Posted by: slb on: September 14, 2011

I’m going to date myself by saying this, but I grew up watching Joey “Joseph” Lawrence, starting with the Nell Carter sitcom, Gimme A Break, which once featured him in blackface as a mini Al Jolson. We’re only three years apart (He’s older). His brush with overt racism notwithstanding, I have always loved Joey Lawrence. Loved him through Blossom, his ill-advised foray into pop music performance, and his hair loss.
I’m equally devoted to Melissa Joan Hart, dating back to Clarissa Explains It All–and though I haven’t caught that show’s Nickelodeon revival, it’s oddly comforting to know that it’s back on TV.
So when ABC Family paired them in their original movie, My Fake Fiance, I sat through it, certain it would suck. It kind of did, in that predictable way all ABC Family, Lifetime, and Hallmark flicks suck: the awesome way. But the film was effective in conveying how well these two former child actors work together. So when ABC Family started running promos for a sitcom featuring the pair, I knew I’d give it a whirl. It’s been a long haul, but I’ve managed to slog through the entire first season (broken up by an eight-month hiatus), which ends tonight.
I’ve found myself chuckling at the show a few times, mostly when Joe deadpans a punchline. He’s surprisingly great at sarcasm. His skin/”hair” combo can be a bit distracting–as can Hart’s frequent references to his baldness (though he’s almost always wearing “hair”), but it’s a passable sitcom in a way that, say, According to Jim or Yes, Dear were not. It’s as formulaic as they come and super-old-school, in that it’s recorded in front of a live studio audience and follows a very predictable trajectory, but it’s comforting in that way.
Okay, so this isn’t a ringing endorsement. But hey, there a few shows these days that deserve one of those. Amirite?
Posted by: Melissa on: December 20, 2009

Oh Brittany, we had such high hopes for you. You were Tai; we quote you at least once a week. You were Luanne Platter (someone I also quote at least once a week). And as far as bad B movies go, The Ramen Girl was actually kind of awesome (and available on instant Netflix).
So today we toast to you. See you around, Tai…hope not sporadically.
Posted by: Melissa on: July 1, 2009

“These filmmakers have, over the course of their careers, captured the imagination of audiences around the world,” said Academy president Sid Ganis, according to the Hollywood Reporter.
Jeffrey Wright=Oscar nominee. Cera and Rogan=eyeroll.
Just…no.
Posted by: slb on: April 3, 2009
Because a Celebrity Career Diagnosis was long, long overdue, feministdonut and I teamed up to take on one of all-time favorite nearly 40-year-old actresses whose development seems tragically arrested at post-adolescence.

feministdonut: Winona…Whatever happened to her?
slb: Kleptomania.
fd: lol
slb: Is she ever gonna look old enough to start playing moms? Because that’s the only way I can see her getting hired these days. She’s over forty, isn’t she?
fd: That’s very true. Wait… she’s over 40??? Maybe she’s still late 30s….
slb: I’m looking it up. She’ll be 38 in october. I thought she was Johnny Depp’s age.
fd: Wow.
slb: … or Keanu’s age or something. Didn’t they all come out around the same time?
Posted by: Melissa on: February 12, 2009

I’ve always felt Terrence Howard was a jackass, but this one takes the cake:
About the Chris Brown/Rhianna matter: “It’s just life man,” Howard said of the situation. “Chris is a great guy. He’ll be all right. Rihanna knows he loves her. They’ll be alright. Everyone has just got to get out of their way.”
Go choke on a pile of used baby wipes, asshole.
Posted by: slb on: July 14, 2008
With the screen version of Mamma Mia! opening this Friday (like it stands any kind of chance against The Dark Knight for winning the weekend…), we thought we’d take a minute to herald the burgeoning stardom of Amanda Seyfried.
If you don’t know her yet, you will. She’s one of the few actresses we really like around here, so excuse us for setting aside our snark to draw your attention to her.

Maybe you know her as girl who claimed she could predict the weather using nothing but the power of her boobs in Mean Girls. Or maybe you came to love her in bloody-headed flashbacks as semi-skanky Lilly in Veronica Mars. Perhaps you think she’s the most sane member of the Henrickson family on Big Love.
But for those of you who don’t know her at all, know this: we’re almost willing to put aside our extreme hate of all things ABBA to see this girl do her thing opposite Meryl Streep (although feministdonut is probably gonna focus more on simultaneously gouging at her eardrums and swooning over Colin Firth the whole time. You know, priorities).
Anyway, we’ve been seeing a lot of her, looking starry-eyed and smiley in all these over-the-top ads featuring Meryl doing sky-high side splits or herkies and whatnot. And we’re hoping this will provide Seyfried with her star-making turn.
Trust us: she deserves it.
Posted by: Melissa on: July 2, 2008

Yes, there will be a Friends movie. No, I will not be watching that train wreck. I already got my fill of upper middle-class, white New Yorkers and their cutesy racist attitudes on the last go round, thankyouverymuch.
And honestly, what’s the point? Do people really need to see what Ross and Rachael are doing ten billion years after the show ended? Does Jennifer Aniston really need another shitty movie on her resume? The woman attracts bad scripts like flies on poo.
Posted by: slb on: July 1, 2008

Could you please hold off on announcing your pending new arrival until you’re starting to show? This is what normal expectant mothers tend to do. Aside from announcements to close family and friends, they like holding off on telling the general public that they’re expecting until the end of the first trimester or so.
See, if you wait three months, then we don’t have to spend a whole nine inundated with pictures of you buying really big frozen cappuccinos while some toolish journalist speculates on the possible effects of your caffeine intact on your unborn child.
It also means that, by the time you start showing, we aren’t already so sick of the “countdown to Baby Whatever” that we involuntarily gag whenever we see your Baby Bump. More…
Posted by: Melissa on: June 22, 2008

Another stupid celeb child name for the record books.
Sigh. Oh, Jamie Lynne…