When Harry Met Sally
New York, New Year’s Eve. Harry’s home alone and single when he realizes that the only thing he needs to be happy is pizza. The supermarkets are about to close and his dramatic, desperate run to buy frozen pizza makes for a heartbreaking declaration.
The Hunger Games
A bunch of strangers are sent to a jungly place and the lack of pizza joints makes them rightfully homicidal.
City of Angels
I started this post more than one year ago. I started it and then realized how painful and traumatic would have been to relive the time of my kidnapping; those three endless hours in which I got psychologically tortured by a bunch of Indian folks.
I wished I could erase this from my mind and pretend it didn’t happen.
I wished I could forget everything and not having to talk about it again.
I wished a lot of things, but then some days ago I found this in my mailbox.
The movie theatre Babylon, in Berlin, is giving away free tickets for a couple of Indian movies and I can’t – I SWEAR TO GOD I CAN’T – let Bollywood make another victim. Read More
This is not Buzzfeed
. If you wanna take this personality quiz you’re going to need a piece of paper and a pencil to note down your answers, like real men (and women!) do. If you’re a lazy bum, just go on Buzzfeed and find out if you’re a bad person
(which you are, if you’re leaving this page).
I recently found out that my boyfriend has never seen Dirty Dancing and a part of me died forever.
The only thing I can do is honoring this undiscussable masterpiece and its protagonist with a quiz.
Can you lick your elbow?
A) I cannot. I’m a failure.
B) Nothing’s impossible. Believe in your dreams.
C) Sure! Haven’t you seen my latest Facebook Album?
D) No, but I can lick yours if you let me
You run into that boy you have a crush on. You:
Yesterday night I went to watch Les Miserables. I didn’t know much about the movie (or the musical. or the book) but my obsession for Anne Hathaway totally forced me to go.She was amazing, obviously, but the film wasn’t. Too long, too much singing, too much Russel Crowe.
I wanted to write a review, but memories of distant times spent reviewing Ugly Betty episodes told me that I’m not good at that.
Therefore I decided to sing my review of Les Miserables, instead of writing it. Which not only will make it more fun, but will also crown me as the new Susan Boyle.
I called it I peed some pee: click on the link below to listen; I’m gonna write the lyrics right below.