Is the 70’s porn creepiness gene necessary for our survival?
“Hollywood’s Nailin’ Palin” is a much better franchise reboot than Edward Norton’s “The Incredible Hulk.”
It was as if her agent told Jennifer Connelly that she’d have to shed some pounds if she wanted that Academy Award. So all that a young Gram had come to love in “The Hot Spot” and, yes, “The Rocketeer” had melted away to a ringwraith tautness by the time of “Hulk” and “House of…
The only thing I’ve ever done for 200 hours straight is watch the Jennifer Connelly ass-to-ass scene in Requiem for a Dream; the writing was so goddamn good.