Do you remember that creepy kid who was big in the 90s, who was Academy award nominated for the Sixth Sense or some Speilberg bullshit….well have you realized that he kinda dropped off the face of the industry after hitting puberty….and you haven’t really thought much of him since….well it turns out that he’s gone and got himself a sex change, got himself cast on Hannah Montana, and has developed a whole fan bases as this new character Emily Osment….you know reinvented himself….and now he’s turned to twitter to seduce the jailbait loving perverts that follow him….showing a little leg like he was seeing dead people….and the whole thing is too fucking weird for me to fully grasp…but I will post the pics for you tranny loving perverts. I approve of this message: LIKE US ON FACEBOOK EVEN IF YOU DON’T LIKE US
Kim Kardashian turned to her hired professional photographer and retoucher to take a few slutty pics of her in a bikini for her pervert fans who want to see the bitch half naked cuz they aren’t over the fact that she likes getting fucked by black men on camera, or that she’s got a fat ass that they think is perfection, Because she doesn’t want her idiot fans grasping that it is all smoke and mirrors, retouching, photoshop, straps to cover up the fact she’s a lazy fucking pig….you know they believe what they see, believe the dream and think her curves are just shape and not thanks to eating fried foods while lying in bed all day as servents rub her tacky, materialistic, souless feet… She is garbage…..and here she is trying to stay relevant as long as she can….in a white bikini…. She also posted her hairy Armenian monster feet for the foot fetishists…. I approve of this message: LIKE US ON FACEBOOK EVEN IF YOU DON’T LIKE US
Kim Kardashian turned to her hired professional photographer and retoucher to take a few slutty pics of her in a bikini for her pervert fans who want to see the bitch half naked cuz they aren’t over the fact that she likes getting fucked by black men on camera, or that she’s got a fat ass that they think is perfection, Because she doesn’t want her idiot fans grasping that it is all smoke and mirrors, retouching, photoshop, straps to cover up the fact she’s a lazy fucking pig….you know they believe what they see, believe the dream and think her curves are just shape and not thanks to eating fried foods while lying in bed all day as servents rub her tacky, materialistic, souless feet… She is garbage…..and here she is trying to stay relevant as long as she can….in a white bikini…. She also posted her hairy Armenian monster feet for the foot fetishists…. I approve of this message: LIKE US ON FACEBOOK EVEN IF YOU DON’T LIKE US
It seems likely that Kim Kardashian did not, for once, orchestrate her latest PR bonanza. According to TMZ, the woman behind this idiot’s flour bombing late last week is Christina Cho , an infamous PETA activist known for disrupting events in order to get that organization’s message out. In 2010, for example, she grabbed a microphone from designer Donna Karan and condemned the use of fur in fashion. Christina Cho Denounces Fur in Fashion Christina, whose sister is a top PETA official, won an award from the group two years ago for her efforts. PETA, meanwhile, has denied any involvement in the flour bombing , although it’s been clear that it stands behind the culprit. Kardashian said over the weekend that she will press charges against Cho, while PETA responded that the ex-sex tape star should get a life .
