Via ONTD comes these photos of Steve Guttenberg going absolutely apeshit on some hapless paparazzi.
Shouldn’t he be glad that someone thinks he’s still culturally relevant enough to photograph during his morning jog? 1987 was a long time ago, Steve.
Although now that I think about it, that was probably his clever plan all along. Photos of the Gute jogging? Snoozefest. Photos of the Gute going Hulk? Tabloid bidding war!
I think a trip to Borders is in order this weekend. I have a 30% off coupon good through Sunday, and I’m 2/3 of the way through my last book in my present to-be-read pile (The Picture of Dorian Gray). I’m in the mood for a graphic novel, although I kind of hate going into that section. There’s always a couple of 30-year-old virgins with no concept of “inside voice” hanging out and arguing over who would win in a fight between Astroboy and Ultraman.
I still haven’t read Black Hole, although maybe I’ll just get something by Daniel Clowes. HisGhost World was the first graphic novel I ever read. (And look at this: there’s a special edition coming out at the end of the summer.)
Actually, I only even read it because of the movie, which I loved. (It was also the first DVD I ever bought!)
Aww, it’s kind of bittersweet now when Brad Renfro laughs, since he died recently.
I never really cared for ScarJo, I find her to be pretty wooden. I don’t get why some people rant and rave over her. She’s certainly beautiful; but it’s not like Hollywood is in any danger of running out of blonde, full-lipped, big-boobed starlets. And some of them can actually emote better than a plank of wood.
Her woodenness actually kind of worked in this role, though. Anyway, I didn’t care about her, I wanted to see it for Thora Birch. I’ve always related to a lot of the characters she played in the late ’90s/early ’00s, and Enid Coleslaw was certainly no exception.
I always like the end of the movie/novel, how it’s open to interpretation. Some people interpret it to mean that Enid committed suicide, an interesting take. This actually seems to be supported with a couple of throwaway panels in the novel: Enid’s hearse with a “For Sale” sign in the window, and Enid’s father and Carol staring down at a tombstone. However, Enid and Becky are shown in the same cemetery earlier in the novel, so who knows.
