E-MAIL THE AUTHOR | By Christopher Stipp
March 31, 2006
Well, funk you very much, too…
For those who care, I’ve set up a MySpace account as it seems there’s been a spike of people rushing over there to peep things out for a reason or two; Kevin’s updates on CLERKS II with the “real” pages of Randal and Dante give this movie a whole other meta feel to it and have found myself not being able to stop visiting the site. Stop by and say hello won’t you, neighbor? I’ve got to find a way to trick this thing out and make it all look pimp but I spent a while filling in the holes with a lot of writing about myself and my hawesome taste in all things pop cultura. Now, back to the column at hand.
I do solid work.
I show up every week and bring it to you, unadulterated. For better or worse I’m here and I try to mix it up for your benefit as people who have grasped the ability to read.
I think this is why I had such a crap week with trying to get some things done, professionally, around these parts. My attitude is just bad and it all boils down to what I see is a perceived inequity between who I work for, Poop Shoot, and the resulting latitude I get when it comes to bringing new things to this page.
I guess it started when I thought it would be really nice to try and get Darren Aronofsky to chat it up a few months ago. He was doing “press” for all sorts of movie sites for the hell of it, ostensibly to start the buzz, and it was about this time when the trailer for THE FOUNTAIN broke; I dug the hell out of the snippets that were embedded in that thing and wanted to be a part of “the circle” of other uber nerds who were deserving of his time. Now, the circle I refer to isn’t as nebulous as you think and I found out how real this was when I went through a few hoops to track down the person who could’ve hooked up a one-on-one or, at the very least, a phoner.
Well, for sake of dragging out a long narrative, I introduced myself and stated what I wanted; it was what everyone else seemed to get: some time with the dude who has seemingly spoken to everyone else of much importance. I stated who I wrote for for, Movie Poop Shoot, and the person I talked to broke out in a bit of laughter and, as I’m used to, I waited until it subsided to quickly lay out facts about the site, who ultimately pays the bandwith bill and that I’m more than qualified to handle a phone conversation thanks to the many other people who saw that this website is more than just a clever novelty.
It’s always like this. This process was gone through, just as it was executed for Darren, with Hugh Jackman’s peeps.
Two different gatekeepers, two identical reactions. “We’ll let you know,” is the way things ended.
I hear that and I know it’s over before it begins. After a few days go by without a response I’m like the gimpy nerd who gets the point from the girl who I know won’t call back. It’s no sweat off my sack but it’s still a bitch move in my book. Kevin wanted this site to be able and be something more than just an amusing punchline and we’ve got the talent here to prove that it is an ever ascending beast. This is what brings us to the Phoenix Film Festival, which I was wonderfully press passed to, that was held this past week right down the street, quite literally, from my house.
It was great to be able and catch a dozen or so films that really were the epitome of independent and I was, for lack of a more mature adjective, jazzed about Lawrence Fishburne, Jason Mewes, Danny Trejo and others making their way to my backyard. It’s only the 6th year for this festival in the desert and I must admit that I was impressed with the fare that was offered.
Now, Phoenix wasn’t going to get the kind of movies which get their due at Sundance but with Mewes’ NICE GUYS, Fishburne’s AKEELAH AND THE BEE, LUCKY NUMBER SLEVIN, HARD CANDY (This movie was a mind scrambler), LA MUJER DE MI HERMANO and others getting some play it was going to be a good time. The best thing about this 7-day festival was that if you missed the showing of SLEVIN, let’s say, on Friday you had a good four or five more chances to see it in replays during the week. Now, I haven’t been to many festivals but I have never known festival flicks to get the TiVo treatment. I’m not complaining, just observing. Thanks to the work I put in last year at the Comi-Con I was able to get myself all the credentials I needed in order to cover this thing properly. Now, here’s where the dark underbelly of the story comes in.
