"For good measure, Tideland also includes a bedroom scene between a 20-year-old man with learning difficulties and a little girl," writes Stuart Jeffries in the Guardian; a rotting corpse that makes one relieved the film doesn't come in smell-o-vision; a...
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· Had we not already been gifted with the Malibu Police Department's star-studded "sugar tits" report, this one from Toledo featuring the phrase "the rotund robbers began pelting him with a flurry of chubby fists and tore the milk jug from his grasp" would easily be the best we've ever read. F'ing poetry.
· Behold the coast-battering, windy man-titties of Tropical Storm Fabio.
· Us Weekly strikes back against Jennifer Aniston publicist Stephen Huvane by running a greatest hits collection of his best lies.
· Dude, where's my cock car?
· If you have any interest in sports whatsoever, make sure you check out our brother blog Deadspin's post about the voicemail Sportscenter anchor Scott Van Pelt left for a lady he'd met at a bar. It's definitely no Pat O'Brien-level performance, but it's pretty great on its own terms.
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Add to myYahoo!The Stephen King story joins a legion of other special edition DVDs this Fall.
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Fox 411's Roger Friedman must have been too engrossed by shadowing Lindsay Lohan and waiting for her to pick up the bottle of water he needed to complete his anecdote about the actress's reformed, post-dehydration ways at Hyde on Monday night, or was otherwise too mesmerized by the scent of freshly baked cookies to notice the antics of Nicole Richie, who according to the NY Observer's Daily Transom blog, was putting on quite the Young Hollywood triple-threat performance of table dancing, genital-to-genital grinding, and public regurgitation in the very same, tiny celebrity clubhouse:
But the real action was happening inside the Sunset Boulevard club, where, sources say, Nicole Richie was getting into the party spirit with her spirit of choice: Tequila! "She was so wasted!" said an attendant, who also said that Ms. Richie's drinking partner, Mary-Kate Olsen, was not doing anything to help the situation. "She was dancing on the tables and then she started giving lap dances to her friends and random guys, too."And then it happened, under the copper ceiling, amidst the hanging candles. "Nicole puked right on the floor, like right in the middle of the club," said the source. "Everyone saw! But I guess she didn't care. She kept partying."
"She loves tequila," said the source, a friend of Ms. Richie's. "But you know, she's so small--and she probably didn't eat anything that day. So you know, she probably had a couple shots and it just happened. She was just having a good time."
It might seem odd that Richie would act so nonchalant after vomiting in the middle of the club, but as a VIP patron, she knew that a Hyde staffer would quickly alert her if her body had thrown up a critical internal organ after finding no recently consumed food to reject. Hot clubs like Hyde know that if they don't provide that level of service to their cherished celebrity clientele, they'll just take their gilded puke to a more welcoming establishment up the street.
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Add to myYahoo!Back again with three more images from three DVDs (randomly selected from my collection), and one more chance to win the Cinemarati Screen Cap Grand Prize. Remember: Cheaters never prosper. I’ll be watching… Cap One: Cap Two: Cap Three:
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For many Val Kilmer fans, the onetime matinee idol will always be that shirtless, bronzed god, frozen in mid-air as he spikes a volleyball aimed at Tom Cruise's head. It's hard to reconcile that image with this photo, published in today's London Daily Mirror, of a Stetson-wearing Kilmer taking a leisurely stroll in Malibu, just moments after having unhinged his lower jaw and swallowed a baby sea lion frolicking a few meters from shore. But for one sharp-eyed Defamer reader, this plus-sized, cowboy Val comes as no surprise:
Val Kilmer in the Malibu Starbucks this morning (8/8). He was with a vaguely recognizable, vaguely pretty woman and a young girl. He was also wearing an authentic cowboy hat. I text messaged my girlfriend because she gets all excited about this stuff and she wrote back "Is he fat?" Now that she mentions it, he was looking a little husky....
Kilmer should be credited for being relaxed enough in his own skin to settle into the midriff-ballooning comforts of middle age. Not every former pretty-boy is confident enough to laugh off the cruel points and whispers of summer beachgoers, who barely wait until you're out of earshot to excitedly dial up their friend and announce, "Now I know what Jim Morrison would have looked like if he was still alive. Eeeewwwww!"
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