Screw that guy and his little sissy-pants island job.

THIS is the best job in the world. And I'd volunteer for it. Hell, I'd pay them to hire me. Gods. That Eryn is one lucky lady. I wonder if she knows it.

I don't care what anyone says. I loved Death Proof. I fucking loved it! A movie that has a soundtrack like that? Cars that growl? Tracie Thoms playing a potty-mouthed stuntwoman? A real, awesome fucking stuntwoman that we now also call an action heroine and my personal heartbreaker hanging on the hood of a car at 200 kmph making me cringe and hide ( Read more... )

The gods have shown some mercy and granted me the wish of getting to watch Angel of Death after all. But the evil fangirl in me wouldn’t leave this thing alone. I couldn’t just sit back and enjoy the glorious ass kicking, the marvelous bad assness of the leading lady or the immense sexiness of her Kiwi accent (is it just me or no matter how ‘silly ( Read more... )