Television series’ focusing on comic book heroes rarely stay entertaining the entire run. In my opinion, Smallville was an exception. The series about a high school Superman was very well done, and I genuinely liked the characters, including Clark Kent’s best friend Chloe, played by Allison Mack.
What a difference a decade makes.
“Smallville” actress Allison Mack has been arrested for her alleged role in the notorious upstate sex slave cult Nxivm, federal prosecutors announced Friday.
The bust comes less than a month after Nxivm leader Keith Raniere was collared on the same charges at a luxury villa in Mexico — where they had been hiding out since one of their “slaves” in October went public with her experience in the cult.
Mack, 35, was Raniere’s direct “slave” and had a sexual relationship with him — but also acted as a “master” to other slaves, who were forced to have sex with Raniere and get his initials burned into their pubic region with a cauterizing pen.
As the women were being branded like cattle, Mack allegedly placed her hands on their chests and told them to “feel the pain” and to “think of [their] master.”
Obviously, Mack was infected with red Kryptonite. Sweet fancy Moses, what the hell happened to sweet, innocent Chloe? As my friend Bill said, “She needs a good spanking from Clark.”
Mack, who played Chloe Sullivan on the hit superhero show, was recruited to Nxivm by fellow “Smallville” star Kristin Kreuk in 2006 and rose up the ranks into Raniere’s inner circle.
Wow that’s hot. Um, I mean wrong. It’s very, very wrong!
In case you weren’t aware, the Academy Awards were held Sunday night. If you missed it, don’t worry; no one else watched the program either.
The viewership of the 2018 Academy Awards dropped 20 percent from the 2017 broadcast. The total viewership was a record-low 26.5 million. Last year’s Oscars reached 33 million viewers.
According to the Associated Press, this is the first time the awards event has reached fewer than 30 million people.
Wow, I wonder what could account for the terrible ratings?
The Oscars was very politically heavy this year, with host Jimmy Kimmel and various actors and actresses criticizing a conservative worldview. Donald Trump, Mike Pence and the NRA were all fair game throughout the predictable, rather boring broadcast.
There it is.
The sad part of this is Gary Oldman, a brilliant actor who is not a complete moonbat, said some very nice words about America during his speech, and no one in the audience cared.
This is the problem with Hollywood types; they claim to love their fans, but most of them hate their audiences, hate America, and hate anyone with a differing opinion. I’m happy people are finally tuning out, but I feel badly for people like Oldman, Nick Searcy, and Gary Sinise; great conservative actors who become collateral damage.
The former boyfriend of Olivia Newton-John has allegedly been spotted in Mexico, a dozen years after reportedly drowning at sea.
Wow, how annoying must Newton-John be for a guy to fake his own death?
Olivia Newton-John’s ex-boyfriend, who vanished 12 years ago during a fishing trip, was reportedly spotted alive in Mexico.
Patrick McDermott, a cameraman from the U.S., vanished after a fishing trip on June 30, 2005. The Coast Guard concluded in 2008 that McDermott “most likely drowned.”
However, Dateline and America’s Most Wanted believed McDermott disappeared to avoid paying money he owed, including thousands in child support. New Idea reported a picture of a man at a Mexican campsite appeared to be McDermott.
“The widow’s peak is exact. The eyes are very similar and the ears extend down on the head in the same distance. I believe it’s him,” Charlie Parker, a private investigator, said.
Well, I guess if you’re going to fake your own demise, the best place to hide out is in Mexico. I mean, really, who ever volunteers to go to that fourth-world shithole?
Hollywood’s biggest power brokers are toppling like dominoes, and hopefully, it’s a sign Tinseltown is finished. The latest alleged pervert is Brett Ratner; a terrible director and an even worse human being.
Natasha Henstridge was watching a movie on Brett Ratner’s couch when she fell asleep. She was a 19-year-old fashion model; he was an up-and-coming music video director in his early 20s. They had been hanging out in front of the TV with friends at his New York apartment.
