Wednesday, December 31, 2014

10 Resolutions Hollywood Should Make in 2015



It’s that time of year again. Time to pretend we are going to exercise or eat right or spend more time with our families. We all know that the next day the stairmaster is going to be collecting dust, all the bags of ho-hos will be gone, and we’ll go back to forgetting our kids’ names. (Hmm, I wann say the fat one is Cindy. Oh wait, that one is the boy.) We also all know it is easier and frankly more psychologically healthy to tell others what they need to do. Therefore, I present a list of 10 resolutions that Hollywood should make in 2015.


Hollywood should:

1. Make More movies That Threaten More World Leaders (Don’t worry, Just the Unstable ones)

People complain all the time about how much tickets cost or about their $28 small bucket of popcorn. You know what no one complains about. Jumping out an airplane. Because people will pay hundreds of dollars to just to laugh in death’s face. If there’s a small chance of death, how many times do you think people will  sit through “Madea Goes To The Middle East”?  Bet the girl at the bank would notice you then. (You know there’s going to have a major overpopulation problem in 9 months because of all the “Interview” babies.) Plus, you get to scream “U-S-A”” at the top of your lungs and who doesn’t look cool doing that.

2. Stop Making So Many Original Movies

Is there anything young people love more than what their parents love? Aren’t teenagers primarily know for respect for their elders? What child would pay to see The Hunger Games, when they could see “Do You Know How Much Marmalade cost when I was your age?” Plus nothing makes old people happier than change.

3. Continue to Employ White People 99% of the time

It has been said that, God only gives you what you can handle. And science tells us that white people can’t handle much. They can’t just make more money,  and find it much easier to get jobs. They also need to star in all movies.  Sure they don’t get beat by police as often, but have you ever seen a white person dance. Or play a sport. (And if you just said “What about hockey?”, you are part of the problem.) They’ll be monorties soon enough. Better let them just have this one. Otherwise we would all drown in a wave of honkey tears. Dirty, dirty, honkey tears.

4. Break books into more parts

Haven’t we all seen movies where it’s too eventful? Movies that are devoid of long stretches where amazingly boring things are happening on screen? Movies that don’t have about 81% filler. How am I supposed to enjoy a movie when I can’t text for twenty minutes at a time? Where I can’t go to the bathroom 8 times without missing anything? Thank God, the Hobbit/Every YA book adaptation are showing Hollywood the way. Causing millions of moviegoers with tears in their eyes to say “ That’s it?” Personally, I can wait for the epic 22 film saga of “Man reads IKEA instructions.”

5. Make a movie where  Liam Neeson punches Johnny Depp while Depp is doing funny voices

Is there anything fresher than Neeson doing the growly voice and punching something? Unless it’s Depp’s insistence on playing every character like Mister Magoo? And after Neeson’s bruised hands have caused Depp’s face to become bloody and Depp’s chipmunk voice has caused Neeson’s ears to bleed, they can look into each other’s eyes and say “Weren’t we both actors, once?” as they slowly pass away with Oscars in their hands.  


6. Make Movies that Respect the levels of attractiveness (unless you’re a fat man)

If there is one thing movies need to keep reminding us, it’s that people only belong together if they are both equally famous or at the very least same level of attractiveness. This is the natural order. Who wants to see a rat with a 3 pack fighting for the love of  gazelle who has the proper amount of work done?  Unless the man is overweight of course. Then he usually has two women fighting over him, whose weight doesn’t add up to his arm. (“She has to vomit if she eats part of a cupcake. He only eats entire cakes. It turns out that sometimes similarities attract.”) This just reflects real life.

7. Plan millions of sequels before the first one comes out

I could never run a movie studio. I have problems deciding what to eat for lunch, and they know how to plan for multiple sequels. So what if everyone hated the original? Never admit defeat. Just add Batman. Or pretend you suddenly care about women. Remember when your mom asked if you would jump off a cliff if everyone else did it? The correct answer is “No that’s crazy. I would never do that.” Unless, someone once made money doing it.

