This sick ba$tard had the nerve to be “laughing and smiling” at the time of his arrest. Via Huffington Post: Following a brief manhunt, authorities in Oklahoma arrested a 17-year-old boy accused of beating his mother to death with the butt of a shotgun. Henry ‘Hank’ Laird was reportedly “laughing and smiling” when he surrendered to police Wednesday afternoon in south Tulsa, according to KRMG. Police said it took 20 minutes to persuade Laird to give himself up, News On 6 reports. “We are just thankful we have [Laird] in custody,” Officer Jill Roberson told Tulsa World. “There has already been one tragedy out of this. We definitely did not want another one.” Henry Laird’s mother, Linda Laird, 56, was found dead Tuesday morning. The Oklahoma State Medical Examiner’s Office determined that she suffered “blunt force trauma to the head and neck” and ruled the death a homicide, CBS reports. Police discovered the victim’s body at the bottom of a staircase in her home. Prior to locating Laird, police arrested 19 year old Josiah Israel Sklar at a motel. Sklar, Laird’s alleged accomplice, told police he was present Monday night when the suspect allegedly bludgeoned his mother to death with the thick end of a shotgun. Arrest reports say Laird struck his mother at least 20 times using the weapon, FOX 23 reports. Laird is charged with first-degree murder. What a monster. This youth seriously needs help. What’s with all
I haven’t seen The Paperboy, but I hear it has some steamy Nicole Kidman scenes in it, including but not limited to peeing or being peed on and that sounds like a lot of fun because I have a thing for Nicole Kidman….but only because I’ve never banged a ginger…but am dying to….even when they have hands like this that look like they’ve already died…cuz I guess BOTOX doesn’t work on anything but face… I came across these crotch shots and figured I’d put them up….even if I have nothing to say about them…cuz I’m too busy watching the pantyhose being ripped the fuck off…HOT….like a rushed masturbation or fuck… FOLLOW THIS LINK
I really really exciting Taylor Swift news….no…she isn’t pregnant…no her serial dating hasn’t ended in multiple abortions from different men of various ages….no she hasn’t got a condom sponsorship….and these aren’t pics of her getting a PAP Smear or her HPV Vaccine….these are pics of her dressed like Rapunzel for all you weird perverts who watch Disney movies with your kids and think – I’d totally do Jasmine or Pokemom or Snow White the gangbang queen….because I know that somewhere out there…is someone who’s really into these pics….unfortunately that person isn’t me…I find Taylor Swift annoying, her music annoying, her constant sex with dudes semi interesting but ultimately annoying cuz she uses it for marketing…and the whole thing is brainwashing the youth….making her the devil….
Earlier this week, Funny or Die tried to answer the question I hoped would never get asked this Oscar season: Who had it worse, slaves or poor, single mothers driven into prostitution? In a clever four-minute video, Samuel L. Jackson (Team Slaves) and Anne Hathaway (Team PSMDIP) campaigned for their respective sides in a “sad-off.” It’s a brilliant bit of movie promotion, with the actors selling their sad, sad movies ( Les Misérables and Django Unchained , respectively) through comedy. “My movie is literally called ‘The Miserable,’” throws down Hathaway. “Women get beaten in my movie,” boasts Jackson. “Same thing happens in mine,” Hathaway counters. “Guy gets his head blown off.” “Same.” “There’s a man ripped apart by dogs in my movie.” When Hathaway stays quiet, Jackson cackles in triumph. The two Oscar nominees eventually get into the yuletide spirit by cheerfully agreeing, “Nothing says Christmas like slaves and whores.” That’s cute and all, but it also smartly points out the paradox of the holiday movie season, that magical time of the year when, between maxing out our credit cards and stuffing our faces like it’s the Mayan apocalypse, we dutifully assign ourselves to watch “serious movies” about “important issues.” There seem to be way more of those this year, from the slavery-themed Django , the plebe-supporting Les Miz , the torture-approving Zero Dark Thirty , the dementia-sympathizing Amour , the insanity-forgiving Silver Linings Playbook , the FEMA-condemning Beasts of the Southern Wild , and the disability-sex-championing The Sessions . Looking at this group of politically weighty films, Salon film critic Andrew O’Hehir stated last week that he’s looking forward to a “meaty” 2013 Oscars because of the “ideological throwdown” promised by the likely award nominees, especially after the win of last year’s lightweight The Artist . It’s of course great that so many special-interest groups will have their issues heard throughout Oscar season. But given the fractured, us-versus-them nature of America today, it’s hard not to feel pessimistic that the run-up to the Academy Awards will turn out to be one interminable lose-lose game of Who Suffered Most? There’s certainly precedent for this. Back in 2005, the Best Picture race rapidly narrowed down to Crash and Brokeback Mountain . In a particularly ugly turn, the media narrative twisted the Oscars into a contest between racism and homophobia, as if declaring racism to be the greater injustice eased the pain felt by bullied gay teens. When Brokeback lost, some commentators exacerbated the situation by blaming the outcome on the homophobia of Academy voters, who are still mostly old, white men . (For the record, they probably just have really bad taste.) That’s why the best part of Hathaway and Jackson’s video is its preemptive mockery of the tendency to hierarchize different kinds of oppression. In a bit that recalls the 2008 Democratic primary race between Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton, the sad-off briefly veers into black man vs. woman territory. “You try being a black man in the South in the 1800s. I bet you couldn’t handle being a black in the South right now ,” taunts Jackson. “When there’s a French whore in the White House, then we can talk,” Hathaway challenges. “You say that like there’s never been a French whore in the White House,” says Jackson in the best line of the video. Let’s hope that’s the last round of sad-off we have to play this holiday season, because justice and equality doesn’t have to be a zero-sum game. Inkoo Kang is a film critic and investigative journalist in Boston. She has been published in Salon, Indiewire, Boxoffice, Yahoo! Movies, Pop Matters, Screen Junkies, and MuckRock. Her great dream in life is to direct a remake of All About Eve with an all-dog cast.” Follow Inkoo Kang on Twitter. Follow Movieline on Twitter.
