Chesty Morgan ‘s udderly improbable 73-23-36 figure is a miracle of nature, and like all of Nature’s finest creations it is something to be contemplated (ie, stared at) for extended periods of time. So it’s fortunate that Image Entertainment is giving breast men their breast opportunity ever to appreciate Chesty’s twin talents with the Chesty Morgan’s Bosom Buddies Blu-ray! The Blu-ray disc combines Chesty’s most famous films, both directed by smut-peddler extraordinaire Doris Wishman: Deadly Weapons (1973) and Double Agent 73 (1974). Rounding out the set is The Immoral Three (1975), starring Cindy Boudreau , Sandra Kay , and Michele Marie as Chesty’s well-endowed daughters, presented for the first time ever on Blu-ray (or DVD, for that matter!) This TITillating trio hits Blu-ray on July 3rd , but until then Chesty Morgan ‘s cups always runneth over here at MrSkin.com!
Even without Mickey Rourke! “I remember meeting with a studio executive after he saw the movie and he said, ‘You have a lot to learn about editing.’ I said ‘I’m sure I do, give me an example.’ He brought up the roast beef sandwich scene. ‘Well you’re going on and on with, “Are you gonna eat the sandwich, not eat the sandwich,” just cut it and get on with the story.’ I said, ‘Well, that is the story.’ It’s a way to talk about friendship. A lot of time you see movies and people are talking about, ‘How long have we been friends?’ Friends don’t talk about being friends. From the nature of their conversation, you know they’re friends. That was the point. We talk about problems with girlfriends in abstract ways, we get off the point, we get into arguments that are not essential to what the argument is really about. We’re always messy. That, really was the point of Diner .” [ Baltimore Magazine via The Awl ]
O_o Reporter Asks Rihanna About Her Affair With Ashton Kutcher Admit it: Somewhere deep inside you, there’s a part of you that really wants to know whether Rihanna actually paid a 4 a.m. visit to Ashton Kutcher’s house (you wouldn’t have otherwise clicked on this article, hmm?). But such tabloid fodder rarely gets vocalized to a celebrity’s face, which makes this press conference with Rihanna, in London to promote her new film “Battleship,” all the more painful. In it, the “We Found Love” singer rips an intrepid reporter named “Sarah,” who dares question the nature of RiRi and Kutcher’s relationship. Asks Sarah: “You’re so good with connecting with people, that I think that we actually feel we know you. Things are clearly going brilliantly in your career. I just wondered if you are as happy in your private life. Will we be seeing a certain Mr. Kutcher perhaps making a trip over here?” Damn, some balls on this broad! Source Image via WENN/YouTube Hit the flip to see Rihanna’s response…
**Posted by Phineas In a new Firewall series, Bill Whittle wants to look at the ideas in play in American politics today. But, before dealing with Right versus Left, Conservative versus Liberal, democracy versus republic, or even Mary Anne versus Ginger, Bill starts with the fundament upon which all else is built: the nature of Broadcasting platform : YouTube Source : Sister Toldjah Discovery Date : 08/03/2012 09:18 Number of articles : 3
21 Jump Street looks like a surefire hit. The film, based on the 1980s TV series that launched Johnny Depp’s career, stars and is produced by Jonah Hill, alongside witting accomplice Channing Tatum. As a couple of new police academy graduates sent into a high school undercover to bring down a drug ring, the two leads are both hilarious in this NSFW trailer. The TV series may not have been a comedy of this nature, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. The film hits theaters March 16. Here’s a long sneak preview: 21 Jump Street Trailer
I mean, of all the things bringing down that Oscar intro, Twitter jumped on this ? “‘I am 100 percent certain that my father is smiling. Billy previously played my father when he was alive, and my father gave Billy his full blessing,’ she continues, noting that Saturday Night Live gave the imitation ‘legendary status.’ [… Tracey] Davis, now 50, does however take issue with using the word ‘blackface,’ attributing the term born in the 1800s to describe white actors in makeup playing black characters, to early film stars such as Al Jolson, not Crystal, per se.” [ THR ]
Though it’s always a bad idea to review a director’s intentions at the expense of the actual results, there’s something about Paul Weitz’s movies that makes you want to cut him a little extra slack. Weitz, with his brother Chris, was one-half of the directing team that brought us About a Boy (an affecting and well-crafted adaptation of Nick Hornby’s novel), as well as American Pie (which, despite its reputation as a teen raunchfest, was surprisingly in tune with the complexities of sexual relationships as they’re experienced by young women). The pictures Weitz has directed on his own have been either unjustly overlooked (as in the case of the freewheeling satire American Dreamz ) or justifiably lambasted (there’s not much to say about the icky gun-for-hire vehicle Little Fockers ). But