Articles Tagged ‘George Clooney’
Best described as an artsy, sedentary crime thriller on mute, The American sheds just about everything essential to making its genre work, including action, tension and dialogue.
Two thousand and nine was a banner year for the Internet, if that banner is covered in ads for car insurance and home mortgage refinancing, “Team Jacob” and “Team Edward” stickers and shitstains from the Twitter bird. What better way to remember the ups and downs and spam e-mails trying to enlarge my penis that my dad forwards me than with the First Annual NBNnnys? I’d like to thank all those who helped me narrow down the hundreds of NBN features to these winners: my Ouija board, a bottle of Percocet and my magic 8-ball.
If there’s a job that can be viewed as even more loathsome than say, IRS investigator or debt collector, it’s George Clooney’s odious occupation in the not exactly uplifting downsizing satire, Up in the Air. As carefree corporate hitman, Clooney is Ryan Bingham, an outsourced specialist in firing workers for big business, so that they don’t have to.
Did you know Pennsylvania has everything the South holds near and dear? It’s got pickup trucks, plenty of people hew tawk liek thays and no laws prohibiting smoking indoors (the only thing I don’t envy about Mad Men). And Wal-Mart. Sweet Larry-the-Cable-Guy-mud-flaps does it have Wal-Mart.
I feel like the only real way to market condoms is to just take the idea and shove it in people’s faces. No beating around the bush; just stick it out there. I can’t even imagine how they were advertised decades ago, when a man who looked at a woman’s teeth was accused of letting his eyes wander south and a woman was hit with indecent exposure for eating an ice cream cone.