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Short reviews of pretty much whatever. Finally, you can discover if Frosted Flakes Gold has more social worth than Illmatic or Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare.
When we first met the Doctor and his granddaughter we learned that they were fugitive aliens with a malfunctioning time machine. By the time we got to The Time Meddler, the last serial in the show’s second season, we really hadn’t learned anything else about who the Doctor was or where he came from. We had learned a thing or two about what the Doctor was capable of and what made him tick, but there still wasn’t anything terribly concrete about his back story. And even though The Time Meddler introduced another time traveler, with his own TARDIS, we never learned where exactly he and the Doctor were from or what kind alien they were specifically. What we did get, though, was a great serial. The Time Meddler combined a historical setting with science fiction themes, to great effect. It also gave us our first real chance to see the latest companion, Steven Taylor, in action. Steven comfortably filled the Ian shaped hole in the show's cast, confounding the Doctor (and occasionally Vicki) with his questions while also being young and spry enough to throw down when fisticuffs were in order. At the end of serial, we don’t know where the Doctor and his companions were off to next, but thanks to The Time Meddler the show had greatly expanded their options.
(In a fakey British accent) Oh bother, there appears to be a double agent in our midst. I do suppose I'll be required to have some long, slow, quiet conversations with all the suspected parties then. This is a sticky wicket. It's a jolly good thing that it's the early seventies and I can drink and smoke copious amounts of cigarettes during my investigation. Pip pip, think of the Queen and all that.
The best thing about Slaughter High is the poster art, while the movie itself is actually pretty boring and lame. Back in the day, it was pretty common for genre film makers to try to cover up just how shitty their movies were by releasing kickass promotional art. Before the internet, a really cool poster or VHS cover went a long way in persuading people to see shitty movies. While I'm sure Slaughter High has a cult following, I'm willing to bet that most people who've seen the movie were lured in by the promise of sweater wearing skeletons with exploding apples. What they got, however, was a bland prank-gone-awry/revenge slasher made by a bunch of Brits doing terrible American accents.
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If it weren't for his association with the Sex Pistols, I'd probably never have heard of Malcolm McLaren (1946-2010). Even now I don't really know that much about Mr. McLaren, other than what I've seen in various documentaries about the Sex Pistols and punk music in general. None of which was particularly flattering. John Lydon (aka Johnny Rotten) never had anything nice to say about the guy, then again he's never really had anything nice to say about anybody anyway.
Once upon a time there was a such thing as kings and queens, and I guess there still is. But in merry old England some richos decided that it would probably be a good idea if kings and queens had to follow laws and shit, so they busted out a case of Keystone Light and drafted the hell out of the Magna Carta. This flimsy piece of paper also guaranteed certain inalienable rights for the citizens of England, so it turns out the Founding Fathers of America were just a bunch of plagiarizing assholes. Anyway, that doesn't matter because all the best countries don't even have kings, like Canada, USA, Afghanistan, Rwanda, East Timor, etc.
Them shits is stupid. First I dont like all sort of rulings everywhere saying Do This and Do That Too second I think we all think about words and such and then forget about the real things, Jesus, troops, Gods America. Look here dudos this isn't froofy froof england or something and who do I look like Shakespeare. Finally why can't we see, that spending so much time on words and there order are tearing us apart. Their is a fine balance, two on whether or not were being to critical or if they're is good in all this talky talk. So in conclusion grammar has it's fine points but I for one hate it and think its stupid.
I never even expected that this would be the kind of movie I'd see in the first place, much less that I'd think of it as the best movie of 2009 (so far). This is a sequel that picks up I guess after Chev Chelios falls 2000 feet from a helicopter to his death at the end of Crank 1, except then he is brought back withan artificial heart and has to electrocute himself every five minutes or so to stay alive while he chases down his own heart, which has been stolen by Chinese gangsters. Jason Statham certainly brings a lot of charm to this ridiculous affair, and the movie plays like a cross between a music video, a fever dream, and a sketch comedy show. There's something to be said about American culture within this convoluted mess of a movie that somehow, despite the hundred disparate directions it's pulling itself, ends up as the perfect brainless film, but I wouldn't know what it was.
Sometimes you're a girl and you just meet somebody or do something amazing in which case don't bow, you uneducated proletariat! Gently nod your head forward, bend your knees slightly, and hold your dress up so it doesn't get dust/horse shit on it (if it's the second one you probably didn't do something amazing). This is known as the curtsy, in case you couldn't tell by context clues, and it is different than a courtesy because of letters or some such shit, who am I, Noam Chomsky? Men can sometimes do curtsies and that is either known as the ULTIMATE IN HIGH-BROW COMEDY or some gay crap. In closing I would just like to say that America has really gone down the drain ever since women started having abortions and wearing pants.
Certain tobaccos impart distinct flavours to their respective blends. Virginia is toasty, grassy or lemony; burley is nutty and often sprayed with fruity essences; "oriental" or "turkish" tobaccos vary considerably, but often taste floral, citrous, or leathery; perique is piquant, and tastes like stewed fruit, salsa and chrome; latakia--the most distinctive "condiment" tobacco of all--smells like road tar, burning camel shit and funeral incense, and tastes like it smells, except saltier.
It's easy to say that Rowan Atkinson is a comic genius, but that's because he is. Sure, sure, Mr. Bean was way too popular, but who else even tries to do silent physical comedy these days? But before all that, he created and starred in a series called The Black Adder for the BBC. The first series focused on the character Edmund, played by Atkinson, who is second in line to become king of England at the end of the 15th century. He is an unlikeable, self centered, conniving twat, and the show is hilarious. I guess I like Red Dwarf better, but that's just because there's space and robots (bias).
Them shits is stupid. First I dont like all sort of rulings everywhere saying Do This and Do That Too second I think we all think about words and such and then forget about the real things, Jesus, troops, Gods America. Look here dudos this isn't froofy froof england or something and who do I look like Shakespeare. Finally why can't we see, that spending so much time on words and there order are tearing us apart. Their is a fine balance, two on whether or not were being to critical or if they're is good in all this talky talk. So in conclusion grammar has it's fine points but I for one hate it and think its stupid.