8. Only Reward Serious movies

Remember the last time you laughed so hard you almost had to be hospitalized. How many years has it been? This is obviously hard, but it is more difficult to teach people that slavery is wrong. Or the Holocaust.

9. Never cast elderly (over 35) women in desirable parts

Is there anything sadder than an actress that doesn’t know her golden years start around 33? Like the dog in Old Yeller, they have no idea what’s coming. Asking to be loved. Damn cougars. Who doesn’t want to play the randy grandma? Stop making us remember how much you still turn us on. That’s your fault.

10. Listen to the internet

Anything posted on the internet is true. Who doesn’t go around telling random people to kill themselves. Online message boards are the only place that speak the truth. Listen to them or they will only see your movie three times. Ignore them at your peril. They must never be questioned. Especially if they write lists.

What resolutions do you think Hollywood should make for 2015?

Monday, December 22, 2014

Santa wish list after looking at his place in the universe and finishing an entire box of eggnog flavored wine (2014)

Santa wish list after looking at his place in the universe and finishing an entire box of eggnog flavored  wine (2014)

Dear Me:

I want:

For global warming to hurry up

To not have to work the holidays, so I am able to spend time with my family

To just once he played in film or television by a young, sexy Ed Asner type

To not be almost assassinated in a series of movies starring the voice of Buzz Lightyear

To be able to watch The Cosby Show without feeling dirty

For politicians around the world to start working together instead of playing reindeer games

To not get that look from Mrs Claus when I laugh during Bad Santa

To someday live on a planet where every man, woman, and child already had an Elsa doll

To not be accused of making out with anyone’s mom

People to start to realize that a white Christmas and overnight delivery to almost an entire planet is counter productive

Everyone to realize their mom made out with me (women can't resist a 6 pack of muffin top)

To have one Christmas where all the reindeer remember go before we leave the workshop

To not be put in the same category as elderly tooth thief and a chocolate intolerant rodent

Holiday specials that don’t imply that I discriminate against those with flaming facial deformities

To not be constantly shaken until I am covered in jelly

People to acknowledge that a reindeer face on fire would scare them too

People to remember that Santa gets whistled at on the street as well, and that's it's horribly offensive, and unlike others, his are all natural

For everyone to acknowledge screaming that a reindeer is on fire, quick kill it before it multiplies is a rational response

To be called first, if there is every a revival of the Greatest American television show that ever aired…..the one that just ended…..what was the name…...oh, yeah…….Jake and the Fatman

No one to get a hippopotamus present, until they try to lift one

Sincerly,

Santa “Reason for the Season” Claus

PS Also before you judge, just remember, grandma was both drunk and didn't have the right of way


