flossy there anyday.)
Aja on 3/6/2010 at 17:38
Kermode's review is wonderful, but this thread got pretty hypocritical pretty quickly.
Queue on 3/6/2010 at 20:25
I still don't understand a world in which films that display the potential of being something truly interesting, challenging, stimulating, or thought-provoking -- or at the very least not just another vapid piece of shit -- have trouble even getting made, much less released. Take The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus as an example: fucking thing was wonderful, yet had no marketing behind it when it finally was released, which in itself was a battle just to even happen here in the States. Or, The Road: great book, star-power behind the film, and was in and out of the theaters as quickly as possible--if it even went to a theater near you. Yet films like Sex and the City 2, something the caters to the demography of those that find Cosmopolitan a great work of literature (you know, dumbs broads that need a magazine to tell them how to masturbate or how to give a blow job because they can't quite figure it out on their own) get money tossed at them and marketing galore.
So is it a case of have we lowered our standards as a whole, or are our standards now being defined by the industry hellbent on spoon-feeding us this shit?