After three, pout. One, two… three!
Batman, as people now know, was a brooding, complicated soul. An orphan, a creature of the night. Haunted, misunderstood, angry. It’s sometimes impossible to encapsulate that vibe on camera, and yet – every once in a while – someone manages to capture it perfectly. See above.
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Let’s get it on
Billy Dee Williams – yes, Billy Dee Williams – turns 72 today, which is ridiculous, quite frankly. He looks more like 62. He’s had a solid innings so far, doing his best in great films like The Empire Strikes Back, Batman, and Secret Agent 00 Soul, so we decided that we should definitely buy him a decent gift. We gathered round a big table to drink wine from clay jars served by women in petticoats, and dicussions became heated. One half of the room wanted to buy him some massage oils, while the others thought that a funny Lando Calrissian and Han Solo clip would be just the ticket. In the end we got him both. Happy Birthday Billy Dee Williams!
This strip was not amongst them…
Such is the cruel, mystifying nature of this current financial downturn that miracles are becoming almost as frequent as tales of misery and drunken fights. This is because as the rich man weakens, the poor man grows ever stronger. Soon they will be equals on the dating circuit, and you will see supermodels dining on benches with tramps, amazing Hollywood actresses snogging war veterans in shop doorways. It’s a confusing, but exciting time. Which is why we go bonkers for bargains. Over the weekend, friend of a friend, Jeff, stumbled across a potential goldmine in his most local second hand emporium. “I don’t know a great deal about comics,” he admitted, almost tearfully, “but I know a bargain when I see one, and this bundle of old Superman and Batman comics looked like it was worth a pretty penny.” We have since perused the collection, and it is, indeed, a mighty fine one. So, come on Jeff, how much for this desirable pile of animated stories? “It works out at about 5p for each comic.”
Bit of a no brainer… or is it?
It’s a good statuette to win, Best Supporting Actor. For the most part, it’s essentially telling you that you were better than the main guy – the one who strode about the set wearing just pants and cowboy boots, demanding the most disgusting things from runners. Yeah, that guy. What an idiot he was. But now look at him, smiling pathetically through your standing ovation, wondering if the impressionable young extras were really thinking of you when they were half-heartedly sleeping with him. Did he mean nothing to them? Were they faking it?
This year, the race is all but over, as Heath Ledger looks set to eclipse Christian Bale’s husky performance in The Dark Knight. Anyone who doesn’t live in a shed will probably have noticed that the young Australian actor died a few months back, but the increasingly loud word on the street is that his accidental death won’t deny him this last chance of Oscar glory. Many believe his turn as the Joker to be better than Jack Nicholson’s from 1989 – and Nicholson, of course, is an Oscar legend.
Looking to spoil Heath Ledger’s Academy Award graveside pool party are Robert Downey Jr, Michael Shannon, Philip Seymour Hoffman, and Josh Brolin.
Shannon can be discounted right away, mainly because no one has ever heard of him Read more…