Music not only serves as the subject but informs the very fabric of Not Fade Away , David Chase’s savvy ’60s-set feature film debut. Aided immeasurably by his keen ear for dialogue, Chase filters a suddenly tumultuous, transformative decade through the restrictive prism of conservative suburbia in this story of a New Jersey boy’s coming of age, as political instability, class awareness and rock ‘n’ roll break in waves over the still-inchoate consciousness of several friends trying to form a band. Though starless, save for James Gandolfini’s knockout supporting perf, this dynamic pic should resonate with auds countrywide upon its Dec. 21 release. Not Fade Away injects the past with the nervous energy and exciting uncertainty of the present, devoid of nostalgia or biopic baggage, and infused with all the wicked wit that characterized Chase’s The Sopranos and his bygone standout episodes of The Rockford Files. The move from TV to a theatrical canvas is mirrored in the picture’s very conception, presenting the New Jersey microcosm as no longer a self-contained unit. Still, the film rarely leaves its setting, where Doug (John Magaro) lives with his looming, disapproving father (Gandolfini), his quasi-hysterical mother (Molly Price), and his little sister (Meg Guzulescu), who supplies voiceover narration and performs a wonderful curtain-dropper to boot. Macrocosm first meets microcosm when Doug returns to Jersey from college sporting longer hair, Cuban heels and anti-war indignation, quitting his studies to devote himself to the rock band he started in high school. Chase’s writing shines in this intricate relationship between world events and their impact on the everyday: Drawing from his own, decidedly more lackluster experience as a band drummer, the writer-helmer surrounds Doug with friends whose talents are not necessarily congruent with their ambitions and whose class differences manifest themselves erratically. Thus, after lead singer/guitarist Gene (Jack Huston) temporarily knocks himself out by swallowing a lit joint, Doug takes over as vocalist, wowing the local crowd with his rendition of “Time Is On My Side,” a glamorous position he soon assumes permanently, to Gene’s ongoing resentment. Meanwhile, well-off Wells (Will Brill) wrestles with the philosophical implications of imminent fame, always worrying they’ll “lose the mystique” they’ve built up with their barely existent fanbase. The group covers the Rolling Stones , the Kinks and Bo Diddley with varying degrees of fidelity, but Not Fade Away pointedly refuses to follow either a difficult-road-to-success or downward-spiral-to-failure scenario. Instead, the music feeds off surrounding chaos, anchoring Doug’s existence and coloring snapshots of various stages of his youth. His questioning whether to go for a more melodic or bluesier vocalization while listening to Leadbelly equates to his deciding on different attitudes toward life. Even movies and TV shows are defined through their music: The Twilight Zone announcing its presence to the protag through its signature theme, while Blow-Up confounds him with its silence. Doug’s evolving relationship with wealthier girlfriend Grace (Bella Heathcote) forms the film’s other throughline and, like his interaction with certain band brothers, brings up issues of economic disparity. But Chase excels at diverting attention from the obvious and foregrounding the particular, as in how Doug’s cramped kitchen contrasts with Grace’s Toulouse Lautrec-wallpapered rec room, where his band plays parties. And when Doug is shown digging ditches at Grace’s country club, the scene’s focus stays completely on Doug’s failed attempt to musically bond with Lander (Isiah Whitlock Jr.), a conservative black co-worker who only likes church music. The young thesps play their characters, interestingly, as socially inept, with varying levels of self-assertion and intellectual pretension. Magaro’s Doug, maturing in fits and starts, contrasts strikingly with Gandolfini’s brilliant turn as a father undergoing a late-blooming epiphany. Chase often matches and sometimes even betters Cameron Crowe or Floyd Mutrux in granting present-tense immediacy to the rock ‘n’ roll on the soundtrack, never smothering it with hindsight. In this endeavor, he was undoubtedly greatly assisted by exec producer/music supervisor Steven Van Zandt. Follow Movieline on Twitter.