Monday, December 15, 2014

A Very Omen Christmas Letter

One of the Christmas traditions that few use anymore is a Christmas newsletter. Before social media, it was a way for families to communicate what happened the previous year. Here is a Christmas letter from the mother of a very famous little boy. Try not to make yourself feel sad, by comparing your last year to his.
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January began as have so many previous years —with a birthday party for our dear angel, Damian. We played pin the tail on the donkey, red rover, Angels versus the Vatican and other popular children's games. Damian was such a lovable scamp, as he slurped down his punch with gusto, saying he was “enjoying the blood of the innocent.” Kids say the darnedest things.
Besides the goody bags, the party ended with an unrelated birthday suicide of one of the help. Let's hope this doesn't become a tradition, as help is so hard to find. The children all received yo-yos. Of course, we took them to the non-corpse wing of the house. Many of them seemed quite pale. Sadly, there was many instances of tears and upset stomachs that I can only attribute to having too much cake. The coroner said that the body showed no signs of foul play. He then turned to our little child and nervously said “Right boy.” It warms my heart to see an elderly gentleman take such care in calming a child's fears. Hopefully we will have a chance to see him again to thank him.
School was back in full swing by February. Damian is getting into quite the bit of mischief. Hopefully the local squirrels have gotten the message at this point. He keeps trying to get us to take him to the local mortuary for a field trip. Our little scientist. I believe the new nanny is exactly what he needs. She said she was “hanging around” for awhile and was excited when the agency contacted her. She was so excited I forgot to mention, I didn't remember contacting the agency. I could tell she understood children when she showed up with Rottweiler. I apologize as I am sure that the next few months will not be so dramatic.
As I look back on March, I see that the old saying is correct. It did indeed come in like a lion and go out with a baboon attack. Before the monkey rampage, I have to describe how cute Damian was acting in church. I was teasing him playing saying the power of Christ compelled him. He told me I could do something unseemly with a crucifix. (Probably copied from some cartoon. Some one should look into what is played on Saturday mornings. Too many are focused on selling toys.)People looked at us askew when we brought Damian into the church, but I remember not seeing the value of church when I was younger. So what if I never used it as an excuse to draw blood. Doesn't mean I didn't want to?
Did I mention the baboons? You read about monkey attacks on the news all the time, but you never think it will happen to you. In a zoo of all places. Is it expecting too much to expect animals to be civilized? Always running around naked as if that impressed anyone. I'd seen quite enough, even before they started attacking my wittle darling. They must have smelled the bacon he had a week ago. Luckily he was able to be pulled out before he became another statistic.
April showers bring May flowers. They also seem to bring lightening storms that appear to mostly kill those on my property who have had conversations with my husband. I haven’t been able to eavesdrop easily on these conversation, but was able to make up that my son was refereed to as a possible something Christ. Probably means something good. He has taken to killing whatever animals come on to the property to protect us. Bless his heart.
June brought a meeting with Damian’s teachers. Teachers are the backbone of this country and need our understanding for the difficult jobs they do. That is why I can’t just blame them for the incompetence that I have seen today. The other children’s parents deserve some blame as well. The words they used to describe my little angel. “Slightly unruly”, “sometimes needs help”, “does not always say thank you”, were just some of the vulgar slurs used to malign him. One of the other students cannot eat peanuts, which causes much disruption, but there is no dark mark against him. The primary “problem” with Damian appears to be screaming fits which last for hours. My suggestion of “well, then just give him what he wants”, was greeted with unkind looks. That teacher’s union always protects the wrong kind.
July and August are more of a blur because of the fainting spells. Fainting of course means I’m pregnant. I refuse to go to the doctor of course, because I don’t want my baby given the vaccine that causes autism. Damian has never been to a doctor and he is the picture of health. The herbs from the garden that I rub on him daily keep the rabies and lock jaw at bay. Don’t tell me I don’t understand science.
September was when we told Damian about the good news. As you can expect, he took it well. He first broke all his toys into two pieces. This, of course, was so he could share all them with his new sibling. He also said he would “rather die first”, which I took to mean that he couldn't imagine a world without his brother. I’m sure he will be a huge help.
By October, we were forced to face the facts: Dirty dishes don’t wash themselves. We had hoped that Daman’s nanny would be able to pitch in, but she is from the old country. She keeps saying he needs to be watched carefully and be prepared for the day he will rule us all. Must be a saying from her home country. Both she and Damian are excited for Halloween. I’m not sure he should be wearing a bloody devil’s face that he says is his real face, but I can still remember the year my mother said I couldn't go as a fairy because they weren't real. This feels like a completely similar situation, and I’m sure I am making the right choice.
November began with a bit of sadness as Damian’s soccer team didn't make the playoffs. All people want to talk about is the opposing team’s coach death under mysterious circumstances. Some people can’t see the forest for the trees. Also, I lost the baby. I tripped over Damian’s tricycle. Well, I mean he was riding it at the time. Riding it at me screaming, “I am the devil and you and the baby must die”. I’m not sure what he meant by that. Probably a metaphor of some sort.  
Looking back this has been our year. Perfect in every way. I’m sending this out before the first of December, so I can be sure you will get it. I can’t wait for next year as it should be full of even more positive events. There is no way anything can go wrong. It appears that Damian has prepared me a nice, calming, warm, bathtub filled with gasoline. Whatever did I do to deserve such a caring child?

