I’d bother offering some context for this clip from last week’s Glee, but then I’d have to admit I’ve been watching the never-ending bath salt nightmare of a South Florida theater kid, so shhhhh. All that matters is that Gina Gershon showed up to play Blaine’s mother, and–more importantly–she was joined by Jennifer Coolidge (!!!), Gloria Estefan (!?!), and a Suze Orman’s Midwestern dopplegänger (…) to sing the Pointer Sisters classic “I’m So Excited” (.gif .gif .gif):
OMGina!!! Here’s Gina Gershon Singing “I’m So Excited” on Glee
February 25, 2015
July 23, 2009
ABC Family is officially on my shit list. First they perpetuated ridiculous attitudes toward sex, then they had the audacity to bastardize 10 Things I Hate About You and now….God, I can’t even speak.
Let me lay the scene. It’s 3 AM. I am minding my own business, riding the 2 Train home to rest my weary head. I am not in the best of moods, having spent the last 18 hours trying to cram my head full of New York Civil Procedure for the bar exam (which is now 5 days away!). I had to wait 45 minutes for an afterhours train and the dipshit next to me has spilled their drink all over me. But all of this is accepted calmly and with poise. What came next, however, was the last straw.
Werner Herzog’s Made His Showgirls
June 1, 2009
This is Werner Herzog:
(portrait © Robin Holland)
It’s rather safe to say that he’s one of cinema’s indisputable masters. He’s made masterworks like Aguirre, the Wrath of God and Fitzcarldo and Grizzly Man. He’s also a man of his word. In short, Werner Herzog’s on the short list of the Bestest, and he’s now made Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans. It’s about a cocaine-addicted police officer without any moral scruples and a major case of sailor’s mouth (ruh-roh!), and it stars Nicolas Cage (double, all-caps RUH-ROH!). This is the trailer, which is not safe for work and will probably have my mother asking me why I get a thrill out of such garbage:
Crimminy crap, such garbage! But hilarious garbage, to be sure! There’s no point in even commenting on Nicolas Cage’s performance because we’ve all come to expect him to be consistently, categorically insane. He has a lucky crack pipe, he hallucinates iguanas, and he fires off his gun so onlookers will leave him be while he has public sex with crack whores. Nicolas Cage’s officially our generation’s John Wayne, the grand camp jester of histrionic masculinity; he’s brilliant. I think what’s more important is the rest of this cast. Serioulsly, y’all, it doesn’t make a damn lick of sense.