There’s a peculiar kind of pleasure to be found in watching Channing Tatum and Jonah Hill, in 21 Jump Street , horsing around and generally acting like doofuses for our amusement. As rookie cops assigned to patrol — by bicycle — a city park, they’re more than ready to prove their tough-guy status: When they spot a bunch of biker guys experiencing the joys of cannabis beneath a tree, they strut toward the gang in their shorts and bike helmets, but not before flipping their kickstands down with a mighty thwack . Later, Hill says a fervent prayer in the Catholic church that serves as headquarters for the undercover unit to which the duo has been assigned, its sign outside reading, in mistranslated Korean, “Aroma of Christ Church.” Hill kneels in front of the crucifix, beginning his urgent plea with the words, “Hey, Korean Jesus…” That irreverent riff captures the tone of the whole picture — it’s a ramshackle thing, a goof on the idea that anyone might actually care about a movie based on an old TV show, or that anyone might actually care about a movie at all. For the first half, at least, 21 Jump Street gives us reason to care. In recent years, the mania for turning old TV shows into movies has waned — a good thing, particularly given the ungodly mess known as The Green Hornet . Still, movies inspired by TV shows are coming back with a tiny vengeance — we have Tim Burton’s Dark Shadows , to name just one, to look forward to later this spring. And for now, 21 Jump Street is a small puff of fresh air simply because it’s not, like umpteen other releases coming down the pike, based on a comic-book series. Instead, its inspiration is a show that made its debut on the then-fledgling Fox Network in 1987 (and also helped launch the career of Johnny Depp, long before he became buried under Burton’s makeup or obscured by pirate-y facial hair), although this 21 Jump Street has its own distinct, goofy flavor. The movie opens in 2005, when Schmidt (Hill) and Jenko (Tatum) are still high school students. Schmidt is the smart, shlubby, unpopular one — he’s an Eminem nut with a crop of bottle-blond hair, which could be sort of cool if his braces didn’t ruin the whole effect. Jenko is the dumb, sleepy-eyed jock with lank, shaggy hair. When the school principal informs him that he can’t go to the prom and that it’s “time to pay the piper,” he squints at her dimly and murmurs, “I should pay who?” Fast-forward a few years, and these two have become first police academy buddies (Jenko, recognizing he could use some help in the smarts department, latches onto Schmidt) and then rookie officers. After botching that aforementioned pot bust, the two are reassigned to an undercover unit — headed by a hard-ass, and very funny, Ice Cube — in which their job is to pose as teenagers and find the source of a drug that’s sweeping the local high school. 21 Jump Street is at its best when directors Phil Lord and Chris Miller — the guys behind the much-loved 2009 Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs — just let Hill and Tatum run with the patent ridiculousness of the setup. (The script is by Michael Bacall, from a story by Bacall and Hill.) Hill is reasonably funny and relaxed here; even when he’s playing the loser-sadsack, he radiates more confidence than he has in the past, instead of just relying on shtick. He still has that unassuming, “Who, me?” demeanor, but he’s more fully in control of it than ever before. And Tatum, who has already proved to be a marvelous dramatic actor even in throwaway pictures like Dear John (he also recently starred in the megahit The Vow ), has the kind of comic timing that’s deceptively laid-back and sharp at the same time. His Jenko comes off as an easygoing galoot, which makes the idiot-savant observations he comes up with that much funnier. Schmidt, upon his return to high school, notes that all the things that made him uncool in his own high-school days (caring about the environment, being tolerant) have now become hip. Jenko agrees, and he doesn’t like it, looking for a place to lay the blame: “I know the cause. It’s Glee ,” he says definitively, like a Sherlock Holmes who’s spent too much time parked in front of the tube. Together Hill and Tatum are so much fun to watch that it’s disappointing when the story around them becomes overly cluttered and convoluted. To say 21 Jump Street loses the plot isn’t quite accurate: It’s a pretty loose-limbed affair from the get-go. But Lord and Miller insist on turning it into an action film, complete with elaborate car chases and shootouts that betray the spirit of silliness they laid out at the beginning. 