All my life I hear: “Agh, women. They are so complicated.” There were times when I actually shared that opinion. Women were complicated, even for me, a woman. Every time any of my girlfriends came to me with relationship problems and started telling me about her ordeal…

I’m in trouble. I know. I can stand here now and apologize for my lack of continuity in posting, explain how I’m so busy I sometimes forget to eat, how I always put way too much on my plate, I can tell you how every time someone asks me …

There are good actors, great actors, and the ones that ARE the character they play. They play them so well you wonder if they really sat down at that reading table memorizing those lines coming out of their mouths, or if this is just them giving you the privilege to witness it.

This year's Oscars? A big snooze fest for me. I get where the Academy wanted to go with hiring James Franco & Anne Hathaway as hosts, but it kinda didn't really work for me. Wanting to update the whole show, to make it fresh, more hip, and in tune with the times, I get it…

Two things came to my mind when I thought about 'Black Swan' before seeing it. The beautiful, haunting, and tantalizing picture of Natalie Portman’s face on the film’s poster, and something I read about it. I read so much…

After watching Seasons 1 & 2 of Skins, and being wowed by the legend of Nicholas Hoult, Dev Patel, Daniel Kaluuya, I never thought the second generation would top my amazement as to how talented these kids are! Where do they find these actors?

I have to admit, I had a kick of anxiety the night before Ricky’s hosting Globes. I was too excited about what he’ll do. What kind of stabs he’ll write. To let someone this smart dig into Hollywood dynamics, it’s a rare pleasure for me. The power of words in play.

Finally. The poster. The trailer that’s banned. The MPAA (Motion Picture Association of America) rating issue. God, I can not wait to see this movie. And the whole controversy is only making me that more excited about it.

With each Twilight Saga movie coming out my mind goes to Gaspard Ulliel: an almost Edward Cullen. Did you know that? Did you know that besides Robert Pattinson, two more people were in the running for the role of Edward; Henry Cavill and Gaspard Ulliel.

I didn’t think the time was ever going to come when I’d have many positive thoughts about Facebook. While I often declared my adoration for Twitter; its simplicity, practicality, and shattering effect it has on the hypocrisy of modern tabloidism; Facebook, I wasn’t sold on.

The time has come. The 'Social Network' Movie. Another couple of weeks. I have to say, I can not wait for this movie to open. I want to see it so badly. I don’t know what I wanted to see as eagerly as this, well....maybe 'Wanted'. The thought of James McAvoy pressing on Jolie lips…

Salt. Sorry for the delay, I really didn’t plan on covering this movie. Not that I don’t like it or anything like that, it’s that I think there’s not much to say about it. It’s good, it works, and that’s about it for me. It was just simply good fun, Angelina looked majestic…

I hate flying. Not just plain ol’ hate when you want the object of your disdain not existing, I repel flying. I hate it in the burn in hell kind of hate. Oh, shit! Why did I use the burn-in-hell comparison? Why did I use the word burn when talking about flying? That’s it, some Gods of flying…

A few more days until SATC 2 comes knocking. I have to say, not really excited as I was about the first one. Why? Simple. It’s going to suck ass. And it’s hard for me to see something I love going down the drains.

Kick Ass. The comic. The movie. Had no clue about it. “You wanna go see it?”. I don’t know, is it any good?”. “Well, it was written by Mark Millar, you know the guy that.....”. Wait, what? Mark Millar? I remembered the guy my BF…

lf I have to go, I wanna go like this. Leave it to the one and only Malcolm McLaren to punk everybody, even in death. How rad is this funeral?! Anarchy rose bouquet, a double-decker with flags, and THE shit of all shits…

You know what, I can’t even write about people dying anymore. It became so frequent and overwhelming, I can’t deal with it. I can’t analyze it. I can’t justify it. I can’t comprehend it. Tired of being mad at upstairs for taking just about everyone that circumscribed my childhood…

A friend that I consider a go-to person for monthly recommendations of arts - badgered me for months to watch Angels in America. Once a famed Broadway play by the genius of Tony Kushner, later the superlative HBO mini-series that collected all the award nominations…