Articles tagged with: David Hasselhoff
The 20 Most Awesome Movie Cameos Ever
Cameos in movies are always a bit of a double-edged sword. On one hand they can provide audiences with a reaction of genuine delight when they find a big-name star who was not listed in the opening credits has suddenly turned up on screen to enliven and enrich the film in progress. The more negative reaction however can see fans of a particular actor howling in anger as some wannabe gate-crashes some other big-name star’s party – usually with a scene of such gravitas that it completely overshadows the main star’s performance.
Cameos in movies are always a bit of a double-edged sword. On one hand they can provide audiences with a reaction of genuine delight when they find a big-name star who was not listed in the opening credits has suddenly turned up on screen to enliven and enrich the film in progress. The more negative reaction however can see fans of a particular actor howling in anger as some wannabe gate-crashes some other big-name star’s party – usually with a scene of such gravitas that it completely overshadows the main star’s performance.
Oh Jeepers, Hoff’s Gone To Hospital!
David Hasselhoff used to have it all. The car that could talk, the hair that even made women jealous. Not to mention his smash hit drama series about disturbed young lifeguards trying to make it through life, without falling foul of the hideous daily flashbacks of having to hoik limp, dripping bodies from an angry ocean, or breathe air from their own beautiful lungs into the dribbling mouth of an old lady who thought she'd take up surfing. Damn it, the man made these sea police beautiful again! Unfortunately, like Achilles with his rotten heel, The Hoff has a weakness - mainly being that he can't resist throwing back a few sweet shots of the strong stuff, and making a complete tit of himself. It's a symptom of his massive celebrity, some might argue. But then again, perhaps not? After all, how would those very same people explain the smelly demise of street people, slurping cooking sherry from bins? Were they once famous? No they were not. They just couldn't resist the tempting aroma of a cheap head-rush.
David Hasselhoff used to have it all. The car that could talk, the hair that even made women jealous. Not to mention his smash hit drama series about disturbed young lifeguards trying to make it through life, without falling foul of the hideous daily flashbacks of having to hoik limp, dripping bodies from an angry ocean, or breathe air from their own beautiful lungs into the dribbling mouth of an old lady who thought she'd take up surfing. Damn it, the man made these sea police beautiful again! Unfortunately, like Achilles with his rotten heel, The Hoff has a weakness - mainly being that he can't resist throwing back a few sweet shots of the strong stuff, and making a complete tit of himself. It's a symptom of his massive celebrity, some might argue. But then again, perhaps not? After all, how would those very same people explain the smelly demise of street people, slurping cooking sherry from bins? Were they once famous? No they were not. They just couldn't resist the tempting aroma of a cheap head-rush.
America’s Got Talent: Recycled Percussion Are Rubbish
Week 274 of Ameria's Got Talent, and the ten remaining acts audition again, for your votes. Well, either your votes, or else the approval of the goat's entrails which the judges seem to have been relying on these past few weeks to tell them which act gets their discretionary nod. If you, like us, are getting a little tired of this season's judges' decisions - which they apparently make by asking themselves "Which of these acts is worst at delivering the one, simple, specific thing which they claim as their whole reason for being here?" - then take heart! After the jump, we introduce you to the awesomely majestic mighty magnificence which is... the AGT Drinking Game.
Week 274 of Ameria's Got Talent, and the ten remaining acts audition again, for your votes. Well, either your votes, or else the approval of the goat's entrails which the judges seem to have been relying on these past few weeks to tell them which act gets their discretionary nod. If you, like us, are getting a little tired of this season's judges' decisions - which they apparently make by asking themselves "Which of these acts is worst at delivering the one, simple, specific thing which they claim as their whole reason for being here?" - then take heart! After the jump, we introduce you to the awesomely majestic mighty magnificence which is... the AGT Drinking Game.
America’s Got Talent: Kari Callin Just Can’t Lose… Oh.
Here it is, then. Enough of the freaks, losers and oddbods. Time now for the, you know, perfectly normal talented folk. LOL, whatever! It's the AGT quarter-finals. In Vegas, baby! Las Vegas: home to sexually-desperate bachelor parties, the nasty ladies who satisfy their carnal needs and, now, 40 of America's most talented groups of people to... entertain them? That doesn't seem quite right. Ah, yes: to send them running and screaming back to Asswipe, Montana while gibbering about singing seniors, precocious juniors, and English talent judges who speak only the language known as "Dribble". More details about the whole painful mess of post-auditions week after this little jump.
