Article Archive for October 2006
Yesterday the world was ablaze with the news that Madonna, fresh from earning more money by singing some songs on tour that you'll ever see in your measly lives, had gone to Malawi to adopt a little AIDS orphan boy.
Sadly though, it looks like everyone got it wrong. While Madonna has gone to Malawi to help the orphans, Madonna has been getting her slaves to deny that she's going to adopt one and bring him back with her, on the basis that - since many villages in Malawi are without electricity - the orphans that stay there will be much less likely to ever watch Swept Away and so therefore are much less likely to guffaw at Madonna's acting than they would be if they became a child of Madonna's.
Paris Hilton seems to be determined to corner every weird male niche sex fantasy going. Paris has done the filmed sex thing, the relentlessly dumb bimbo thing and now she appears to have done the girly catfight thing too.
According to reports, Paris Hilton was apparently involved in some kind of fight in the early hours of yesterday morning. And who was the opponent of Paris Hilton? None other than Shanna Moakler, the recently estranged wife of the member of Blink 182 that Paris Hilton was caught snogging the face off lately. Wow - having two equally pointless identikit blonde women fighting each other for your affection, it's like the greatest love story ever or something.
Before we delve into Atlantis Sky Patrol, some questions. 1) Isn't Atlantis supposed to be underwater? 2) If this is so, then it doesn't really have a sky, does it? 3) What's there in Atlantis to patrol, anyway? Krill?
Facetious points aside, Atlantis Sky Patrol is actually quite a spiffy little game. According to the game's official write-up, in Atlantis Sky Patrol ...
For the past 16 years or so, hecklerspray's been diligently searching for some Star Wars closure. The unspoken heat so obviously displayed between R2-D2 and Chewbacca needs desperately to be addressed.
We were thinking a more ideal (albeit sad and unconventional) end to Return of the Jedi would have been to have R2 give birth to a batch of Chewy's puppies only to die instantly in the death star's final explosion. So George Lucas, if you could change that digitally it'd be great for us. We don't need a credit. And if you could do that before you quit the movie business altogether as you recently said you intend to do, it would make a lot more fiscal sense.
PS. Thanks for getting Han out of that kryptonite coffin. His UFO won't fly itself you know.
Kevin Federline is a changed man. Now that he has a wife and two children to support, Kevin Federline has to be all grown up and matu- what's that? Kevin Federline spent the weekend drunk out of his mind in Las Vegas?
OK, so Kevin Federline is still a bit of a twat. So much of a twat, in fact, that Kevin Federline and Britney Spears are apparently no longer talking to each other. Now, maybe if we all work together and pretend we're really mad at Kevin Federline for going to Las Vegas and leaving Britney Spears at home with her two babies, maybe he'll stop talking to us too. Or, you know, at least give up rapping at a push.
Never let it be said that Madonna doesn't relish a challenge. Why just make do with singing a song, she reasons, when she could sing a song strapped to a gigantic mirrored crucifix for seeming no reason whatsoever.
And this approach extends to other aspects of Madonna's life. Why get married to a clever, attractive man when she could get married to Guy Ritchie? And, more importantly, why just bring a straw donkey back from holiday when she could bring back her very own adopted AIDS orphan? And that, as far as anyone knows, is the reason why Madonna is in Malawi at the moment - and she's apparently deciding which orphan to adopt by seeing which one flinches the least when she struts about in front of them showing off her 48-year-old vagina hidden behind her one of her horrific leotards.
There are lots of ways an actor can get into character for a specific role. Some crash-diet for a part while others move far away from a grateful family and friends to get themselves in the zone.
There really are several ways to nail a part. Matt Damon's preferred method, for instance, involves a lot of snapping people's faces in half and crushing their spines with big heavy plastic buckets filled with wheat or something.
Coincidentally, that's incredibly similar to hecklerspray's preferred acting method as well. Our mother says that's why they didn't ask us back for the fourth grade play - a shame too. We'd spent the entire year building up to it perfecting a pretty difficult stabbing motion.
Well Matt Damon's got a big fancy movie coming out. It's a Martin Scorsese film entitled The Departed, and in it Damon's character has to infiltrate the police on behalf of his ne'er-do-well crime syndicate. Now we know what you're thinking. A typical person's first thought of Matt Damon is generally of him cuddling a panda or caressing a crying orphan baby back to sleep. How can he possibly play someone so hard and wicked?