Sincerely,
Katherine Jennings
Mother of Damian “the world’s greatest angel”

Friday, November 28, 2014

Taylor Swift: History's Greatest Monster Or Tragic Example of a Girl without A Soul


Taylor Swift: History’s Greatest Monster Or Tragic Example of a Girl without A Soul? By Tugg Tillman, Esquire President of the History Department of Princeton City College And Chief Historical correspondent for Tiger Beat

Throughout history mankind has become known for it’s inhumanity to other man. Many have been maligned with the slur of worst human being ever. Many have maligned this very publication trying to erase from history the firsts that Tiger Beat has brought. First story to use a telegraph to describe a boy taking his shirt off. First picture of a steam powered locomotive with a boy taking his shirt off. First recorded telephone conversation between two people in two separate states describing a boy taking his shirt off. First on the scene with the horrible Hindenburg explosion as told by a boy without a shirt. And of course, who can forget, the Pulitzer prize winning story Profiles in Courage: Holocaust Victims with no shirts.
But this essay is not about shirtless boys. It is not about a boy at all. It will answer the most important question of our day. The one asked by presidents and popes, princes and paupers. I will use deep scholarly analysis to reveal for the first time, how deep Ms. Swift’s evil goes. Is she as horrible as history’s greatest monsters or just a dead inside Jezebel who would have been rightfully stoned to death if we were lucky enough to live in the middle ages ? These handy chart will allow you to draw your own scientific conclusions.
Adolf Hitler VS Taylor Swift
Tried to wipe out an entire race of people
Hitler: Yes
Swift: No
Caused Millions of Deaths
Hitler: Yes
Swift: Probably Not
Broke up with Joe Jonas
Hitler: No
Swift: Yes
Caused at least 10,000 gay males to die in concentration camps
Hitler: Yes
Swift: Unknown
Received Grammy awards for ripping still beating hearts from those who only wanted to treat her with respect
Hitler: Of Course, not.
Swift: Yes
Worst Monster: Swift
While killing millions is not something to be rewarded, the real Holocaust is how Swift treated Jonas. And while Hitler’s crimes are well documented due to historical records, how much do we really know of how Swift spends her off time? Someone who can look away from the perfectly blue oceans that are Joe’s eyes, could be capable of anything. Either way it’s time we move on to a more legitimate comparison.
Joseph Stalin VS Taylor Swift
Imprisoned millions in labor camps
Stalin: Yes
Swift: No
Ordered hundreds of thousands to be executed
Stalin: No
Swift: No (that we know of)
Kicked Taylor Lautner to the curb
Stalin: No, what kind of monster do you think he was?
Swift: Yes
Tried to make a deal with Hitler to look the other way
Stalin: Yes
Swift: Unknown
Worst Monster: Swift
Okay, I know what you’re thinking. But imagine if you were running your own country. Wouldn’t your first act be covering the streets with the blood of your enemies? Stalin literally waited years before that happened. Now try to imagine dumping Taylor Launter. That denial of legitimate human impulses shows us the only rational response to who is the bigger monster. But what you ask about a more appropriate contemporary comparison. Coming right up.
Jeffrey Dahmer VS Taylor Swift
Killed 17 people
Dahmer: Yes
Swift: No
Owned a dungeon
Dahmer: Yes
Swift: No (at least at the time of this writing)
Ate People
Dahmer: Yes
Swift: Unknown
Stabbed one person from the Glee in the back and then dated another person from Glee
Dahmer: *No
Swift: Does a duck whore in the woods? Yes. Yes, she does.
*Beaten to death 15 years before Glee premiered
Also, broke up with Zac Efron
Dahmer: No
Swift: Yes
Bigger Monster: Swift
This may seem questionable, until you examine all the facts. Eating people may seem gross, but some native American tribes did it, and now they own casinos. Plus who hasn’t eaten something a wee bit questionable? Do anyone really know what are in those South Beach diet packs. And if someone doesn’t own a sex dungeon then what’s the point of getting to know them. Once again the postulates prove the theorem, that trying to come between the glee guys is the greatest crime of all. Which brings us to the final chart which could be the closest yet for Swift as she faces her closest challenge.
Shirts VS Swift
Cover up boys
Shirts: Yes
Swift: Not unless she’s too close when we cut her out of the picture
Can collect guy’s sweat
Shirts: Yes
Swift: Not unless she never showers which she probably does (Editor’s note: Don’t assume anything until you have all the facts.)
Wrote an entire album about Jake Gyllenhaal because she couldn’t handle his boyish yet rugged good looks and was trying to ruin it for everyone
Shirts: No , although it would be impressive if a shirt wrote any song at all, as it is an inanimate object
Swift: Yes
Is probably working it’s way through One Direction
Shirts: Maybe, who knows, the guys could wear each others shirts, Never been jealous of a shirt in the life
Swift: Probably, I mean slow down girl, even the village bicycle occasionally needed to stop for maintenance
Worst monster: Tie
While it would seem from the list, that shirts would seem the lesser of two evils, in my travels I have seen too many hot guys who continue to wear them. But I never run into Swift probably because she is usually working in the dark at the docks like the rest of her brethren. Thus, the unbiased answer to this question to too close to call.
Conclusion
Once Tiger Beat’s mission to destroy all the shirts that hot guys will ever own is complete then Swift will unequivocally be history’s worst monster. Using ancient writings can show us the patterns of history and show us the future. Today we learned that Taylor Swift will continue to give male celebrities every single nasty STD imaginable for years to come.
Next issue: Using the secret history of Francis Scott Key’s Star Spangled Banner to prove how every non-threatening boy’s song is actually being sung only to you.