21 Jump Street falters when it becomes too ambitious. Its finest moments — as when Schmidt and Jenko sternly forbid a bratty kid from feeding ducks in the park, which causes him to immediately (what else?) feed the ducks — are the ones that feel unplanned and tossed-off. In those moments, 21 Jump Street shows a kind of wayward, pigeon-toed brilliance. Maybe that particular brand of half-assed genius is too evanescent to survive a whole movie. 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Critics are a bit grossed out by the raunchy comedy but still charmed by leading man Paul Rudd. By Kara Warner Paul Rud and Jennifer Aniston in “Wanderlust” Photo: Universal Fans of the big-screen pairing of Jennifer Aniston and Paul Rudd have likely been waiting for the two likable actors to reunite since their 1998 romantic dramedy “The Object of My Affection.” At long last, that wait is over with the release of “Wanderlust,” a comedy in which Aniston and Rudd play a stressed-out Manhattan couple who end up traveling through a hippie-ish community that teaches them a lesson or two about what’s really important in life. The critical response is at 55 percent “Fresh” over at Rotten Tomatoes , with some folks enjoying the awkward humor and unflappable charm of Paul Rudd and others having issues with Rudd and Aniston’s schtick. Read on as we frolic through the “Wanderlust” reviews! The Irresistible Charm of Paul Rudd “Paul Rudd is the best friend a movie comedy can have. He always delivers the goods and something extra, usually something wild and weirdly wonderful. In ‘Wanderlust,’ Rudd lets the funny fly. Like the movie he’s in, Rudd only seems normal. Inside, it’s all deliriously unhinged. Rudd plays George, an uptight Wall Street suit squeezed into a Manhattan micro-loft with his documentarian wife Linda (Jennifer Aniston) until the recession shuts them both down. Off they go to Georgia where his idiot brother (Ken Marino, the film’s co-writer) offers him a job in his porta-potty business. Unacceptable. So George and Linda take shelter in Elysium, a commune where craziness reigns along with pot, acid, dodgy hygiene and free love. When the luscious Eva (Malin Akerman) offers to get it on with him, George unravels his straight laces. Here comes the Rudd time capsule moment: In a mirror, George rehearses talking dirty to Eva, taking the word ‘dick’ and stretching it into syllables of near-pornographic hilarity. It helps that Rudd is once again working with director and co-writer David Wain, as he did in ‘Role Models’ and the immortal 2001 indie ‘Wet Hot American Summer.’ ” — Peter Travers, Rolling Stone The Comedy and Quirk Factors “In sophisticated comedy, what’s funny is the tension between proper manners and the nasty or sexy subtext. Whereas in low comedy, there are no manners, and the nasty or sexy subtext is right there on the surface. And then there’s ‘Wanderlust,’ in which the subtext is blasted through megaphones — the characters say so insanely much you want to scream. The satire is as broad as a battleship and equally bombarding. But it takes guts to do a comedy this big without gross-out slapstick, and the writers and the actors are all in. … You say it sounds like a bunch of stereotypes — and 40-year-old stereotypes? The defense concedes the point. It’s not fresh terrain. But this tribe of hippies is also a tribe of marvelously inventive comic actors doing a fair amount of inspired improvisation and grooving on the mindset.” — David Edelstein, NPR The Final Word, Pro-Con-Pro Style “The role of an uptight fish out of water is what Rudd was born for, and he plays George with the congeniality and improvisatorial brio for which he’s become deservedly famous. He and Theroux, who’s barely recognizable beneath a thatch of long hair and a beard, deliver the most well-earned laughs in ‘Wanderlust,’ which otherwise traffics in tired jokes about menstrual cycles, placenta soup and rubbing your fingers together instead of clapping. … Between this film and last summer’s ‘Horrible Bosses,’ Aniston’s coyness — starring in explicit movies without having to be explicit herself — seems to be becoming her stock in trade. It’s not a particularly commendable one, and ‘Wanderlust’ does little to disprove that she’s still a star more suited to TV rather than the big screen. As for Rudd, he still has charm to burn, even playing a type he’s long since outgrown. Like George observing the overgrown children of Elysium, it might be time for Rudd to move on.” — Ann Hornaday, The Washington Post “The production has all the style and subtlety — and, admittedly, the exuberance — of TV sketch material. A psychedelic sequence makes Madonna’s halftime show look like high art. Both the straight and hippie realms are populated by parallel groups of fevered eccentrics; the cast includes Mr. Marino, Justin Theroux, Malin Akerman, Joe Lo Truglio, Kathryn Hahn, Kerri Kenney, Lauren Ambrose and Linda Lavin. Alan Alda is the commune’s venerable founder, Carvin, whose brain long ago failed the acid test. ‘Wanderlust’ is nothing if not strenuous, strident and gross, and most of it fails the comedy test.” — Joe Morgenstern, Wall Street Journal “There are so many things to feel guilty about liking in the pure and prurient guilty pleasure that is ‘Wanderlust.’ Starring Paul Rudd and Jennifer Aniston, this is a comedy of no manners about finding your bliss and escaping the modern grind. The laughter is served up naughty and nice, and frequently au naturel, earning it an R rating when perhaps RR (really raunchy) would have been more appropriate. Appropriateness, however, has pretty much been jettisoned by the filmmakers, who have opted instead for the good-fun-found-in-bad-taste tradition of ‘The Hangover.’ Directed by David Wain and co-written with his frequent comic collaborator, Ken Marino, the film is, overall, a very wobbly affair starting with all the dangling naked body parts that greet George (Rudd) and Linda (Aniston) when the couple pulls into a free-love commune they mistake for a B&B.” — Betsy Sharkey, Los Angeles Times Check out everything we’ve got on “Wanderlust.” For breaking news, celebrity columns, humor and more — updated around the clock — visit MTVMoviesBlog.com . Related Videos MTV First: Paul Rudd & Jennifer Aniston Related Photos ‘Wanderlust’
This has to be another sign of the time now most people don’t get to sue the robbers who stole their drug stash. But we guess there’s a first time for everything! A man in California is planning to file a lawsuit against the men convicted of robbing him of six pounds of pot. Michael Steffens , 51, is seeking $18,000 in restitution, and the court is actually on his side! Steffens says he smokes marijuana for back pain. He wants the robbers to pay a high price for his loss! Meanwhile, the courts won’t be having any sympathy for this guy. Devante Saxton , 19, stupidly tried to make it past juvenile detention center security with five bags of weed on his person! Before going through the Illinois facility’s metal detector, this idiot emptied his pockets and placed his drugs in a bin to be scanned. He was arrested and charged with pot possession – obviously.
I hate the paparazzi…not so much the immigrants taking the pictures…but the agencies who control the pictures, who sell the pictures, and who work with the publicists to find out where the celebrities are when they aren’t staging pictures to get attention….. They are the scum of the earth, they are trying to sue all the blogs cuz they feel that their pictures aren’t public, but that the celebs they take pictures are, and it’s a fucking scam….that fuels a stupid fucking industry….. So since I think Paparazzi and celebrity gossip is fucking retarded – part of the reason I do this site…I’ve decided to partake in it by reporting to you that Ashley Greeen’s handler calls her Ash….a revelation on par with Brad Pitt feeding the kids Soda, or any other idiotic caption you’ve read this week that made you go “who fucking cares”…. Here’s a video of Christina Milian’s ass with some more genius conversation from the paparazzi in efforts to make this post worth looking at…but the idiot paparazzi didn’t follow the ass as it walked by them…every dude knows when a girl walks by..you fucking follow….idiots….but I guess that was expected based on their career choices…
This douchebag had it coming. When CNN Anchor Nancy Grace hears a friend of Joran Vander Sloot say that his latest victim “should have” done more to prevent her own death, Grace tells him he’s a fool and tells the crew to cut off his mic! More On Bossip! Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner: Here Are Some Current And Future Celebrity Stepdads Handling Their Biz With The Kids Out Of Pocket Old Heads: Mama Jones Starts Twitter War With Olivia???? Canada Dry: Tattoo Artist Claims That Drake Waited In His Car And Sent His Bodyguards To Confront Him Elsewhere In The World: J.R. Smith’s Sister Goes H.A.M. In The Stands At Chinese Game, Choking Out Broads And Catching Fade With An Old Head!
I am totally uninterested in this bitch Jessie J. But my neighbor shut off my internet access by putting a password on his shit, and these are some of the only pictures I have uploaded ready to post…. I don’t know what she is, or what she does….I do know she normally dresses like a fucking idiot and sometimes dressing like that idiot, includes tight, sheer clothes, but she’s never flashing tit, nipple, pussy or anus, so she’s just another idiot trying to be a popstar, while really just boring the fuck out of everyone…especially the perverts…like me….but here she is in a see through dress anyway….blame technology.
