Between 2004 and 2008, while I was assiduously running a reading program and computer lab at an inner-city LAUSD school, I was also spending a lot of time checking into a blog called Defamer (only on my breaks, taxpayers…never fear). Sadly, Defamer is virtually gone now, swallowed whole by its big brother, Gawker, but for those four years, it was one of the best reads on the ‘net. It was a Hollywoood gossip blog. There’s plenty of those out there, and they are usually filled with snarky jabs and easy pot shots (I’m looking at you, Perez Hilton, and your blog-writing underlings). Defamer had something special going for it…the quality of the writing, which was unlike anything else out there in the vast blogosphere of gossip.
The reason was Mark Lisanti, founding editor of Defamer, and our guest on “The Islander.”
6 ‘n 90! Da Man reviews six movies in ninety seconds.
Defendor. He can’t spell, he can’t fight, and he pays a prostitute 40 dollars a day to be his friend. A new hero for a new time? Or just a direct to DVD mess?
Iron Man 2. This sequel has more of everything: story lines, villains, and not just one Iron Man but two! So how come it feels like something is missing?
ASTRO BOY. Hey, I can understand wanting to replace your dead son with a robot. You’re a futuristic Geppetto, you got the smarts and the tech to do it, knock yourself out. But I gotta say, if I’m the one responsible for deep-sixing my kid (even if it was an accident), I might not equip his robot replacement with hands that turn into blasters and machine guns that pop out of his butt. I mean, let’s face it, dad’s pretty much the one proven threat the kid might have. So if it’s me designing the robot, I’d lose the anal hardware and stick with the jets in the feet.