Vampire Movie Review: Godzilla (2014)

Vampire Movie Review: Godzilla (2014)
Vampire Greg (not his real name, it’s actually vampire Steve) has lived for almost a 1,000 years. He likes humans who stay off his lawn, and movies. Well, sometimes. In theory anyway. Here is his review.
Godzilla (2014)
Godzilla movies have existed for 50 years. In that time special effects have improved, but one fact remains. People who go to a Godzilla movie hate seeing Godzilla. They really want to see annoying humans. This must be why the newest Godzilla movie is so scared of showing you Godzilla.
For the first 50 minutes, or almost half the running time, I was wondering if we would even see Godzilla at all. For the first twenty minutes I was excited. When we will see Godzilla. Then I became annoyed. Are we never going to see Godzilla? Then it became thrilling in a weird way. Would this be the first Godzilla movie to have exactly zero percent Godzilla? That’s ballsy. Did M Night Shamalyn direct this movie? Because that’s a twist. Would the boring nondescript white dude hero pull off his face and reveal he was Godzilla the whole time? Despite the movie being amazingly boring, I was on the edge of my seat. Then 57 minutes in, Godzilla makes his appearance. He is on screen for almost three minutes.
Quick, the star of the movie is on screen. Abort. Cut away. Show something else. Cut to a child watching the news, as all children do. (In a way this is the movie’s most powerful special effect as we see a child allow CNN to be on a television in front of him, and no one gets murdered. CGI has clearly come a long way.) Then cut away from that.
I get that Godzilla can’t be on screen 100% of the time. But if he can’t spend all his time squishing main characters than maybe they should not be all annoying. Maybe your main character shouldn’t be the dick that didn’t believe in his father. Maybe have scientists that don’t just spout exposition. Have a guy that doesn’t understand more just because he’s Asian. Don’t kill Bryan Cranston to replace him with lesser actors. Also you may want to update the plot.
Now stop me if this revelation blows your mind. The main military guy wants to use nukes on the monsters. Even though one of the exposition characters warns him that the radiation may make the monster stronger. His response is that he has to do something. As if he could just clasp his hands behind him afterwords and say, well I made the situation worse, but at least I did something. Just like every military person in every monster movie ever.
The reason we have to stop these monster is even stranger. The new monsters are mates and we have to stop them from making babies. And they say romantic comedies have run out of ideas. I think we all know that the biggest problem with Godzilla movies is that there is no part for Kathleen Heigel to play. Is this just a remake of Bride Wars? Can a man and a woman monster be just friends? I don’t mind so much if you get some chocolate (27 dresses) in my peanut butter (monster movie). But I do mind if you think to add acid instead. (Plus I’m a little ticked that they didn’t use the tag line: “If they fuck, we’re fucked.”)
I understand that I only see children as appetizers, who are not worth buying either a van or candy for. However I understand from watching the news that some people get upset when innocent children get bombed. (I lost my humanity a long time ago, but isn’t it odd that they have to specify that innocent children get bombed. Does anyone think, “Yeah, we took out those guilty children. They blowed up real good.”) It does however seem like overkill to have not one, but two scenes of children in jeopardy. One of the children we just meet seconds before they are threatened. He then disappears from the movie just as fast he appears.