Here it is, then. Enough of the freaks, losers and oddbods. Time now for the, you know, perfectly normal talented folk. LOL, whatever! It's the AGT quarter-finals. In Vegas, baby! Las Vegas: home to sexually-desperate bachelor parties, the nasty ladies who satisfy their carnal needs and, now, 40 of America's most talented groups of people to... entertain them? That doesn't seem quite right. Ah, yes: to send them running and screaming back to Asswipe, Montana while gibbering about singing seniors, precocious juniors, and English talent judges who speak only the language known as "Dribble". More details about the whole painful mess of post-auditions week after this little jump.
America’s Got Talent: Was It A Susan Boyle Moment?
Some things haven't changed from the British version of Got Talent. There's the smug judge on the right, the facially inarticulate judge in the middle, and Piers Morgan on the left (still desperately trying to make comprehensible words come out of his slimy, floppy-jawed mouth). And now America's got Talent strikes another BGT-like chord: last night, an aesthetically displeasing lady with terrible hair lumbered onto the stage and sang a song a bit better than you'd thought she would. They're obviously nicking all our ideas. Which is depressing, as it means that fifteen dancing twatpuppets will win the thing.
Some things haven't changed from the British version of Got Talent. There's the smug judge on the right, the facially inarticulate judge in the middle, and Piers Morgan on the left (still desperately trying to make comprehensible words come out of his slimy, floppy-jawed mouth). And now America's got Talent strikes another BGT-like chord: last night, an aesthetically displeasing lady with terrible hair lumbered onto the stage and sang a song a bit better than you'd thought she would. They're obviously nicking all our ideas. Which is depressing, as it means that fifteen dancing twatpuppets will win the thing.
America’s Got Talent Begins: Can They Give Us A Susan Boyle?
Will the producers of America's Got Talent be able to find a mad-haired old fat lady, just like the Brits did? The clue is in the question: what with this being America, they'll doubtless be fighting them off with sticks. Of course, America has to do things a bit bigger than anybody else. So we fully expect their version of Susan Boyle to be a 1o00lb monster with hair like a mammoth's pubes, who has to be poured onto the stage from the back of a dump truck. Join us after the jump, when we look at how the show's first week went.
Will the producers of America's Got Talent be able to find a mad-haired old fat lady, just like the Brits did? The clue is in the question: what with this being America, they'll doubtless be fighting them off with sticks. Of course, America has to do things a bit bigger than anybody else. So we fully expect their version of Susan Boyle to be a 1o00lb monster with hair like a mammoth's pubes, who has to be poured onto the stage from the back of a dump truck. Join us after the jump, when we look at how the show's first week went.
Watch The Ready 2 Rumble Revolution David Hasselhoff Trailer
The golden rule of advertising crappy products is that they’ll seem less crappy if you get David Hasselhoff to endorse them. It’s a crap rule, by the way, because the only people who ironically like David Hasselhoff are clueless, easily-pleased bottom-feeders who’d literally soil ...
The golden rule of advertising crappy products is that they’ll seem less crappy if you get David Hasselhoff to endorse them. It’s a crap rule, by the way, because the only people who ironically like David Hasselhoff are clueless, easily-pleased bottom-feeders who’d literally soil ...
David Hasselhoff Gets Part Of His Face Removed
David Hasselhoff is having a rough week - not only did he lose a load of stuff in his his divorce settlement, but now he's lost part of his own face, too. It's been reported that David Hasselhoff has just been released from hospital after having something removed from just above his eye. While nobody around David Hasselhoff has revealed exactly what was removed, chances are it was either his over-inflated sense of self worth or the part of his brain that genuinely believes he's a well-respected pop star. Oh that's sick. David Hasselhoff might be seriously ill, you disgusting bastards. You're going to hell for thinking of something as disgusting as that, we'll make sure of it.
David Hasselhoff is having a rough week - not only did he lose a load of stuff in his his divorce settlement, but now he's lost part of his own face, too. It's been reported that David Hasselhoff has just been released from hospital after having something removed from just above his eye. While nobody around David Hasselhoff has revealed exactly what was removed, chances are it was either his over-inflated sense of self worth or the part of his brain that genuinely believes he's a well-respected pop star. Oh that's sick. David Hasselhoff might be seriously ill, you disgusting bastards. You're going to hell for thinking of something as disgusting as that, we'll make sure of it.