when Weitz is at his best, his films show an easygoing open-heartedness that more technically gifted directors – we’re looking at you, Alexander Payne – can’t even begin to muster. There may not be a single misanthropic bone in his body. Which is a way of saying that the vibe of Weitz’s latest, Being Flynn, may have a greater impact than the sum of its parts. Jonathan Flynn (Robert De Niro) is an aging, crabby, racist nutter of a cab driver who’s convinced he’s the most brilliant (undiscovered) writer of his time: He’s got a multi-volume opus — with the rather ominously intriguing title “The Button Man” – stored away in his jam-packed rat’s cubby of an apartment. His son, Nick (Paul Dano), is also an aspiring writer, and he too is struggling to understand exactly how that shapes his identity. But Jonathan and Nick must suffer their respective delusions and anxieties separately: They’ve been estranged for as long as Nick can remember, and he’s been raised by his hard-working, long-suffering mother (Julianne Moore, whose occasional appearances in the angst-ridden narrative are like small puffs of ocean air; how a woman can believably play a character who’s working two exhausting jobs and still look so radiant is beyond me). Nick and Jonathan reconnect when Jonathan tracks him down to ask for help: He needs Nick to help him move his stuff into a storage facility after he’s evicted from his apartment. (The offense: He went after a noisy neighbor with a heavy stick outfitted with two sharp nails, the first of several Travis Bickle-style warning signs that are played more for laughs than for suspense.) By this time the aimless Nick has begun working at a homeless shelter, at the urging of a fetching new female acquaintance, Denise (Olivia Thirlby, who gives some nicely chiseled contours to a rather shapeless role). Imagine his surprise when Pops shows up at the shelter, having lost his cabbie’s license thanks in part to his irrepressible irascibility. The previously nebulous relationship between Nick and Jonathan takes a more concrete form almost immediately, and it isn’t pretty. Being Flynn isn’t sure what it wants to be about: We get lots of voice-over from Dano’s Nick, musing painfully about what it means to be a writer, or even just a maybe-writer, while also reflecting on the nature of the barely-there relationship he has with his father. Meanwhile, Jonathan goes further and further off the deep end, acting more unlikable (not to mention certifiable) before, at the end, being redeemed by a last-minute bout of semi-benevolent winkling and twinkling. The script was adapted by Weitz from Nick Flynn’s Another Bullshit Night in Suck City: A Memoir , and as he’s shaped the material for the screen, he’s made sure that Nick’s youthful disaffection and befuddlement comes through loud and clear. That may be too much of a bad thing, and Dano drifts through it all like a moon-faced naïf; he’s either giving a really subtle performance, or he’s doing absolutely nothing – it’s hard to tell. The moody, aimless, self-absorbed voice-overs he’s given don’t help much, though it is possible to feel the occasional tug of sympathy for Nick: Dano has the flat, impassive face of a doll from a Brothers Quay animation, but every once in a while, a shadow of confused pain drifts visibly across it. Jonathan is a tougher case: The more he misbehaves, the harder it is to like him, and although De Niro plays the role with the right degree of mischievous menace, his shtick wears thin rather rapidly. This is a character who’s so much larger than life that he’s barely equipped to live it: He’s been a legend in his own mind for so long that he can barely conceive of any effect he might have on other people. De Niro bites into the role with gusto, but that makes it all the more wearisome to watch. You want Nick and Jonathan to find their way toward that necessary connection, but you also dread getting there: That means these two personalities, one rather indistinct and the other far too big for the britches of real life, will have to meet somewhere in the middle, and you just know it’s going to be anticlimactic. And sure enough, it is. Yet there’s no doubt that Being Flynn is an attempt at something painful and genuine – the movie itself yearns to make a connection, even if it can’t quite locate the most effective channels. Some of its problems may be rooted in the tone as dictated by the source material: At one point Nick, thinking aloud in voice-over about the non-relationship he has with his father, wonders if they’ll find each other if Nick just stays in one place. “But what if both of you are lost and you both end up in the same place, waiting,” he says aloud, giving in to that kind of circular nonthinking that writers, as they’re depicted on-screen, so often indulge in. Maybe if Nick did less thinking out loud, and if Jonathan had fewer lovable-loose-cannon moments, Being Flynn would be a more direct, more effective picture. As it is, it’s a movie that’s always thinking out loud, leaving us waiting, and waiting, for it to take action. Follow Stephanie Zacharek on Twitter . Follow Movieline on Twitter .
