BITCH can't blog properly about trivial shit like Idol and "Trak" (her two favorite topics) this week, because she has been wrangled into helping one poorly dyed red-headed filmmaker who still dresses like a 12 year old whore and doesn't want anyone to know she has an "old lady birthday" coming up. BITCH mostly works as a bouncer for pay, but foot courier suits her too-- she's got the quads for it.
BITCH doesn't even have time to watch the epic masterwork that is Wolverine in peace or rant about AI results.
BITCH will not bore you with the details, except to say that everyone, without exception, who works in film in London is a complete and total fucking idiot. And this is in no way a massive generalization. She's met all them-- and it's true. Not that they're all English. Simply that every idiot who was ever employed in film and wanted to destroy something beautiful, in the world, chose to make London their base of operations. It's like really strong pee or frozen, concentrated grape juice. The place is thick with idiots. It's lousy with them. BITCH doesn't know if she has enough meat fists to go around! But she's feeling generous, so she'll try and make it work.
Now a clip, mostly for her-- maybe a bit for you. You should know, BITCH doesn't post this with irony. She genuinely loves Paul Williams, despite the fact he's 100% uncool. But he wrote some of the best Muppet songs ever and did the Bugsy Malone soundtrack. Fuck yeah.
True fact: he's the world's only extant Garden Gnome. There used to be thousands of 'em, roaming the plains. And now-- he is alone-- the sole member of his race. :(
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Yeh, well he's starting to sound like Wilford Brimley now. Those pauses in his song sound straight outa Des Moines.
T4 or whatever sucked bad. Great CGI, but naw...
Klar. Er war gut in "Phantom of the Paradise." Jetz nur comish.
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