Is it just me, or does it seem like every week – every day, even – of 2015 to date has been rife with some new horror, political revelation, or scandal involving everyone from the guy on the street to a British royal?
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Roxanne Tellier – Who’s Sorry Now?
Posted in Opinion with tags . Livestrong Foundation, Anne Frank Museum, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Australia; Argentine, BBC, Belieber, Benetton, Beyonce, Bill Clinton, Bob Segarini, Brazil, Buenos Aires; Los Angeles, California, Calvin Klein, Canadians, CBS, Chicago Blackhawks, Chris Daughtry, Comedy Central, David Letterman Kobe Bryant, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Germany; Miami, Grey Cup, Holocaust, Instagram, John Mayer, Jonah Hill, Justin Beiber, Justin Timberlake, Kanye West, Katy Perry, Kristen Stewart, L.A, Lance Armstrong, Madonna, Maria Shriver, Molly, MTV, MTV Video Music Award, Nipplegate. Janet Jackson, One Direction, Oprah Winfrey, Orlando Bloom, Paula Deen, Pharrell Williams, Playboy Magazine, Prime Minister Stephen Harper, Roast, Rob Ford, Robert Pattison, Roxanne Tellier, schadenfreude, Scottsdale, Selena Gomez, Stanley Cup. NHL, Super Bowl, Taylor Swift, Tiger Woods, Time, Tour de France, Urban Dictionary, Viacom, YouTube on February 8, 2015 by segariniGeoff Pevere: Cosmopolis VS Teenage Girls
Posted in Opinion with tags Cosmopolis, Cronenberg, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, geoff pevere, Movies, Robert Pattison, Teenage Girls, Texting, Twilight on June 15, 2012 by segarini
I doubt the summer, or maybe the entire year, will provide me with another movie experience quite like the one I had last night with Cosmopolis, David Cronenberg’s new adaptation of one of Don Dellillo’s least-admired novels.
The movie itself is a challenging piece of work: largely taking place in the back of a spacepod-like luxury limo conveying Robert Pattinson’s soulless Wall Street billionaire-bloodsucker to a haircut on the other side of a riot-stricken Manhattan (nicely and not in any way unobviously played by Toronto), it plays out as a series of largely deadpan, abstract-theoretical exchanges between Pattinson’s dead-eyed uber-broker and various people who are briefly along for the ride.
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 