Jake Gyllenhaal’s appearance in the newest ad for Eternity, Calvin Klein’s perfume that makes me sneeze, is supposed to be sweet, but instead feels like the beginning of a terrible horror movie.
Over the past year, I have sought solace from our current political climate and the day to day terrors of the world in a most surprising source: Violent, scary horror movies.
Today, Friday the 13th, is a special day for scary movies, witches, black cat enthusiasts and me—a big baby who likes to be scared, but only a little bit.
If you think about it, isn’t Rob Lowe kind of like a real life ghost detective? Think harder.
After the bugler blurted out Taps, the only thing left to do was to clean out my grandfather’s house. It wasn’t the kind of house that one would expect to be haunted: a squat ranch house with a stucco exterior, the kind of unremarkable house that clutters the working class neighborhoods of suburban Fort Lauderdale.
Ghosts are haunting a police department in New Mexico.
Ugh, I kinda want a pair. Dammit.
Is it really shocking anymore when the hand-wringing medical powers-that-be expound on the dangers of trampolines? "Kids playing on trampolines can hit their heads!" "They can break their bones!" "They can get tangled up in that stupid netting like butterflies and flail wildly in the noonday sun until you, responsible…
Move over, Elmo. There's a new highly-coveted toy in town. What's that? You already did your holiday shopping this year? Tough shit. Gund has just announced a plush version of America's cutest dog. Kids — or, let's be real here, any adult with a soul — are going to go nuts over this thing. In fact, I'm announcing it…
Friends, Halloween is almost upon us. Which means candy corn, slutty beer mug costumes, and: ghost stories. And we want to hear yours.
Earlier today during Good Morning America's hey-it's-friday-who-cares-about-the-news segment, a news anchor walked around the streets of New York with notable pomeranian Boo in tow, to find out if people would recognize the celebrity pup. Not surprisingly, everyone recognized him, and reacted reasonably by stopping…
On Halloween celebrities are even worse than that neighbor who gives out pennies. Michelle Obama hands out vegetables, Jay Leno asks for his candy back, and finding chocolate in Christopher Nolan's candy bowl requires digging past a SweeTarts level.
Why trick of treat in the creative costume your mom spent hours slaving over when you could wear a plastic outfit from Target and look the same as all the other Iron Mans?
There are a few perennial films that should to be watched, in the tradition of Halloween—Halloween, Scream, Nightmare on Elm Street—but the most family-friendly would have to be It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown! It was on TV a few nights ago, and I wasn't aware of it, and only managed to catch the last two…