The Stath is back and some Oscar haterade
I needed a little break today and I got it in the form of a red band trailer for A Working Man, the upcoming Jason Statham film that I cannot wait to see. Besides the fact that I generally enjoy Jason Statham movies, it looks like a perfect palate cleanser for after Oscar season.
Just some well executed dumb fun, right when we need it.
Speaking of The Stath, The Beekeeper is getting a sequel. Yes please and thank you. My only wish is that the beekeeper crosses over with Ben Affleck’s accountant-assassin. You cannot convince me that The Beekeeper and The Accountant are not part of a shared cinematic universe. They definitely are.
What else happened today…
Move over girl bosses, it’s time for a new toxic boss model, the maternal and dysfunctional “non-profit boss”. I had a toxic boss for years, and these videos from creator Nicole Daniels make me shudder. The gentle tone, the subtle commands, it’s all too real. My life got exponentially better when a normal boss came in and behaved normally. (Popsugar)
I am not a fashion designer, and I could never be a fashion designer, so take my criticism with a grain of salt, but the Roksanda show looks like an episode of Project Runway. (Go Fug Yourself)
Millie Bobby Brown doesn’t look old because she went blonde. She looks old because of her real housewife makeup, and she keeps wearing outfits better suited to someone at least twice her age. That said, if she feels confident in these fits, then great. And I genuinely love her vibe with her new husband, Jake Bongiovi. I am really rooting for those two crazy kids. (Celebitchy)
It’s Oscar weekend, which brings with it many traditions (including the new one of live chatting the Oscars at The Squawk. Join us Sunday night!). One tradition, though, is special because one tradition…is for the haters. That’s right, it’s time once again for Drew Magary’s “Haters Guide” to the Oscars.
I look forward to Drew’s Oscar haterade every year. Even when I disagree with him, he makes me laugh, and his summation of the Oscar race is usually spot on, if viewed through acid-tinted glasses. I like Conclave, I won’t be mad if it wins Best Picture but calling it “The Crying Game but for woke people” isn’t offside. Very few writers make me laugh like Drew Magary when he’s venting his spleen. (SF Gate)
From a poison pen to a plea for common courtesy in a discourteous age, the headline says it all: there are other people in the world. (Defector)