If Johnny Depp will actually be the Riddler in the next Batman movie, and Angelina Jolie will be the next Catwoman, and Philip Seymour Hoffman the next Penguin, then all five villains from the series of Batman movies that began in 1989 will be accounted for (those three plus the Joker and Two Face).
I’m movied out right now – I have no big releases on my calendar and that’s fine, because I’m finally understand just how good TV has gotten since I graduated from college with a degree in Film Studies.
I saw Brett Favre’s shit-eating grin on ESPN.com just now – that’s the last time I’ll write of him (until I do again) because it’s exactly what the egomaniac wants. It’s like a blogger who doesn’t care about the blogging so long as one by one the reader statistics pile in. It’s about the sport, the activity, and losing yourself in it instead of letting the adulation inflate your pride with abandon.
If I could decide to be two things, they’d be: patient and prolific.
To me, it ain’t summer without five things: Baseball, Orange Soda, Cheese Curls, Freak Thunderstorms, and Ice Cream.