For fear of calling some people out on the carpet for what happened on the very first day of the festival, setting the tone for the rest of the week, I will only vaguely remark that I tried, with a few people, to try and get you people out there some great exclusives. I made a lot of calls, and wrote a few emails, to people in the know and who were in the position to make things happen. Now, the fact that all these attempts failed to yield anything doesn’t bother me as much as the relationship that I built up with certain people prior to the festival coming here and thought a lot of things were in the bag.
Turns out nothing was in the bag.
One person I talked to prior to this event happened to walk by me while I was credentialing on opening night. I introduced myself as being, well, me. I was given an, “Oh yeah! I’ll be right back.” But the guy, like a puss, never came back and instead tarried off with his little buddies behind the VIP line. After mingling and saying “hey” to a few people who actually did know who I was I see puss-boy later on and, like the two dollar whore from CAN’T BUY ME LOVE who feigns knowing Ronald when Pat Dempsey is exposed for the geek he really is, turns around when he sees me. “What the hell is this,” I thought. High school? The big girl happens to be someone prominent here in the Valley of the Sun and I can only surmise that being important in a market bubbling over with filmic goings-on is a big thing and couldn’t possibly be bothered to act like a person.
The really, really odd thing is that he wasn’t the only one. A few people happened to feel that being important was, well, important, and ultimately this meant a lot of promises were broken. Things I thought I was going to bring to you out there just could not be done and the nice power that I so enjoy in this space, turns out, does not translate to people who have it in the real world. I wish I could tell you all the names of people who I’ve sent real nice e-mails to in the hopes of scoring something, anything, only to be promised, confirmed and ignorned like my name was Stanley the Movie Noob, but I won’t do it. That would be juvenile. Immature. I work for Movie Poop Shoot and, as such, decorum precludes me from such antics.
I think I just bring this all up because you may think getting people like Robert Patrick to talk with me about WALK THE LINE is easy because I work for a site like this but I’ve hustled and sold myself to far better people than the assholes who feel that their own superiority somehow means that stiffing people like me is fine. I don’t talk to hear myself speak and I don’t write to see my own words reflected back to me so I hope you all understand that my coverage of the 2006 Phoenix Film Festival next week will be limited to two flicks I really really REALLY liked (HARD CANDY and LA MUJER DE MI HERMANO) and, hopefully, a slideshow which I think you peeps will dig.
Oh, and I will have to find a way to post what should have been audio from Jason Mewes’ “Conversation with Jason Mewes” that was supposed to have taken place last Saturday at 11:30. The nearly 2 1/2 dozen of us present were told Jason had a rough Friday night with some of the ladies from Scottsdale and was still in his room recovering from a long evening; in his defense, and as the slide show will prove, the ladies in this town are indeed that potent. Danny Trejo stood in for our favorite sidekick and it was an hour well-spent. Instead of transcribing the entire conversation I’ll simply post the audio feed. I think it’s utterly fascinating to hear the man who has been in over a 100+ movies, worked with Tarintino, Rodriguez and others give his own opinion about the state of movies today. Give it a listen in all it’s chaotic glory when I get around to figuring out the best way to get this out there to you.
And speaking of getting it out to you I wanted to try experimenting with the delivery method which I think will best allow me to share my multi-media from the festival so if this treat of being able to watch Wes Anderson’s short film called BOTTLE ROCKET which led to the full-on, full-length version of, well, BOTTLE ROCKET works out then we are a go for future launch.