The other child is surrounded by a bunch of children that are never given names. We are supposed to care about him because he is related to the hero of the movie. The only people were are supposed to care about are related, and that’s supposed to be the reason we care. If Sophie’s choice involved a child she’d never met it would barely be a pamphlet, let along a novel. No one has ever said “I can’t come in to work today because someone I barely knows dad has died, and I need to cry.” But the makers of this movie think that is powerful enough.
Many of these issues probably sound like nit picking. I know it’s a movie about a make believe giant lizard. Like the saying says, I’m just a simple vampire. But when my mind has nothing else to occupy it, this is what happens.
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Vampire movie Review: Jaws

Vampire Greg (not his real name, it’s actually vampire Steve) has lived for almost a 1,000 years. He likes humans who stay off his lawn, and movies. Well, sometimes. Here is his review.
Jaws
Imagine you walk into your favorite subway sandwich shop. You are trying to decide which five dollar foot long you want to buy. Then out of nowhere, people began screaming and forcing you to explode. Would your killers be hailed as national heroes? Or would they be scorned like the crazy blood crazed killers that they are? Bruce, the poor shark in this “humans are awesome” propaganda deserved better.
A shark’s job is to eat. It eats so that it won’t die unlike you humans who would brush your teeth with rancid bacon if you could. He’s like a version of those big stomached African kids that Sally Struthers is always stealing food from. For less that the price of a cup of coffee (although not one from Starbucks), you could probably kill one of those children for eating something inappropriate too. Doesn’t make it right.
I understand you humans have a obesity problems. It’s rare, eating one of you that doesn’t taste like grease. But this version of scared straight is a little too subtle to be effective. Even if the first thing you saw when you walked into Cheesecake Factory was a mass of exploded people, you’d just push their bloated corpses, to get a year’s supply of calories down your gullet. With a diet Coke because you don’t want to overdue it. I’m amazed that any of you can fit through non-buttered doors. But the shark is the “disgusting” animals.
The shark is horrible because of all the innocent victims, you say. What innocent victims? Were they attacked in their homes? At church? (Although if you believe God doesn’t want gays to share health insurance, but is okay with body parts being pulled apart, maybe you are not praying at the right place.) Killed some place where they have to go? No, it’s the ocean. A place where left to their devices all humans would eventually drown. But it’s the shark, that won’t listen to reason.
Now, I may be exaggerating. A bit. I think we can all come together and decide that even though it would be cool to watch Subway Jared explode, eating should not get you killed. Especially sea food. Ask a friend. Ask a neighbor. Do we really want to close the beaches of our hearts? No, animal is disgusting or unnatural. Unless of course it’s a vegan.
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