TGIF! Now Here’s Emily Blunt and Anne Hathaway in a Lip Sync Battle
April 10, 2015

You know, it’s odd to me that two of the stars of The Devil Wears Prada doing a highly produced Lip Sync for Your Life isn’t a thing that has already aired on Logo, but I digress.

Emily Blunt and Anne Hathaway were on Lip Sync Battle last night. Emily Blunt performed Janis Joplin’s “Piece of My Heart”, Anne Hathaway performed Miley Cyrus’s “Wrecking Ball”, and judging by these performances, we don’t have to watch anymore, because this show has already peaked at maximum camp. Seriously, unless they get Nicole Kidman does ping pong trick while lip syncing to Mika’s “Grace Kelly” (it’d be a promotional tie-in to her Lifetime debut), we can stick a fork in this juicy glitterball, ‘cos she’s done. This being a battle, though, my question is: who won?

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Nicolas Cage as Miley Cyrus in “Wrecking Ball” Because Why Not?
November 6, 2013

One might imagine that Miley Cyrus’s “Wrecking Ball” and Nicolas Cage should go together like ice cream sundaes and sausage gravy, yet somehow this works…if your work is in sex nightmares.

And yes, I know I’m the last person on the interwebs to hop on this whole Miley Cyrus thing, but like a twerk monster to the flame of heavy machinery, I just couldn’t resist with this mess of a video. After all, much like a modern-day Oscar Wilde, I have the simplest tastes.

I am always satisfied with the worst.

Which Is More Bonkers? Stefon’s Summer Hot Spots or Miley Cyrus on Dancing With the Stars
May 19, 2010

Here’s Saturday Night Live‘s Weekend Update correspondent Stefon telling us about all of New York City’s best summer hot spots:

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It’s such a shame my parents won’t be coming up here this summer.  After all, nothing says “Thanks for visiting, Mom and Dad!” quite like partying with a bunch of shims and a cat from a bodega, but I digress.

Now here’s Miley Cyrus, who’s once again making a bid for pop star legitimacy by stomping around the stage like she’s the X-Man Angel’s kid sister, you know, the one a fondness for pompadours and dressing up like an extra in a community theater production of The Rocky Horror Show:

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Sex and the City BOOOOO!, or: Sometimes You Just Have to Shut Up and Drink the Kool-Aid-tini
April 9, 2010

I’m really glad that I never said I’d eat Charlotte’s spaceship hat if I became excited for Sex and the City 2, because right about now I’d be trolling Paula Deen’s website in hopes of figuring out how to best deep fry that thing.  New (and appealing!) Sex and the City 2 trailer, y’all:

Maybe the stick I’ve had up my ass about this movie has finally given me toxic shock, or perhaps my emotional age is getting to be as old as Samantha’s cooch and thus causing early onset dementia, but Sex and the City 2 doesn’t look half bad.  I mean, it doesn’t look good in the way that the latter, more emotionally nuanced seasons ever were, but I’m willing to make peace with the fact that these movies will never recapture that feel, so I might as well quit my bitching and raise the pink flag to Michael Patrick King.  Seriously, given that Carrie’s plotline is like Casablanca if Casablanca dropped the whole Nazi thing and was set in Abu Dhabi and written by a drag queen, I’m already sorta giddy.  But then there’s this moment that made me go “Whaaat?“:

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Things Upon Which Nobody Puts Baby in a Horner and an Actual Baby Can Agree: Miley Cyrus
March 23, 2010

I usually imagine that about the only thing babies and I share in common is a failure to be discerning with what we should put in our mouths.  Seriously, if you put a handful of dusty Planter’s Cheez Ball between me and a baby, there would be a bitch vs. baby throw down to see who could snatch them up.  Otherwise, though, I’m pretty sure the only thing babies and I could agree upon is that there are a whole lot of bare breasts Showgirls, but guess which one of us actually finds that enthralling.

Anyways, this baby proves me wrong by having a response to Miley Cyrus’s “Party in the USA” that’s only slightly less visceral than my own:

I would’ve hurled myself straight out of that damn baby prison high chair, but that’s just me.

On a tangential note, I hope science can figure out what makes this baby hate Miley Cyrus so much, at which point science then institutes a policy making it a prerequisite in all of our Gattaca mail order babies.  But again, that’s just me.

Much love to Best Week Ever for the find.

Hannah Montana: Camp Icon for the Tween Set?
April 15, 2009

Well, it’s safe to say that we all knew that this was coming, yet I’m not going to put on my sour-grapes face over this because, honestly, I’m not particularly invested in the financial success of any of the major Hollywood pictures out in theaters right now.  Come back to me in two weeks when Obsessed has had its first weekend in theaters, and we can talk then.  

Added to that, up until a week and a half ago, I only knew of Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus as the tween-pop sensation with a television show and soon-to-be-released-in-theaters.  She’s not targeted to my generation, and while I do find the brand of pre-packaged multimedia branding to be offensive and insulting to anyone with a modicum of intelligence, I refuse to fight the cultural battle against her.  Yes, she represents the worst in corporate-constructed and test-market-tuned pop culture, but she’s another generation’s problem.

Another generation’s fabulously campy problem, might I add.  I get that sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, and sometimes a teen pop sensation is just a teen pop sensation, but take a gander at this absolute insanity and tell me that twelve-year-old boys of a certain predilection are not squealing their way through this movie:

Hell, it kinda makes me squealy, but I’m an utter joke like that.  Let’s discuss, though, as to why this trailer somehow manages to wrangle the giggles out of me.

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