Floyd Mayweather’s lovely lady friend Shantell aka Ms. Jackson is doing her model thang The boxer lovin’ banger graces the March cover of Nine5Four Magazine where she’s not shy at all about showcasing her assets. Enjoy the view! You likey??? More On Bossip! TwitterFiles: Out-Of-Pocket Nicki Minaj Stans Go HAM On Jill Scott After She Tweets About Exorcism Grammy Performance! Which NBA Player Was Hanging Out With This Boobed Out Beck During All-Star Weekend? A Lil Black Matrimony-dom: Comedian Kel Mitchell Weds His Boo Thang Asia Lee Take The Advice: People That Got Together When Everyone Told Them Not To
SMH at them getting it poppin on a air mattress and this guy gets an NFL paycheck. Denver Broncos wide receiver Demaryius Thomas testified at former teammate Perrish Cox’s sexual assault trial Wednesday, saying that Cox carried a sleeping woman into his bed and then told Thomas, “I think she’s ready.” Cox is accused of sexually assaulting the woman, who testified earlier Wednesday. Both the woman and Thomas told jurors they kissed on an air mattress at Cox’s apartment after meeting Cox and Cox’s girlfriend at a club. Thomas said the woman fell asleep, and he dismissed Cox’s suggestion, saying he didn’t want to have sex with the woman because she was drunk. “I wanted to have sex with her but I didn’t,” Thomas testified. “We hadn’t done nothing before. I wasn’t going to try nothing that night because she had been drinking. She had got drunk.” Cox’s lawyer, Harvey Steinberg, objected to Thomas’ testimony because he hadn’t used the “she’s ready” phrase in a previous interview and asked for a mistrial. The judge rejected that. Thomas testified that Cox then sat with him in the living room for a while. He said the woman was still in the bedroom when he left about an hour later. The woman testified that she had a fuzzy memory of what happened that night and suspected she had been drugged after she woke up feeling sick the next day. Under questioning from Cox’s attorney, the woman said if something had happened with Thomas, she wouldn’t have considered it rape. “It wouldn’t have been fine but I wouldn’t have seen it as rape if he admitted it,” she said, referring to Thomas. She said Thomas denied that anything had happened. Later, she found out she was pregnant, and she contacted authorities Oct. 28, 2010. A DNA analyst testified that a paternity test using a sample taken from the woman’s placenta showed that Cox was the father, with more than 99 percent certainty. Thomas and Cox’s roommate, Cassius Vaughn, who was asleep in the apartment at the time of the alleged assault, also submitted DNA samples and were ruled out as the father. Steinberg rebutted the expert’s testimony by suggesting the sample may have been contaminated because it was an expedited request. Prosecutors Chris Gallo and Bob Chappell present a case that’s straightforward: Cox denies having sex with the woman, who can’t recall having sex that night but became pregnant and Cox’s DNA matched the fetus. But Steinberg, through cross examination of the prosecutors’ witnesses, paints a picture of partying and failed sexual relations between Thomas and the woman, and possible sexual relations between the woman and Cox’s girlfriend, Carthy Che. Thomas testified that the alleged victim was the aggressor when she jumped in the front seat with him and they started kissing as they drove with Cox and Che to Cox’s apartment. The alleged victim testified that she didn’t think she was drunk because she said she could have between 10 and 15 drinks without blacking out. Che also testified but rambled at times and couldn’t recall whether she spoke to an investigator who was sitting in the courtroom. In a question sent through Douglas County District Judge Paul King, jurors asked whether she was under the influence