The Death of Good Taste
Norbit ruled the box office this weekend.
Norbit. Starring Eddie Murphy in a fat suit, mauled by critics, panned by insiders, and still somehow it climbed to the top of the movie mountain. Personal preference is paramount…absolutely. But seriously, doesn’t a film like Norbit, essentially the same recycled, rehashed garbage previously released as The Nutty Professor – doesn’t a film like this, all films like this, don’t they defy the standard difference of opinion and just qualify as pure, unadulterated SH-T???
And for that matter – who outside of white trash would actually consider THIS an elegant, classy wedding invitation???
Eva Longoria and Tony Parker, supposedly it’s theirs. A Parisian wedding in July – according to X17 this assy creation was sent to their guests to “save the date”.
I’m hoping it’s a fraud. I’m hoping their source screwed up the information because not even Vegas could come up with something so phallic and tacky. And I’m Chinese. We make the MOTHER of all tacky wedding invitations. With hearts and gold trim and sometimes dancing cats popping out between ribbons…believe me, I’ve seen it all. My mother forced one on me for our 2nd reception for my own wedding and I’m telling you – the Squawking Chicken herself, not even she would approve of this mess.
Maybe it’s too much to ask for from her…she is after all an eternal soap star…but Tony Parker??? Dude is French! Aren’t they supposed to know better?
Where is Karl Lagerfeld? These two need a good bitchbeating with his bitchbeating fan. Maintenant.