LA MUJER DE MI HERMANO (2006)  Director:Ricardo de MontreuilCast: Bárbara Mori, Christian Meier, Manolo Cardona, Gaby Espino, Beto Cuevas Release: April, 2006 (Limited) Synopsis: After almost 10 years of marriage, attractive Zoe discovers that her marriage lacks passion and surprise, and is seduced by the possibility of finding those sensations already forgotten in her husband’s brother. From this premise a series of events lead these three characters to a dangerous game of revenges, secrets and passions. Two brothers and one woman: the triangle is outlined in a disquieting way. It is a bomb that triggers family secrets, the contained rage of desire and the unmanageable power of love. An exciting story that subjugates the viewer from beginning to end. View Trailer: * Large (QuickTime) Prognosis: Very Positive. I think that the natural evolution from being exposed to hardcore Latin cinema, courtesy of AMORES PERROS and Y TU MAMA TAMBIEN, has warmed me a bit to wanting to see a flick that doesn’t include dusty and dirty youths trying to get their groove on or wanting to throw down with the nearest available ruffian. A drama about a woman who steps out on her husband with the husband’s brother? Throw in a little sizzle, a pimp pad where all this goes down, plus set it in a warm climate where you’re gonna get a pool scene where you things aren’t going to go well for our cuckolded husband? Nice. I feel obliged to start out by commenting on the music that begins this trailer. The musical bed directs emotion, no question, and the music coordinator here deserves some love by popping in a track that not only is pleasing but sets the mood like candles on the dining room table. When we meet the couple that will no doubt implode like a supernova by film’s end, I’m unsure if these are actors or Banana Republic models. It’s okay, though, as that’s what actors are for; you rarely see the ugly ones holding anyone’s attention and the fact that the dude looks like Jeremy Sisto’s long lost Latin brother and Eva Mendes’ hotter sister only ballasts my superficial interest in what exactly is happening. And I’m glad I am not blasted by plot points. We take time here and I appreciate just being able to soak in the atmosphere. Also, and this is a mind blower, this trailer allows its players to talk. As is my theory about what film studios want their foreign language films to do in order to get people to see them, not allowing the native language to be uttered is usually the norm. Not here, though, and I genuinely love it. You get a feel for this couple’s relationship with one another and, after seeing her splayed out on the bed in her underwear, I can honestly say my interest level increases with regard to what seems to be the issue. As this husband, this wife, talk you are much better served in defining who is hurting whom by listening to their voices, their intonations. We meet the brother who treats his hair like it’s a refuge for birds but dresses nice and seems to have a vibe about him that lures the young wife away from her distant husband. What I like here is the slow motion close-up of our bride placing her wedding ring and band on the nightstand, ostensibly to start hittin’ it. We don’t see the act happen, we never see the brother and the wife kiss, it’s all implied and the husband’s questioning of whether his wife loves him is emotionally effective. I believe it. The modern style house that all this infidelity happens in is great eye candy. The mood of the house also reflects the relationship between these two people: cold, clean, gorgeous but, ultimately, heartless. Our people talk, the subtitles come up and none of it is a distraction to me; it helps to establish these characters. The highest honors go to this trailer and I promise to do all I can to see how all of this translates, ultimately, to the whole film.
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AWESOME; I FUCKIN’ SHOT THAT! (2006)  Director: Nathaniel Hornblower (AKA Adam Yauch) (dir.)Cast: Beastie Boys (MCA, Mike D, Adrock) Release: March 31, 2006 Synopsis: A formally innovative feature film experience, the Beastie Boys handed out 50 cameras to audience members at their sold-out performance in New York’s famed Madison Square Garden in October 2004. These 50 different passionate perspectives shot from the point-of-view of the audience take the viewer deep inside the world of a live Beastie Boys show. View Trailer: * Large (QuickTime) Prognosis: Positive. Now this is a concert film worth getting excited about. Thanks to Chappelle’s BLOCK PARTY the party line about what can draw in an audience has changed a bit. You can have an entire feature filled with music and not run the risk of completely alienating the audience and my only hope is that hype meets with performance for this one. “In a world”¦” The Beastie’s have always been known for their ability to rock a mic but they’re also adept at being fun