Here’s some goofy shit that doesn’t quite qualify as art, but does qualify as my desperately appealing for your praise, attention, and scorn — I’ll take scorn. Please.
Part 1 in a potentially endless series of what every text conversation would look like between the male and female leads in every single film by Jean-Luc Godard.
I don’t usually faun over a Goosebumps…and I’ll continue to keep not doing that in this case. I don’t have a weak stomach, but this latest entry in adult-oriented Goosebumps really tried my intestinal fortitude. R.L. Stine’s account of a mentally handicapped pig farmer who falls in love with his prize piggy is really light on one kind of squeal and really heavy in another way less appealing and squeal. I’ll just say this: if they don’t have a PETA in Belgium, then they really need a PETA in Belgium.