Author: David Medsker (Page 59 of 65)

Vanity Fair cover unveiled, hospitals report alarming increase in heart attacks

Get a load of this: Scarlett Johannson and Keira Knightley, naked.

Scarlett Johannson, Keira Knightley, and one lucky, lucky bastard.

Word has it that Rachel McAdams was also going to appear on the cover, but modesty overwhelmed her, presumably after getting a look at the racktastic Johannson in the buff. Last month, VF subscribers got a nude shot of Lindsay Lohan, and now this. Whoever graces their cover next month is toast.

There’s also a video of Knightley and Johannson getting ready for the big shoot. And before you ask, no, they’re not naked in it.

Holy smokes, we are not going to get anything done today. Boom shacka lacka lacka lacka.

Rated ‘M’ for ‘Mature’

It looks as though Ralph Fiennes and his longtime partner Francesca Annis are separating, and while there is never anything good about reports like this, one aspect of the story leapt out and slapped us square in the puss:

“Fiennes, 43, and Annis, 61, met while starring in a 1995 stage production of “Hamlet,” in which Fiennes played the title role and Annis played his mother. Fiennes was married to actress Alex Kingston at the time, while Annis had three children with photographer Patrick Wiseman.”

Dude, Ralph Fiennes was dating a 61-year-old?

“24,” Hour 7: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. So why aren’t they searching the women for weapons, exactly?

Any frequent viewer of “24” that didn’t see the ending to this week’s episode coming down Broadway needs to pull the plug, because they, to quote lost comedian Jeff Marder, are just taking up space. The second I saw Nubile Russian Girl (her name doesn’t show up on IMDb, nor does the “24” home page give it up) “dressed,” I knew that she was bad news. Buffybot made a reference to everything turning out fine, and I said, I shit you not, “Well, until she kills her captor, anyway.” I didn’t actually say ‘her captor,’ I said his character’s name, but I have since forgotten his character’s name, and his name isn’t showing up on IMDb either. Thankfully Buffybot, being the smart one of the two of us, remembered him from “Alias,” and in a quick search, I discovered that his real name is Patrick Bauchau.

Still, the signs were there for all to see. The episode was wrapping up, and they were thisclose to nabbing the terrorists with the only connection they had. Of COURSE she was going to shoot and kill Patrick Bauchau. And sure enough, she did. Not a bad shot for a 15-year-old who likely never handled a firearm in her life. Still, we’ve seen too many episodes end like this, and it’s starting to get, as you can see, predictable. I’m not saying they must stop doing such things, but how about shaking things up a little bit at the top of the hour? Samwise Gamgee’s mugging, now that was a pleasant surprise, especially since he gave a sweetheart deal to a super bad guy in order to get off the phone and meet his sister in “need.” Now, I will say that the mugging is a surprise, but the whole supervisor-with-a-liability angle isn’t. Buchanan had Dessler, Erin Driscoll had her crazy/suicidal daughter, and Jack had, well, Kim. Man, what I wouldn’t give for Ryan Chappelle to be back in charge again. Pity he’s dead.

Also, in the You’ve Got To Be Freaking Kidding Me department, if a guy with an eastern European accent walks into my shop, and asks me if I can make precision cuts on a whole bunch of mysterious canisters, I would probably call Buffybot and tell her that I love her very much, but I am not coming come from work today or any other day. Still, our lovable lunk of a cutter does what he’s told, because Mr. Yellow Tie (now known as Ivan Erwich, until I give him a new nickname) gives him “his word” that he will let him go. Of course, cutter dude winds up dead. Even if I couldn’t make the call to Buffybot, it would be hard to die without saying goodbye, but how good is the word of a man who instantly pulls out a gun in an attempt to coerce you into cutting open containers of nerve gas? Nope, the dude is up to no good if he’s looking for the kindness of strangers. Take one for your country, and die with dignity. He obviously needs your skills more than he’d cared to admit, if he’s pulling out his gun in the first five seconds.

Kim Bauer’s name pops up on the episode breakdown for this week, but she shows up in name only, thus lending credence to my whole bear trap/hostage situation theory. But even more puzzling than that is the “suicide” of Walt Cummings. Mighty convenient for Novick to suggest hiding the whole Cummings thing under the rug from the public for the time being, and then to be the one who produces Cummings’ corpse to the president, right outside the president’s office. Novick has always been a standup guy, but it would be interesting to see a darker side to him appear, if for no other reason than to have him killed a few episodes from now. Yep, I’m all about the killing. It just makes for better television, is all. Nothing personal against Jack, or Mike, or Kim, or Audrey, or any of the others. It’s just that TV shows show much more respect for their audiences when they treat all of their characters equally, and show a willingness to whack someone that is seemingly off limits.

