hypothetical series of covers for books that are based off of movies, the majority of which are not Teen Wolf, but officially, wolf fever is seriously polluting the country as we speak. Maybe it's because Target has a Teen Wolf double-feature special on sale right now.
Apparently, my new thing is to just link to other blogs instead of coming up with my own things to write about.
But seriously. Check out the covers for Ghostbusters and War Games. Genius.
Gyna had me read a review posted in the Stranger regarding the worst movie in existence, because, well, she and I were fucking right on with our assessment, and Seattle agrees. Movie is awful, horrid, incredible badness, and the only reason most of us have a desire to see it is for the chance to memorize every sinewy cranny of Bradley Cooper, who I'm pretty sure is the earthly personification of Apollo.
I just hope Hollywood doesn't figure that out, because they're just going to keep on cranking out awful Cooper romantic comedies that I'll waste my time and money watching until he's completely fused into the League of Hot But Expendable Gentlemen, like Hugh Jackman after he did that time-traveling Meg Ryan bullshit and then that crap with Ashley Judd, the Vampire of Fun. And she's not the cuddly emo Twilight kind of vampire, I'm talking like From Dusk Til Dawn Liver-Spotted Sucker-of-Joy.