Let’s get one thing straight: this sure isn’t Oprah’s Book Club. The women of the Bad Wives Book Club barely have time to get through a chapter of their selected reads (Lady Chatterley’s Lover perhaps?) – but they always have time for the big O.… More
Often, I like to discuss this magical power I have where I imagine things happening and then they actually happen. It’s never anything good – for instance, once I was in my bathroom thinking about what would happen if my toilet just stopped working and when I went to flush, the bathroom suddenly flooded with what I refer to as poo water.… More
I’m reviewing this movie for one reason, and one reason only – Max Mikita. If you don’t know who she is, let me tell you. Max is an insanely beautiful Asian chick with a shaved head and absolutely gorgeous natural body. In scene five you get to watch her squirt herself with oil, before getting down and dirty with Voodoo.… More
This movie has an identity crisis. It’s not sure if it wants be to punky, avant garde or whatever, and I’m pretty sure none of the stars or the director could clue us in to what the plot is. But, from what I garner, there is supposed to be one – about a band, I believe.… More