Clint Eastwood is probably gonna die soon, so he's gone and made a movie about his terrible mean old crotchety ghost haunting a couple with a newborn baby. Matt Damon shows up and is all like, "Hey I have some sconces just like those," and then Ron Howard's lousy daughter takes a crap on the floor, the end. It will win a thousand Oscars, and then Clint Eastwood will melt them down and have them rebuilt into a giant golden Oscar-shaped rocket, which he will have his corpse placed into and then shot directly into the Sun.
In related news, my piece for Celebrity Beehive is up.
Read what I have to say about this weekend's movies there.
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Read what I have to say about this weekend's movies there.
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You are Evil. I love it.
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