But when Henstridge woke up, the others had left. She was alone with Ratner. She got up to leave, Henstridge said, but he blocked the doorway with his body and wouldn’t budge. He began touching himself, she said, then forced her to perform oral sex.
“He strong-armed me in a real way. He physically forced himself on me,” she said. “At some point, I gave in and he did his thing.”
This story bothers me more than the Weinstein or Spacey allegations because I have always been a fan of Henstridge. Yeah, I make jokes about banging babes like a screen door in a hurricane, but forcing yourself on a woman is a despicable move; especially when the woman is a teenager.
While looking for a photo of yesterday’s first post – a screen capture from the brilliant film, Clerks – I saw a photo of one of the film’s actresses, Lisa Spoonauer. The photo was captioned with a death notice, and apparently Spoonauer passed away in May at the age of 44. The news has made a terrible week even worse.
Lisa Spoonauer, the star of the 1994 cult classic Clerks who died at the age of 44 on May 20, passed away from an accidental overdose of a painkiller.
The actress, who was suffering from cancer, anemia, lung disease, and immune deficiency at the time of her death, died of acute and chronic intravenous use of hydromorphone, a generic brand of the narcotic painkiller Dilaudid, the Ocean County Medical Examiner in New Jersey determined.
Awful, simply awful. I was given Dilaudid during my appendectomy and last year’s abdominal surgery. It’s awesome, but it is very dangerous. With all her maladies, I cannot fault Lisa for doing what she could to relieve the pain, but this is such a loss. Spoonauer was brilliant in Clerks, as well as crazy stupid hot. Hopefully, she is now at peace.
By the way, if you have never seen the film, I wholeheartedly recommend Clerks. I recommend this as a movie buff, and not necessarily because my classmates claimed this is how my friend Brian and I ran the deli where we used to work. (Although we once played hockey inside the deli, not on the roof, like they did in Clerks.)
Jimmy Kimmel, unfortunately, still has a late-night “variety show,” but that assignment is being put on the back burner thanks to Jimmy’s real job – social justice warmongering. The good news is no one cares about his insipid political posturing. The bad news is, like most of Hollywood, Jimmy is a hypocrite.
After he spoke out so forcefully on both health care and gun control over the past month, many late-night viewers might have expected Jimmy Kimmel do the same about the sexual harassment and assault allegations against Harvey Weinstein….
“First of all, the Harvey Weinstein thing, people like this false equivalence of that’s somehow equivalent to what happened in Las Vegas,” Kimmel added, arguing that the alleged assault of dozens of women does not deserve the same reaction as the killing of nearly 60 people. He said that Weinstein is “not a friend of mine,” adding, “I’m not in the movie business.” As a once and future Oscar host who is friends with many of the movie stars in Weinstein’s orbit, that claim is a hard one to buy.
“They’re saying that I’m calling myself the moral conscience of America, which I most certainly never did and most certainly never would.” (H/T – AOSHQ)
No, the media and your leftist buddies called you that, and you reveled in the spotlight. Now one of your own is being investigated for sexual assault, and suddenly you have writer’s block? Interesting.
(Sorry about the sub-par posts lately, but the past few days have been riddled with exhaustion, work stress, and potential medical issues. I should be back to my former sarcastic self soon.)
There are few people in this world who earn my contempt than Hollywood tough guys. You know the type; prissified beta males whose stunt doubles crush people on the big screen, then believe they are the ones doing the fighting. Jimmy Kimmel is not an action hero, but he is a pussy who talks big in front of the cameras. To wit:
On the Wednesday broadcast of his late-night program, Jimmy Kimmel responded to criticism he has received for his controversial monologue Tuesday night where he ripped Republican Senator Bill Cassidy for using his name to push for the Cassidy-Graham Obamacare replacement proposal.
Did I miss Jimmy Kimmel’s promotion to healthcare expert/national scold? This assclown is worth millions, which means he has no problem affording the outrageous rates which accompany Obamacare. Some people make just enough money to be disqualified for Obamacare subsidies, but not enough to afford life-saving treatment. But hey, that’s not Jimmy Kimmel’s’ problem.