I secretly hoped that Jack would be killed in the season premiere. That obviously didn’t happen, and now I’m starting to wonder if that was because President Buck Buck Brawwwwwk didn’t get a chance to sell Bauer’s ass to the Chinese first. For every second that Jack spends in the open, the greater the risk he takes of the Chinese knowing that he faked his death, which will wind up in Bauer getting water torture until his dying days. That, obviously, is a risk that President Chicken Little is willing to take. Make a will, Jack, and soon.

Box Office Roundup: Quoth Otter, “Geeeee, you’re dumb.”

Based on Sunday’s estimates:

1) When a Stranger Calls: $22 million (first week)
The “action” takes in a house with motion sensor-triggered lights, and a cat. Any questions?
2) Big Momma’s House 2: $13.35 million ($45.4 million, second week)
They didn’t screen this to critics, and we were thrilled to have the night off. Still, couldn’t they have come up with something other than “BMH2”? How about “Big Momma’s Summer House”? “Big Momma’s Other House”? But hey, why put any more effort into the title than you put into the movie?
3) Nanny McPhee: $9.9 million ($26.6 million, third week)
Our friend at Fromthebalcony.com insists that this is the best movie he’s seen all year. We’re sure he’s right, but still, we are sooooo glad we slept in that morning.
4) Brokeback Mountain: $5.6 million ($59.7 million, ninth week)
We have it on a good source that if you type “brokeback to the future” into Google, you’ll see the best, parody, ever. (We tried checking it out, but the servers were bogged down.)
5) Hoodwinked: $5.3 million ($44 million, eighth week)
Annapolis,” we hardly knew ye. We miss ye even less.

Pick one: the chicken or the weasel

In an act of shameless cross-promotion, I am pleased to be the first to inform the world that Bullz-Eye’s upcoming TV Power Rankings poll, that taste-making barometer that can literally make or break a television show these days, has “24” in the driver’s seat, once again. By the end of last season, “24” was in danger of giving the honor away, what with the whole fraidy-cat decision not to kill anyone, combined with President Buck Buck Brawwwwwk’s endless concern over how history would view his presidency.

This year, however, they have wasted no time in whacking people and giving up the true intentions of all concerned. Which brings me to this question: did anyone think that Walt the Weasel would give himself up so easily and, well, so honestly? The funny thing is that you want to say that it is merely a script device that led Walt to confess to Logan that he was working “with” some Russian baddies in order to strengthen America’s stance on terrorism, but in truth I really believe that Walt was naïve enough to think he was in control of the situation, and that President Buck Buck Brawwwwwwk was indeed gullible enough to go along with whatever Walt the Weasel whispered in his ear, since Brawwwwwwk’s legacy mattered more to him than anything else, including his wife.

Still, you have to stop and pause at the whole ‘my wife is nuts’ angle. Granted, I’m lucky in that regard, in that my wife, Buffybot, is in fact way smarter, funnier, and far less nuts than I will ever be, but still, no husband would ever, ever, EVER put his wife away like that, especially the president of the United States. For a guy that is supremely worried about his perception, he sure as hell wouldn’t send his wife to the loony bin solely at the behest of his most trusted advisor. I mean, come on, man, is your thirtysomething, most trusted advisor actually making decisions about the well being of your wife of thirtysomething years? No, of course he’s not.

One astute reader brought up the question about Walt’s cell phone not being monitored by the feds while he was calling the Russian baddies, and that idea came back to roost big time. We have the US government pulling a phone call between First Lady Marty Logan (who is my favorite new character this season, bar none) and former president David Palmer, and yet, they’re not able to catch any of the phone calls Walt makes to his Russian “friends”? Even worse, the Russians are able to tap Mike Novick’s phone, but no one on the government side is either a) capable of doing the same, or b) aware that someone else is listening in, hours after a former President was killed? Come on, people. We’re the United States. We invented sneaky. There is no way that the cell phone of any government employee isn’t tapped, wired, monitored, or emitting some kind of suicide frequency when it’s convenient for us.

But back to the main point: the very fact that Walt the Weasel has been taken off the map so quickly makes me even more sure of my Oliver Stone-esque theory about Wayne Palmer. I know that the previews for this week wanted to suggest that Some Dark Haired Guy That We All Know is going to pop out from behind the couch, but after looking at the couch about a hundred times, I’m pretty sure it’s no one that we know at this point in the series. Not even Tony Almeida, whose melon has the closest match to what they showed in the previews for next week, could possibly be the bad guy. He’s still in intensive care. Who else could it be? Audrey Raines’ ex-husband Paul? He’s dead. Edgar? Not as much hair as the “bad guy,” and a much bigger melon, never mind the fact that he apparently ate Chloe in the offseason. I guess we’ll all just have to tune in to next week, and wait for them to jerk our chains like they always do…though they’re getting much better at jerking chains than they were a couple years ago, and if that means taking the life President Palmer, then, well, I guess certain sacrifices indeed have to be made. We’ll still tune in, won’t we?

Yes, we will.

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