Lady Gaga is the devil…she was sent from hell to destroy our youth…with her demon face…she’s the fucking worst..and even when she’s doing the exhibitionist thing…in efforts to be an “artist”…I know she’s just trying as hard as she fucking can to get noticed before it is too late..because her mission of destroying the fucking world….is not complete…but her fame seems to be….but this topless bottom feeding is going to lead to porno…and I am going to watch…even if I hate everything about her…
Jessie J is the UKs version of Katy Perry / Lady Gaga….some annoying pop tart cunt who is never wearing pants…who guys everywhere get excited about because if they are gonna masturbate to some pop tart…sbhe might as well be the kind who never wears pants….but who just annoy me…cuz in a world with so many options in finding pantsless pics…I don’t need it to be accompanied by shitty fucking song….you know I’d rather see some broken down porn star pantsless than this spoiled brat who pollutes the radio and our youth…but I’m posting the pics anyway…cuz that’s just the kind of hypocrite I am… TO SEE THE REST OF THE PICS FOLLOW THIS LINK
On The Real Housewives of Miami “Elsa Foretells a Storm” but can she foresee an ambush. We recap all the malicious gossip and rocky relationships in our THG +/- review. As the girls prepare for their trip to Bimini, Elsa tells her daughter she foresees trouble ahead. Plus 13 but I really don’t think you need psychic powers to realize the odds are against these women holding hands and singing Kumbaya at the end of their trip. It’s amazing Elsa can even speak with her teeth chattering. Apparently Marysol tries to preserve her youth by sleeping in a deep freeze. Minus 20 . Elsa’s actually wearing a fur coat. How cold is it in there and why does someone in Miami even own a fur? James pays a visit to Lea bringing some supposedly fabulous hats. Really? More like hideous. Minus 10 . Lea swears to her friend that she’ll make sure Marysol sees the light about her evil ways by the end of the trip. Oye. Minus 12. James and Marysol don’t like one another. Can’t we let this go already? Joanna’s using the trip to rethink her relationship with Romain. Plus 10 . I’ve grown to like Romain but it’s been five years. These two need to decide if they’re moving forward or moving on. The plane is ready for takeoff but Adriana isn’t. She brings five bags worth of hats, shoes, outfits, and makeup but forgets her passport. Minus 15 . She’ll just have to catch up later. On Bimini Bay, the guide tells the ladies that this is where sharks are born. Ha! The poor creatures have nothing on this group. When it comes to picking bedrooms, Lisa turns into the diva who won’t accept anything less than the master suite. Minus 10 since Joanna’s the one who put this trip together. In a surprising turn of events, Lea happily takes the twin beds that look like boats. Plus 12. Of course no Housewives trip can ever run smooth and Alexia’s hiding the proverbial knife to stick in Karent’s back. She found an article that claims Rodolfo is fooling around with his costar, complete with pictures of them making out. Minus 22 because despite her feigned worry about Karent you can tell she’s completely enjoying this. Honestly, I can’t stand Rodolfo. It wouldn’t surprise me a bit if he is cheating on Karent but why is everyone taking some gossip rag’s article as gospel? Minus 15. Alexia proves once again how mean spirited and manipulative she can be as she toys with Karent all through dinner, asking who’s been cheated on in the past and whether or not they’d want to know. Then she makes sure everyone else knows the news before springing it on an unsuspecting Karent in front of the group. Minus 25 . So much for a peaceful trip for the ladies. We’ll have to wait until next week but my psychic abilities are telling me it will only get worse. Episode total = -94! Season total = -395!
Kim might want to get those cakes of peace out of there… Islamic Protesters Riot Over Kim Kardashian In Bahrain Kim is in Bahrain for the opening of a Millions of Milkshakes store near the capital city of Manama and had staged photo ops with many smiling locals. Via RadarOnline : Riot police fired tear gas into the crowd, putting down protesters holding signs that said “Kim Not Welcome,” some in Arabic and others in English. The Keeping Up with the Kardashians star is in Bahrain for the opening of a Millions of Milkshakes store near the capital city of Manama and had staged photo ops with many smiling locals. As RadarOnline.com reported, Kim was in Kuwait on Wednesday for another store launch. Her visit there was equally controversial. “Her values clash with our traditions as a religiously committed people,” Mohammad Al Tabtabai, a Kuwaiti preacher, told the Gulf News. “Her visit could help spread vice among our youth.” Her visit there was equally controversial. “Her values clash with our traditions as a religiously committed people,” Mohammad Al Tabtabai, a Kuwaiti preacher, told the Gulf News. “Her visit could help spread vice among our youth.” Clearly, not everyone wants to keep up with the Kardashians… Splash
All this Lindsay Lohan getting arrested, getting in fights, causing trouble…cuz she’s a broken, spoiled rich kid, who had her youth robbed of her, as her parents prostituted her and sold her out for the benefit of their own egos and bank accounts, leaving her a pile of lost and souless freckled good times… Then there’s the whole Liz & Dick, double chin thanks to plastic surgery, botox and fake lips….reviews where the world hated her performance…while she thought it was her big comeback…thanks to people giving her too much positive reinforcement instead of just telling her to retire… When what really matters is the wet spot on her fucking panties…. Seriously people…get your priorities straight..
