The fact that #dothelilo is a meme – and all the lame kids who listen to EDM are doing it – is offensive to me.. But when I saw her drop that dance and the meme accounts pick it up on instagram.. I knew the retard train was rolling…coming our way…and that Lohan would love it because she is finally relevant and being talked about again… Not in a good way, but she doesn’t five a fuck about that….she just wants people talking about her and her daughter of a Rockette turned cocaine huffing partner stage mom…it is what Disney bred her to do..all while looking like an ex pornstar in her 40s addicted to pills. Hot hot….but that’s because I’ve been a Lohan fan for a long fucking time and she can do no wrong…the rest of yall though…can go fuck yourselves… Dancing monkey bitch…the best kind of bitch….but all you internet people are ruining the pure beauty and making it about your damn selves…fuckers. The post #DoTheLilo bothers me of the Day appeared first on DrunkenStepFather.com .
Apparently…I have done a post on Allison Janney… I have no fucking clue who Allison Janney is or why I did a post on her… But I’ll assume she was doing something slutty…like this… The big issue is do I google her, to see who she is, does it really matter…or do I not bother because I don’t care, I am apathetic, and don’t want to put the time into it. It’s not that I don’t have the time, I have been unemployed for 14 years…but when you have nothing to do, and get used to doing nothing, googling Allison Janney seems like work… Also, in all the time I wrote about how I am not going to google her…I could have just googled her…yet instead…I’m trying to see her pussy lip in these pics. JOIN THE NEWSLETTER YOU ASSHOLES! The post Allison Janney GILF Bikini of the day appeared first on DrunkenStepFather.com .
Skin fanatics have been eagerly awaiting the return of Masters of Sex for its second season, and this Sunday night, the wait is finally over. We’ve got a scoop on what to expect from this week’s premiere, so hit the jump to find out more…
The troubles marring the relationship between fast-talking literary agent Jack McCall (Eddie Murphy) and his wife and the mother of his baby Caroline (Kerry Washington) are nothing next to the issues A Thousand Words has in marrying wacky physical comedy and a new age exploration of absentee fathers. The film, which is directed by Norbit ‘s Brian Robbins and written by Bruce Almighty ‘s Steve Koren, is being slung at audiences as a broad family laffer of the Jim Carrey school, but spends just as much time trying to be a serious tale about letting go of childhood resentments and accepting mortality. The “deep” bits aren’t, despite a climactic shot in which Murphy actually frolics with his childhood self through a Terrence Malick-style dreamy field of wheat, and the parts that aim to be funny rarely succeed at that either, telegraphing their punchlines so far in advance that they don’t really need to follow through on them. Murphy’s journey into the lucrative and yet so often awful world of family-friendly comedies is one that’s been taken by plenty of comics, but he wears it worse than most, his edges sanded off and a too calculated look in his eyes as he prepares for the soggy reconciliations with which these stories always end. It doesn’t help that even the pratfalls in A Thousand Words look tired and recycled. McCall climbs a tree to rescue a cat only to have it attack him, making him fall. McCall bluffs his way to the front of a long line at Starbucks by pretending his wife’s in labor. (I realize this is really not the type of film at which to nitpick, but beyond the vaudeville-era mustiness of the gag, why would anyone believe that someone in a wild rush to the hospital would still stop for coffee?) McCall causes multiple car accidents trying to help a blind man cross the street without being able to speak to him. The central conceit in A Thousand Words is that, thanks to a deal he’s made with Dr. Sinja (Cliff Curtis), “the most popular nondenominational religious leader on the planet,” McCall finds that a mystical tree has suddenly grown in the backyard of his swank house of a hill. For every word he says or writes, a leaf falls off, and presumably when they’re all gone both he and the tree will die. (The tree raises some mystical copyediting issues — “dickhead” merits two leaves, but so does “sorta classy.”) McCall obviously has some issues to work through, including the usual ones of working too hard and being emotionally unavailable, factors the film links back to his dad leaving his mom (Ruby Dee) when he was young. Caroline is so upset