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I watched Nebraska earlier this year, and I was bored as hell, despite being a huge Bruce Dern fan.  I went to the theatre to see Tammy last night and, thanks to all the terrible reviews, was expecting it to be the worst movie ever put to screen.  But it wasn’t.  It was funny.  It was a thousand times better than Nebraska.

So is it plain old insidious sexism that resulted in Tammy garnering such awful reviews?  Maybe.  After all, there are about a hundred shitty male comedies made every year that do not get anything below 50% on Rotten Tomatoes. There was an trailer before Tammy for the upcoming sequel to Horrible Bosses, the first of which I found to be utterly dreadful.  None of The Hangover movies are anything special, and yet we will probably all be dead and they will still be making sequels and remakes and rip offs of it.

Or maybe Tammy is a movie that you can’t appreciate unless you’ve worked at a really shitty fast food restaurant.  My only complaint was that Susan Sarandon is only really old enough to be playing her mother, but then, who wouldn’t want Susan Sarandon to play opposite them in their movie?  Melissa McCarthy is funny, and she wrote this movie.  There is no reason not to see it.

Excited to dig into this May 1988 issue of Cat Fancy that I found at a thrift store run by a cat rescue yesterday.

Excited to dig into this May 1988 issue of Cat Fancy that I found at a thrift store run by a cat rescue yesterday.

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Really Hollywood, are you serious?  Just off the top of my head, I could think of approximately a thousand better movies than this one.  This is the stuff my nightmares are made of.  Maybe it’s just the description, “soul stirring comedy about what happens when lost souls meet and make beautiful music” causes a reserve of vomit to rise up inside of me, or maybe I’m jaded, but either way, no.  Please don’t serve me up anymore movies about women that are just another bland romantic comedy.  If you’re going rom com, it better be weird.

Judge Judy Primetime is like feeding ice cream to my soul…

My version of crossing over into the dark side is ordering iced Oprah lattes and liking them.

The kind of day where an Enya song prattles endlessly through your head and you look and feel like you’ve been recently kidnapped…

Predictions for tonight’s episode of Mad Men:

1. Peggy gets wasted and decides she’s starting her own agency.

2. Pete is lured into a cult (possibly Scientology).

3. Megan’s long lost sister visits her in LA while Don is also there, and fights with him in the elevator causing a time portal to open up where everyone in the future speculates and wonders if the elevator is a metaphor for Don’s life and does the red wallpaper in the elevator symbolize the blood of his eventual and inevitable suicide that they already know about because they are in the future.