“People love chocolate.” Fits on a bumper-sticker.
Happy birthday, Mr. Colbert
As Nick heads out to the terrace, we hear Leo’s bourbon-soaked purr (it’s clear that his voice, and not Daisy’s, is the one that’s full of money in this movie) as he ninja-shadows his distracted new friend, waiting for the right moment to get out in front and reveal himself entirely. Naturally, because this is a Baz Luhrmann film, that reveal arrives just as “Rhapsody in Blue” hits its apex on the soundtrack and orgiastic fireworks go off in the 3-D distance. And then, as the camera pushes in, we finally get a solid medium shot of the positively orange-painted Leonardo DiCaprio, a giant grin playing on his mouth as the heavens rain down enough sparks to power a century’s worth of RuPaul’s Drag Race finale coronations. He then drawls to Nick, and I may be paraphrasing, “Old sport, I am fucking FAMOUS.”
You may have seen The Great Gatsby over the weekend, but wait until you see The Great Catsby.
Of course. — tanya b.
although it was cyber-doctor speaking, this was appreciated.
also appreciated: return of psychic paper, and the Doctor’s appreciation for all species, even if they’re creepy little cybermites
I have this crazy inane tendency to rewatch all the saddest bits of ten x rose when I’m drunk and cry or compose poetry (maybe it’s prose idk i’m not sane atm)
currently slightly inebriated because I just came back from a club with real people and here I am watching Journey’s End because I AM PSYCHO.
Aaron Tveit singing “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together” at 54 Below.
(which is giving me cancer, I KNOW) and I actually thought to myself, “Man…you know what would be nice? A big tanning bed that you could like walk around in and just tan, so you’re not bored for 15 minutes laying here.”
Then I was like, “Oh wait, that’s the outside you’re thinking of, Sade. The outside.”
So. Put me down pls.