of drugs or alcohol. Thomas said the woman and Che appeared fine and were able to walk up the stairs to the apartment. Thomas sent the woman a text message around noon that day to ask if she remembered what happened earlier, which the woman told police she found suspicious. Thomas said he sent the text after Vaughn told him at practice that Che and the accuser had “girl-on-girl action.” “I asked if she hooked up with Che,” Thomas testified. He said he stopped texting her after she didn’t respond to about five messages. Cox has pleaded not guilty to one count of sexual assault while the victim was physically helpless and one count of sexual assault while the victim was incapable of determining the nature of the conduct. He faces two years to life in prison if convicted. Wow. Just wow!!! This story is wrong on too many fawking levels!!! So….they take a drunk girl home from the club, she gets it in with dude and his girl…then dude tries to get her to screw his teammate too…then girl gets pregnant and it’s the dude’s seed?!?!?!!? SMH. Victim is video vixen Camille Washington pictured below: Source More On Bossip! TwitterFiles: Out-Of-Pocket Nicki Minaj Stans Go HAM On Jill Scott After She Tweets About Exorcism Grammy Performance! Which NBA Player Was Hanging Out With This Boobed Out Beck During All-Star Weekend? A Lil Black Matrimony-dom: Comedian Kel Mitchell Weds His Boo Thang Asia Lee Take The Advice: People That Got Together When Everyone Told Them Not To
Tune in today at 4 p.m. ET on MTV.com to catch a special introduction from DJ Whoo Kid and G-Unit signee Paris. By Rob Markman Tyga Photo: C Flanigan/ WireImage It’s been a long time coming, but Tyga has finally released his Young Money debut, Careless World: Rise of the Last King, and to celebrate, the L.A. spitter will visit “RapFix Live” on Wednesday (February 29). It hasn’t been an easy road for Tyga, who released his independent debut LP, No Introduction, in 2008, but after hooking up with Lil Wayne’s YMCMB crew, he has amassed a series of wins. His biggest single, “Rack City,” has already peaked at #3 on the Billboard Rap Songs chart and spawned a high-profile remix featuring T.I., Young Jeezy, Wale, Fabolous and Meek Mill . While tracks like the Lil Wayne-assisted “Faded” and “King & Queens” featuring Wale and Nas have fans excited about the album, which was released February 21, there is still some controversy surrounding the release. It seems Tyga failed to clear a sample from Dr. Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream” speech and the physical CD was pulled from major retail chains like Best Buy and Target. The snafu will no doubt put a dent in Tyga’s first-week sales, but he is still projected to sell about 75,000 copies digitally. Houston rapper Trae Tha Truth will also appear on this week’s “RapFix Live” to make a special announcement. Emerging from the underground rap crew the Screwed Up Click, Trae has made quite a name for himself in the streets. With a number of solo albums, mixtapes and collaboration LPs like 2003’s A–holes by Nature , with Z-Ro, Trae has become one of the most respected MCs in the game. His 2011 LP Street King featured contributions from Lil Wayne, Rick Ross, Wyclef Jean and Wiz Khalifa, to name a few. Now Trae is ready to take a new step in his career, but you have to tune in to “RapFix Live” on Wednesday to find out. Finally, DJ Whoo Kid is set to hit the famous red couch with newly inked G-Unit Signee Paris. Fans may have heard the femcee spitting on 50 Cent’s latest mixtape project, Big 10. Catch Tyga, DJ Whoo Kid and Trae tha Truth on “RapFix Live” Wednesday at 4 p.m. ET on MTV.com, and be sure to join the Twitter conversation using the hashtags #RapFixLive. Send your questions for the artists to @MTVRapFiX! Related Artists Tyga Trae Tha Truth
