I haven’t seen your film “The Great Gatsby,” and I still haven’t watched “J. Edgar” despite it having been on my DVR for nearly a year. I was an extra in that movie and I looked at your butt for longer than I should have while filming. I regret nothing. Despite this, I can’t bring myself to watch you in J. Edgar because it looks really boring. I haven’t watched your last film “Django Unchained” either, but let’s face it, that movie was riding primarily Quentin Tarantino’s jabber mouth, forbidden no-no words, and that nice Austrian fellow that keeps winning Oscars.
What I do know is that you need help, and I should be the one to give it to you.
Throughout his career, Phil Collins has also been balding. While it may be a sensitive subject for some men, for Mr. Collins it doesn’t seem to be the case. I’m grateful that he took the the higher “Bruce Willis” road rather than the lower “John Travolta” route with hairstyle choices.
Before I start with the lowdown on Graboids, I’d like to state how much I adore Tremors. It was the first movie that my husband and I discovered we were mutually obsessed with when we started dating. Nothing says love quite like nasty worm monsters that shoot smaller worm monsters out of their mouths.
I’m the 80s Pop Culture Contributor on Squidoo. I’m covering new wave, dance-pop, hip hop, and, yes, even the butt rock. I’ve got John Hughes and John Candy, Bill Murray, Eddie Murphy, and Eddie Money; Working Girl, The Golden Girls, and The Girls that Just Wanna Have Fun. I’m bringing it all. I promise you, I promise you I will.