by his apparent lack of commitment (he refuses to sell his bachelor pad in order to move them into a more child-appropriate house and neighborhood) and unwillingness to communicate (something stepped up by the arrival of the tree) that she leaves him, though not before a laugh-free scene in which she tries to reinvigorate their relationship by wearing vinyl lingerie and breaking out furry handcuffs. That sequence, like most of the other comedic set-pieces, has the feel of something that went from brainstorming board right to the screen, as the film strains its way through every possible scenario that would be awkward when you’re not supposed to talk — ordering coffee, making an international call via an operator, making a deal over the phone, having a business meeting. When the film actually stumbles on a laugh, it seems almost an accident, as when Murphy’s character, high because of pesticides (don’t ask), inserts a breadstick up Allison Janney’s nose. Murphy rolls his eyes and mugs ferociously at the camera — A Thousand Words is the miming showcase the world never asked for — but it’s Hot Tub Time Machine’s Clark Duke, playing McCall’s assistant Aaron Wiseberger, who walks away with the film’s best scene when he’s forced to fill in for his boss at a high-powered dinner during which McCall can’t speak. The only way he knows how to handle a business deal is by channelling his boss, and the entire joke is that he’s a scrawny white kid offering fist bumps and telling someone “Sit your ass down!” But it’s mostly funny because he’s trying to pull off a decent Eddie Murphy. Remember Eddie Murphy? He used to be hilarious. Follow Alison Willmore on Twitter . Follow Movieline on Twitter .
After approximately eighty roles in television and film, four Emmy awards, two Tony nominations and countless Kaiser Permanente ads, the inimitable Allison Janney has certainly earned her place among Hollywood’s best character actresses. In her most recent film, the Civil Rights-era comedy-drama The Help — Tate Taylor’s adaptation of Kathryn Stockett’s novel — the Ohio-bred thesp channeled her own mother to play the worrisome mama bear to Emma Stone’s boundary-pushing protagonist. In lesser hands, Charlotte Phelan could have been a thin character — a Southern woman more concerned with her daughter’s marital prospects than her happiness — but Janney summoned fear, humor and subtlety for a fully-fleshed and fully-flawed character who earns her personal growth.
So this whole Eddie Murphy dropping out of the Academy Awards thing has to be good for someone, right? Maybe even for Eddie Murphy and DreamWorks, who have cleverly unveiled a trailer for the long-postponed Murphy comedy A Thousand Words today, hoping that a little publicity will go a long way for what appears to be a knock-off of one of your favorite Jim Carrey titles.
Kenneth Lonergan has finally finished Margaret , his long, long, long delayed follow-up to You Can Count on Me , which stars Anna Paquin as a flirtatious teen who may or may not have caused a fatal bus accident. Allison Janney, Matt Damon, Mark Ruffalo and Matthew Broderick (who reportedly fronted Lonergan $1 million to finish the project) co-star. Let’s take a look at the trailer for the drama and decide whether it was worth the six-year wait.
Let’s get this out of the way up front: the latest trailer for Moneyball looks like the previous trailer for the film. It makes what many believed to be an unadaptable book into something dramatic, funny and altogether thrilling. At least in trailer form. (It helps that Brad Pitt is putting on the “full Redford” in the campaign; dude looks like Roy Hobbs’s son.) That said, there is a quibble — at least from a baseball standpoint.
Party like it’s 2006! According to a Facebook posting from Exhibitor Relations, Margaret — Kenneth Lonergan’s long, long, long, long, long delayed follow-up to You Can Count on Me — will arrive in theaters on Sept. 30 via Fox Searchlight. The film stars Matt Damon, Mark Ruffalo, Matthew Broderick, Allison Janney, and Anna Paquin, and deals with the aftermath of a tragic school bus accident. [ Facebook ]
Olivia Wilde is smokin’ hot, but her nude near-miss in Cowboys & Aliens will leave you feeling burnt. To see Olivia get really Wilde, check out her topless scene in Alpha Dog. The West Wing’s Allison Janney celebrates her golden anniversary by baring her golden globes in Life During Wartime, and Playmates Karissa and Kristina Shannon and Crystal Harris bare boobs , butt and shaved front lawns on The Girls Next Door, season six. These bunny babes will put a fence post in your pants