Take the Lead is a new movie in which an idealistic Antonio Banderas must use unconventional teaching methods, his mad hot ballroom moves and steamy Latin looks to get through to a class of violent, unruly inner city youth. We’re so excited about this cinematic originality that we’ve decided to compile a restrospective list of the things we’ve learned from the countless number of OTHER movies with pretty much the same plot (except this time it’s ballroom dancing – see, different!). From Sidney Poitier to Mark Harmon to Tom Berenger, we don’t skip a single class (or accept any substitutes):
Blackboard Jungle (1955, starring Glenn Ford and Sidney Poitier)
The Problem: Ford, an order-loving idealist, is forced to use unconventional teaching methods and decency to get through to a class of violent, unruly Fonzie-esque thugs, pot-smoking Beatniks and other gangs of assorted troublemakers, whom he naturally assumes are led by Sidney Poitier aka "the black kid". All this mayhem is set to the "dangerous" music of Bill Haley’s "Rock Around the Clock".
The Solution: Ford forces students learn about decency, Poitier forces Ford to learn about racial tolerance, and the soundtrack forces America to learn about rock n’ roll (which ironically results in even more youthful indecency).
Call me a whorporate shill, but I’m really excited about VH1’s new show, Can’t Get a Date. First of all, it comes on Fridays at midnight (which is actually Saturday, of course), which is genius because if you’re home then, you probably really can’t get a date (or you’re married, in which case you’re asleep).
The show focuses on "romantically challenged" people with problems like foot fungus, fear of bicycles, and fear of making the first move. (I’m guessing people who suffer from the first two also suffer from the third.)
The disembodied voice that serves as the host acts as a sort of Cyrano de Bergerac, offering sage advice to the loveless. And "ordinary people" will put in their two cents as well. Will these people get a date? I don’t know, but I’m going to tune in, if only for the hula hooping with fire, hypnosis, and full body waxing. It starts next week, and I’m counting the minutes.
For those of you conspiracy theorists convinced that American Idol producers are tampering with your votes, here’s your proof: on last night’s episode the show subliminally displayed the wrong number while a contestant was singing.
While Mandisa was belting her heart out, her voting number faded and Taylor Hicks’ voting number appeared. It happened in less than a second, but thanks to the Pop Culture Petri Dish, the moment has been captured forever. Next week watch for Taylor’s gray mop-top subliminally Photoshopped onto Mandisa’s head. (link via reality blurred)
These days, the men of reality TV can be as obnoxious as they want (grrrr), just so long as they have babies (aaawww). In fact, having children is now the great normalizer for tasteless, cruel or self-indulgent subjects of our favorite reality shows. Want proof? Find out after the jump…
If you’re anywhere near an Internet Connection (and the fact that you’re reading this tells me you are), you have undoubtedly noticed the World Wide Web-wide anticipation for a new movie called Snakes on a Plane. If you find yourself confused over what all this hubub is about, and why people would get so excited about a movie that doesn’t even come out until August, and why there are snakes on a plane, check out this handy list of Snakes on a Plane FAQs from our friends at CRACKED.
But I still think the only thing you REALLY need to know is that there are snakes. On a plane.
You’ve probably heard by now that the National Enquirer has some pictures of what is reported to be Whitney Houston‘s bathroom. The condition of the sink is pretty sad, with drug paraphernalia, beer cans, and general filth. This may or may not be her sink, but now that the story is out, most people will believe the Enquirer. I’ve been a fan of Whitney’s for a long time, so I feel like I have to stick up for her. That’s why I’m posting these BWE Exclusive pictures of what may or may not be the offices of the National Enquirer. Let’s see how they like it! (Pictures after the jump.)
Here are a few pictures of Las Vegas‘ Josh Duhamel hiding from
the paparazzi his girlfriend, Fergie.
I mean come on, this is pretty blatant. There’s not one clean shot of his face!
Listen Josh, we’ve all hooked up with people we probably shouldn’t have, but you can’t hide from your friends forever. Eventually, somebody’s going to see you out with her and you’re going to have to ‘fess up. So stop hiding. Please.
You can see more pictures of Fergie from her birthday party, and more pictures of Josh Duhamel hiding from his friends and loved ones, by clicking below.
Adriana Lima was all over the place last week when she revealed to GQ magazine that she was still a virgin. Because, you know, I guess only ugly people are supposed to be virgins.
Well, in case you were wondering how a beautiful 24-year-old virgin (who also happens to be a Victoria’s Secret model) spends her day, you need wonder no more. Here’s a little video taken at her GQ photo shoot.
So how does she spend her day? Half naked and writhing in the desert surrounded by a bunch of muscular dudes who take turns fondling and dry humping her, naturally. How else would she spend it?
Watch the video here.