Kimmel, a fierce proponent of the healthcare law, received many rebuttals for his political statement notably FOX & Friends host Brian Kilmeade. Kilmeade called Kimmel a member of the “Hollywood elite” for “pushing” politics. Wednesday night on Jimmy Kimmel Live, the host set his aim at the FOX host and let loose.
Kimmel said the FOX host “kisses my ass like a little boy meeting Batman” whenever the two cross paths and claimed he is “dying” to be a member of the “Hollywood elite.” “I don’t get anything out of this, Brian, you phony little creep. Oh, I’ll pound you when I see you,” Kimmel threatened.
So the pussified Hollywood leftist who continuously calls for civility has no problems assaulting someone who disagrees with him? Interesting. Hey Jimmy, I think you should shut up and tell jokes, too. If you’d like to assault me for my disagreement, send me an email. I’m not hard to find. Pussy.
Employees at Jessica Biel’s restaurant claim the bombshell is very tight, and not in a good way.
Jessica Biel has been accused of withholding nearly half a million in tips from employees at her kid-friendly Los Angeles restaurant. Nine employees at Au Fudge have filed a lawsuit against Biel and her four business partners, claiming that they never received tips that the restaurant charged clients for private events.
The group of disgruntled employees describe themselves as ‘young adults new to the workforce and new to Los Angeles’ who ‘were ill-prepared to deal with the violations of their rights in the workplace.’
According to court documents, Au Fudge charged a 22 per cent gratuity to clients who held private events at the West Hollywood eatery – but employees say that money was never passed down to them. The lawsuit claims that the ‘owners blamed the “glitch” on converting the private event gratuities to a single manager,’ but they say they still didn’t get the tips even after that manager was fired.
So I guess you can say Biel is… fudging the numbers. Bawahahahah, I kill me!
Hollywood – the despicable place which houses despicable people who hate our guts – is seeing both box office receipts and theater stocks plummet.
And people say there is no good news in the world.
The largest chain, AMC Entertainment, with 11,083 screens in 1,009 theaters, has been hit hardest, its shares dropping a dramatic 45 percent since Memorial Day while the Dow Jones has gained nearly 4 percent. Regal Entertainment (7,379 screens in 566 theaters) has seen shares plunge 28 percent in the same time frame while shares of Cinemark (5,926 screens in 529 theaters) have dropped 18 percent.
Owners of Imax, which operates a network of 1,257 giant movie screens at theaters worldwide, watched their shares plunge 31 percent while owners of National Cinemedia, the company most responsible for putting advertising on movie screens, saw their shares shed 25 percent of their value since Memorial Day.
FBR Capital Markets analyst Barton Crockett predicts a domestic box office of $2.36 billion, which would be a 21 percent slide compared with the year prior.
I can proudly say I have not been to the movies at all in 2017, because I’m tired of funding people who despise me. The only film I had any interest in was Dunkirk, and I can see that when it hits the cable channels.
Twenty years ago today, Princess Diana of Wales was killed in an auto accident inside a Paris tunnel.
For the record, I don’t see what all the fuss is about, but I figured I would be remiss in not at least acknowledging the anniversary here.
Sir Elton John has led tributes to Diana, Princess of Wales on the 20th anniversary of her death. The 70-year-old singer posted a picture on Instagram of the pair together, with his arm around the Princess writing: ’20 years ago today, the world lost an angel. RIP.’
Diana’s sons, the Duke of Cambridge and Prince Harry, have already paid tribute to their mother, visiting the floral tributes and pictures left at the gates of her former home, Kensington Palace.
I’ve always been a big fan of Queen Elizabeth because by all accounts she is a remarkable woman – arguing to serve England in WWII solidified that for me – and I’m a fan of Prince William, Harry, and Kate. In my opinion, the integrity skips a generation, since Prince Charles has always been a tool.
Like most people, I admired Diana – she was crazy stupid hot – and it’s a shame she died so young. That said, the unabashed hero worship puzzles me.