Holy close-up shots, Batman!

I enjoyed Les Mis, but holy snap...every song is shot mostly with SUPER DUPER CLOSE UPS SO IT'S LIKE THEY'RE SINGING RIGHT IN YOUR FACE CAN YOU FEEL THE FEELINGS?

I love you, Wolverine. Let's sing the Javert confrontation duet together.

Tarantino's new role as "historian".

Two re-imagined history flicks in a row...I imagine that Tarantino likes to listen to Stuff You Missed In History Class while drinking.

Don't get me wrong, I love Tarantino movies...but I do wonder if he ever has a moment's pause when he drafts these things. 

Probably not.

Last minute Christmas gifts that you can make in a pinch!

A little comic about Hanukkah, why not?

I know Hanukkah is not the highest of Jewish holidays, but I do appreciate the ass-kickin' high priest (Mattathias) aspect of it. Intense!

Chag Sameach!

Go home, Anthro, you're drunk.

Seriously, I hate skinny jeans. If they're not riding up your crack, the crotch is wiggling it's way towards your knees.

There's this nutty demographic between shopping at Target and shopping at Neiman Marcus...let's call it Faux Designer...where you get these half-assed designer-like duds that still cost enough to be a significant purchase but are low enough to be marketed towards lower-earners or young women saddled with a dash of long-term debt (e.g. school loans). Other designers (Kate Spade was the most recent one I heard about) are following this trend.

It's feeling more and more like a gateway drug. We're being groomed for a lifetime of perishible big-ticket purchases.

Don't get me wrong, I'm a sucker for fashion. (Clearly.) But I also hate being played for a fool, and no one does that better than the fashion industry.