You know when people say, "I could listen to James Earl Jones read the phone book" or "I could watch Eva Longoria make oatmeal for Salma Hayek" (okay, maybe that last one is just me)? Well, I could watch these three guys talk about guitars until the cows come home:
Led Zeppelin's Jimmy Page, U2's The Edge, and The White Stripes' Jack White? Yes, please.
What about you? Does the prospect of three musicians talking and playing sound like bliss or sheer boredom?
SNL has been a springboard to movie stardom ever since Chevy Chase and John Belushi, but there have been an equal number of promising late-night players who truly proved not ready for cinematic primetime. (Even Red Sox fans wrinkled their noses at Jimmy Fallon’s Fever Pitch.)
Sudeikis has leading man potential, but can you imagine him starring in romantic comedies or Judd Apatow-style projects? Do you plan to see Bounty Hunter, PopWatchers, and if you had to bet now, where do you see Sudeikis in five years? Vacation or Johnny Dangerously?
• I love that it took two women to interview Crawford. Translation: His hotness is so great that it must be diffused by two pairs of eyes. Note: I'll need to have Annie in my office when I look at his photos just in case…
• Chace likes a woman who can beat him at beer pong and watch football. I can do that!
• Chris Pine: I don't find this photo of him bruised in Star Trek all that hot, I've got to be honest. I'm guessing it's not the one in the magazine.
• Shia LaBeouf: Which movie do I need to see to make me "get" him?
• Adam Lambert: Classic crotch shot.
• 90210's Ryan Eggold and Twilight's Kellan Lutz: Looks like Hot "Bromantic" Bachelors is a category this year. I guess these two are posing as Butch and Sundance? This has the potential to be as awesomely bad as last year's Mario Lopez recreation spread. Friday cannot come soon enough.
Old 97's frontman Rhett Miller released his third solo CD last Tuesday, and the self-titled disc's lead single, ''I Need To Know Where I Stand,'' has planted its country-tinged pop rock firmly atop my Must List this week. Miller is one of my favorite live performers, partly because I love his music but also because his stage banter is both hilarious and off-the-cuff (unlike other bands, who you know recite the same ''impromptu'' stories night after night). While you can listen to the song (and the rest of the album) on his MySpace page, check out this adorable video of Miller explaining the song's origins: It's about him making out with a girl at debate camp when he was in high school.
What's on your Must List? Next week's online Must List will be ***all readers' choice*** — so by all means, fire away with more gusto and/or torque than usual. Hit us with up to three items from current TV/movies/music/books/games/online. Don't forget your e-mail address, in case we decide to use your submission in the magazine. Deadline is Thursday, June 18, at noon ET.
I used to casually look away when it came on, but to no avail: The Wendy's commercial about the "Frosty Posse" has taken over the already-tiny "useful" section of my brain. By knowing it so well, I've elevated myself to "fairly in the know" status re: Top 40 music. This couldn't be lamer. But it's not entirely my fault. The song — which may have inspired Jay-Z's "D.O.A. (Death of Auto-Tune)" — is an entire minute long!
A friend of mine used to joke that I have at least a 10 percent chance of dying (happily) with my lips firmly suctioned to the spout of a Frosty machine. Seriously, what a way to go.
Should fast food ads quit trying to be music videos? I say no. But if you happen to be sitting across the subway car from me as I accidentally implement eye contact while mouthing the salacious line "Ooh, baby. Do you wanna get Frosty with me?" I could see how you, baby, might answer otherwise.
1) Bring back the Nazis: They’re Indy’s Lex Luthor. Communists, even seductive Pinkos with leather fetishes, simply don’t compare.
2) Call Lawrence Kasdan and Frank Darabont: Kasdan penned the original Raiders of the Lost Ark, and Darabont’s discarded script for the fourth film sounded a heck of a lot more promising than the ultimate plotline about…aliens.
3) Send Marion packing: No one was more thrilled for the Indiana-Marion reunion, but whatever chemistry they had in Nepal is long gone. Their slapstick scenes together in Crystal Skull set the wrong tone for the entire film.
4) I know it’s not going to happen (yet), but…Reboot. No Shia. No Harrison. Handpick a dashing young Indy, and show me his first adult adventure, his initial work with Abner Ravenwood, and his initial romance with Marion. Bridge the gap between The Young Indiana Jones Chronicles and Temple of Doom (which chronologically is set before Raiders).
4a) Since I’ve already committed blasphemy, let me further suggest that future films might also benefit from a different director. “It’s not the years, honey, it’s the mileage,” Indiana once said. Spielberg can still produce, but this franchise needs a jolt. Paging Christopher Nolan.
How did you feel about Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, PopWatchers? Would more father-son bonding and UFO intrigue in a fifth film please or offend you? Would you prefer the inevitable Indiana Jones reboot now? What young actor do you envision wearing that fedora and who would you like to see direct?
More on 'Indiana Jones'
Lisa Schwarzbaum's B-review of 'Crystal Skull'
'Indiana Jones 4' Q&A: Shia LaBeouf
Fact-checking 'Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull'
America’s Got Talent averaged around 13 million viewers last summer, but hype from this spring’s British version could waft across the pond and compel even more U.S. citizens to tune in to witness the likes of a barber orally stimulating his own palms as if they constituted a brass instrument. Does the promise of Susan Boyle make you more likely to check out AGT? Would you watch it anyway? Vote in our poll, below.
Who has time to mull over the strange appearance of Bernard Kerik, or Lexie’s growing bubbies, or Danielle’s sad daughters forced to relive their mama’s glory days with Vivienne Tam and Third Watch, or Jacqueline’s darling father Jerome? Who has time for Teresa’s new bathtub-sized sink or Dina’s decision to retire so she’s never blindsided by stuffed animals under her daughter’s bed again? WE MUST IMMEDIATELY SKIP TO THE MAIN COURSE.
The Last Supper was perhaps the best 10 minutes in all of Real Housewives history. Teresa, sporting new tennis balls under her tube dress, was prattling away over appetizers about Joe pawing her for sex post-op. To be honest, I’m almost ashamed to admit that this dizzy broad has kind of grown on me. She’s an authentic ding dong, innocent of guile. Danielle, however, was not amused by someone munching on her airtime so, with the smugness of one of Dina’s hairless cats, she slid her ex-husband’s book onto the table and took a lusty swig of champagne. (Is it just me or is the real winner of this finale the ex who may have finally moved a few copies out of the remainder bin?)
It'sa me! Keyboard Cat! I am so glad this meme has not died down.
"Do you want my flannel?" — Coop (Michael Showalter) in Wet Hot American Summer
Happy birthday, Michael Showalter!
