tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11578983.post7751150078897786378..comments2009-01-14T14:42:23.871-05:00Flickheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08501032829800803300noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11578983.post-19688840063600627022009-01-14T14:42:00.000-05:002009-01-14T14:42:00.000-05:00Piper, unfortunately all we got was more of Alec Baldwin... both on TV and, well, "See stars scream at their wives in public" and "Stars have drinking problems just like Real People"... <I>~ hic! ~</I>Flickheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08501032829800803300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11578983.post-87403214356334919822009-01-14T14:34:00.000-05:002009-01-14T14:34:00.000-05:00I remember Threesome as being surprising as well. This may be a crazy statement, but I honestly expected more from Stephen Baldwin.<BR/><BR/>The part of US Weekly or one of those terrible cage-liners that I like is the "stars, they're just like us" section. Where we see strange things like stars drinking coffee. And putting on pants. And driving drunk. It always makes me feel a whole bunch better.PIPERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13054305230216613759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11578983.post-27404081577290039342009-01-12T17:10:00.000-05:002009-01-12T17:10:00.000-05:00Agh! When the American Premiere closed I got US Weekly as a "compensation" for a while. It's just as you say, something to read in the crapper, and not good enough even for that. I found myself just looking at the pretty pictures, the words were so insulting.<BR/><BR/>I've given your blog the Dardos award. Thanks for your great reviews!<BR/><BR/>http://gatochy.blogspot.com/2009/01/smashing-200.htmlMarianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14679839426291667211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11578983.post-60129994835235948092009-01-12T10:21:00.000-05:002009-01-12T10:21:00.000-05:00Peter: agreed on AJ in <I>Sky Captain</I>... as her character would say, she looked "shahp."<BR/><BR/>Jonathan: I sat through <I>Click</I> from beginning to end... partly because its director, Frank Coraci, took my niece to his senior prom. Sigh... had she stayed with him, perhaps I'd be helping out on screenplays to movies like <I>Click</I>... and she'd be lounging poolside in some swank Hollywood digs. Instead she's cutting hair in a strip mall salon on Long Island, married to an unemployed auto body mechanic, putting three kids through school.Flickheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08501032829800803300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11578983.post-71436801288785337372009-01-12T08:27:00.000-05:002009-01-12T08:27:00.000-05:00That <B>Click</B> line stood out for me too. Like someone finding out you're a lover of fine art so they get you a Thomas Kincade print.Jonathan Lapperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05730146625671701859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11578983.post-13481609828315668642009-01-12T08:01:00.000-05:002009-01-12T08:01:00.000-05:00"The Adam Sandler movie<B>Click</B> (2006) was a Christmas gift from someone who found out I like movies."<BR/><BR/>Thanks for my morning laugh.<BR/><BR/>By the way, Jennifer Aniston never looked hot wearing an eyepatch like Ms. Jolie in <B>Sky Captain</B>.Peter Nellhaushttp://www.coffeecoffeeandmorecoffee.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11578983.post-87872356828760249342009-01-11T20:55:00.000-05:002009-01-11T20:55:00.000-05:00I was just watching <I>Wanted</I> again (this must be the fourth time), and, yeah, I'm hooked on her too. AJ is amazing!!Flickheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08501032829800803300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11578983.post-71361345132889146062009-01-11T18:29:00.000-05:002009-01-11T18:29:00.000-05:00I'm fully Team Angelina. I don't hate Jennifer, I just think she is boring and should retire to count her Friends money and occasionally release a Greek cookbook. I wish Angelina would go back to wearng vials of blood and stealing every scene she's in. She can keep the kids too.Jessica R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952434713609144647noreply@blogger.com