I was planning on posting a clip from last night’s SNL featuring the Rock, but Dwayne Johnson annoys the f**k out of me something fierce. So instead, here’s one of my all-time faves: the incredibly sexy, yet viciously angry Natalie Portman Raps.

Happy Father’s Day, From Durex

 Barack vs The Rock

Kim Kardashian’s Ass

Hayden Panettiere is Platinina Playful

Hef’s Girls Made Birthday Butt Moulds

Salma Hayek Ellen von Unworth Photoshoot

 Britian’s Princess Eugene Frolicks Naked

M.C. Escher Car

Bad Name Choice

Kill Easier

Complete Video of Last Night’s Red Sox Brawl

…And The Number One Reason NOT to Get WiiFit!

Lunar Dust Concrete May Lead to Construction on Moon

EuroTrips’s Michelle Trachtenberg Got Even HOTTER!

Most Insane Office Melt Down I’ve Seen To Date

Little League For Nascar Drivers

Photos Of Evander Holyfield’s $10 Million Foreclosed Estate

Keeley Hazell is Back Doin’ What She Does Best.. Posing Topless! [Very NSFW]

Sadly, Dwayne Johnson Has Retired “The Rock.”

Notorious NFL Steroid Dealer And Girlfriend Found Shot Dead

Slightly Irrational Fears: Sex Tape

Was She Trying To Be Funny?

There’s usually some sort of bustle on the floor in my dorm on Monday nights. My roommate’s focus is Top Chef, while my friend Allison used to be utterly devoted to Prison Break (she dropped it in favor of Pushing Daisies, which should be back soon!). Heroes used to be playing in at least three rooms on our meager 9-room floor. But my girlfriend and I, from 9 until about 11 (sometimes 11:05 or even 11:10), are otherwise occupied. All year ‘round. What on earth could we be watching that doesn’t end the season at some point?

Wrestling. Monday Night Raw, specifically.

I used to watch wrestling and play the games with my cousin. I didn’t really get into it a whole lot; I though everyone looked kind of weird, aside from that Shawn Michaels dude. Okay, he was kind of weird too, but not like Hulk Hogan weird. I liked The Rock, too; he made me laugh. But I didn’t watch anything regularly. I only watched it with my cousin when I was over at his house and it was on, or he wanted to show me a VHS (throwback!) or something similar. My mom HATED wrestling and wouldn’t let me watch it at home, even if I wanted to.

I dropped out of the WWE (then WWF, but changed because the real WWF threw a hissy fit. I still think it’s be great to throw the Rock and a panda in a steel cage match together) for a pretty long time once I stopped hanging with my cousin. It wasn’t until I came to college that the girl who was then just my good friend somehow managed to get me to watch Raw. (more…)

Southland Tales is an ensemble piece set in the futuristic landscape of Los Angeles on July 4, 2008, as it stands on the brink of social, economic and environmental disaster. Boxer Santaros is an action star who’s stricken with amnesia. His life intertwines with Krysta Now, an adult film star developing her own reality television project, and David Clark, a Hermosa Beach police officer who holds the key to a vast conspiracy.

I despise Michael Bay – not because of his back catalog of overstuffed, budget-husking flicks (The Rock and Bad Boys were A-OK action fluff IMHO). There are hundreds-upon-hundreds of hacks in Hollywood; to pick out Bay as the single, solitary bane of moviemaking existence is plausible, but not probable.

I despise Michael Bay for being such a jaded, wishy-washy, temperamental p**** when backed into the proverbial corner by Paramount execs.

When the head-honchos at Paramount decided to ditch the blu-ray format and go HD-DVD exclusive Bay flipped his wig and posted a nasty blog about their poor decision and stepping down from his directorial duties on Transformers 2 – mere hours later his inspired rant was completely retracted.

The ending prose in his “updated” blog is pure pussing-out:

“As a director, I’m all about people seeing films in the best quality possible, and I saw and heard firsthand people upset about a corporate decision.

So today I saw 300 on HD-DVD, it rocks!

So I think I might be back on to do Transformers 2!”

Yay, Bay! “As a director” you’re sappier than Vermont’s Finest and about as “upset about a corporate decision” as anybody who has lined their pockets with millions directing big-budget, action-packed weep-a-thons. (more…)