Every once in a while you receive an invitation that is impossible turn down. For some people it’s the Bat Mitzvah where JC Chasez was rumored to be performing. For others it’s an MTV-style Sweet Sixteen party where the birthday girl promised that everyone would get to hook up with her topless dancers. And for us here at CollegeCandy, it’s an all-expense paid trip to Vegas to party with the best of them and show our readers how to make the most of Sin City. We’re excited, we’re nervous, and we’re about to get a whole lot closer after sharing a hotel room for a week (FYI Lauren…guess now is the time to tell you that I sleep in the nude). (Editor’s Note: That’s OK, Jenni – I get gassy when I’m drunk.)
Not only are we psyched to be crossing off another item on our list of 25 things to do before you turn 25, but we’re also ready to participate in everything that Vegas has to offer. Based on your suggestions (didn’t see the post asking for suggestions? That’s because it was on our FB page and Twitter-feed!), we’ve put together the ultimate Vegas bucket list, and we’ll be keeping you updated with photos, videos, and tweets as we cross each item off the list.
We’re back with another weekly installment of G.W.W.E. (Guys We Wanna Eff), so let us take a moment to praise the infinitely talented and infinitely effable Clive Owen !
I could not be more excited for today’s release of spy-thriller Duplicity, not only because it marks the return of my girl crushJulia Roberts , but for the always-delicious Clive Owen. Yum, yum, yum!
First of all, our boy has two automatically-effable traits: green eyes and a British accent. Green-eyed men are so hard to come by, and that polished Queen’s English he speaks could enchant me even if he was talking about lint filters. Stick the man in a suit, like the one he wears in the Duplicity trailer, and he is outrageously delectable. Some even say he’s the next Cary Grant.
Furthermore, Clive is a versatile actor whose every role appeals to a different type of effability. His rugged portrayal of Dwight in Sin City showcased Clive as a brutal, aggressive gangster. In Children of Men, he is the heroic everyman entrusted with saving the life of the last pregnant woman on earth in the midst of a sociological apocalypse. In Closer (my personal favorite), he plays the animalistic dermatologist Larry, whose pornographic imagination gets him into all sorts of trouble. I can’t even watch Closer with my friends, because Clive’s lust-driven character is too hot to handle. Read More »
With Indiana Jones waving at me at least once a day from billboards or the radio or the TV, it’s clear that the season of summer blockbusters is upon us.
Usually, I don’t want to see any of the summer blockbusters. The fact that I want to see a handful is pretty amazing. See, I’m not really a movie person. My girlfriend is, and we tend to clash; she loves to watch two or three movies in a day, when that’s usually my ratio for the week.
And then, when we do agree, there’s the fact that there are some movies that no matter how popular they are, I just don’t like them. I’m sure I’ll get a lot of flak for this countdown list, but here are some of the movies that everyone seems to love that I just am not overly fond of.
10. 2001: A Space Odyssey. Now, this is on the top of the list because I really DID enjoy it, up until Hal…well, you’ll know when you see it, if you haven’t already. The movie pretty much lost all interest to me after that. I stopped being concerned about David and totally fell asleep during the outrageously long trip sequence. In fact, it always puts me to sleep, so maybe I should buy a copy just to have on hand when the insomnia hits.
9. Pirates of the Caribbean. Now, hold on before you jump down my neck. I adored the first Pirates, and it’s definitely on my list of favorite movies. But the sequels bored and kind of irked me.
8. Saving Private Ryan. I’m not saying it’s not a GOOD movie. I just didn’t enjoy it. I think maybe it was because when it came out, I was at the age that a movie that started the way SPR did was not something I could handle. Now I’m totally okay with it, but not enough for me to voluntarily add it to my Netflix Queue or anything. Read More »
If you have seen this woman, then I really don’t need to explain myself. In her mid-forties, she could kick almost any ingenue’s boney little ass with the sheer force of her heavy-lidded sexuality. She could probably snap Keira Knightley in half with a glance.
Usually I like my women with a little more meat on them, but Bell is just so damn cute and sassy that I can make an exception. She’s a master of comic timing, a self proclaimed “nerd”, and was named one of the world’s sexiest vegetarians in 2006. Also, Veronica Mars. Read More »
As if Las Vegas isn’t already crazy enough, engadget.com reports talks of a giant, 50-foot robotic Michael Jackson in the works, that will stand tall and….well, as proud as Michael can be, before all of Sin City, and anyone who happens to be flying in an airplane above.
Complete with lasor beams and audience-controlled human cyborgs, apparently the “Jack-o-bot” will come to fruition if and only if MJ himself decides to put on a running show in Vegas.
I don’t know about you, but when I walk out of a casino at 4 in the morning drunk as a skunk, a frighteningly gigantic Michael Jackson hovering over me is exactly what I need to end the night.
There’s been a lot of buzz lately over the upcoming movie “Grindhouse.” I know it’s like, a guy movie and all, but I gotta say, it looks kind of cool. Quentin Tarantino’s “Pulp Fiction” and “Kill Bill” films were pretty good, and although I haven’t seen Robert Rodriguez’ “Sin City” or “The Adventures of Sharkboy and Lavagirl 3-D” yet, I hear they rocked the $@%. Well, that’s what I heard about “Sin City” anyway.
Plus, Rose McGowan has a gun for a leg in “Grindhouse.” And that would be sweet!
After the anticipation, PageSix just reported that the flick finally has a rating. Instead of NC-17, (there was supposed to be one scene where a guy get his head gets chopped off while his girlfriend gives him a blow job, but that was cut) now it’s just rated R. Lame-O.
Either way, it’s still very college-age appropriate, and it still looks like a good movie. Not a girls’ night out movie in which you all paint your nails and gossip about the cute actors afterwards kind of movie. But a movie in which, if a guy asks you on a date, you could say, “Let’s go check out ‘Grindhouse,’” and you’d not only enjoy it, but he’d think you were cooler than a girl with a gun for a leg.