without looking silly. They’ve got senses of humor and everything from their video for SABATOGE (always a fun video to watch all the way through) to their first real single unleashed on the world, FIGHT FOR YOUR RIGHT TO PARTY, has always reinforced their ability to lay it down about injustices in the world while also telling you how great it is to be married, “rockin’ the sure shot.” That’s why opening this trailer with the voiceover that starts in with the words “In a world”¦,” one of the most tried and true tropes of trailer creation, rings that superciliousness bell once more. The next shot that shows us the back heads of the Beasties, dashing past the pretzel concession stand while in slow motion, the building of anticipation for what’s about to come is executed really well. Most everyone knows that this is all being done tongue-in-cheek but it’s great fun. “When pure evil reigns over the realm of humans”¦ “ The shot of the guy who is no doubt sporting Kentucky Mud Flap under his mesh hat and handlebar moustache, his hands flailing around in slow motion comedy, does nothing less than induce laughter in me; he’s a fan, to be sure, but I guess he gets credit for rocking out. “Only the strongest can rise to the challenge”¦” The shot of the swirling mosh pit of enthusiastic fans and churning energy that’s being released with every shove and push captures the rawness of how this show is going to go. I never thought that a Beastie’s show was so physical but the buildup of the three guys about to get on stage helps to foreshadow the fact that they are about to break it down in a big way. What’s also important to note is that the switching perspectives that’s shown here helps to establish the fact that there are multiple people responsible for shooting this movie but it’s never said. The montage at the very end of what dozens of cameras recorded, I am positive, only whets the appetite for any casual fan in showing that this movie’s experiment to show what happens when you entrust the shooting to your average person is going to have a huge payoff. I can’t say for sure of whether this will be an ok film or that they should’ve entrusted someone like Spike Jonze with directorial duties but the world needs more concert films and I am glad that this is the band that’s comin’ correct to the big screen. |
ALPHA DOG (2006)  Director: Nick CassavetesCast: Emile Hirsch, Justin Timberlake, Anton Yelchin, Shawn Hatosy, Ben Foster, Sharon Stone, Dominique Swain, Lukas Haas, Bruce Willis Release: May 12, 2006 Synopsis: ALPHA DOG is inspired by the true story of Jesse James Hollywood, a mid-level drug dealer from the San Gabriel Valley whose thirst for power led him to become the youngest man ever to appear on the FBI’s Most Wanted list. Emile Hirsch stars as teenage suburban drug dealer Johnny Truelove, an ambitious young man whose lifestyle is a mecca for guns, sex and drugs. When a “client” cheats Johnny and a deal goes bad, he devises a plan to get his money back by kidnapping the client’s younger brother. But things take an unexpected twist as Johnny and his crew get caught up in the dangerous and violent world they once idealized.View Trailer: * Large (QuickTime) Prognosis: Negative. I really don’t want to believe that Justin Timberlake is a good actor. I try to spend all my waking hours avoiding reading about this pop pud and his string bean girlfriend but along comes this movie that everyone’s talking about and I find myself having to give that gimp a fair shake instead of recusing myself from the flick altogether. My natural instinct to dismiss the movie because of him but that’s just not fair and I’m glad I didn’t. The initial moments of this movie play out like a David Hockney painting; the American idealized, suburban lifestyle is one that has been derided as being soulless and that’s what comes across as you feel the numbing effects of suburbia. You’re given images of turnpikes, po-pop’s responding to a disturbance at the local Krispy Kreme, kids playing little league. This is when a woman, someone off camera, says that the kids who are ostensibly going to meet, are good kids. The latter statement usually is in response to something completely awful that a pack of juveniles who have been given everything have done and are in need of defending. The woman goes on to explain that the kids were living the rap version of “the life.” Again, these are kids who spend their afternoon playing X-Box, possibly schmoking a lil’ weed in between while the parents are off making the money to afford the lifestyle they’re all accustomed to. “Inspired by true events.” Now this is my favorite tagline and I give props to the filmmakers for busting out this little wee factoid so early in the trailer; it always makes me pay attention a little more closely. Now, I’m a little thrown by what comes next. Our pro/ant/agonist is Emile Hirsch who, we’re told, is the ringleader for this little tribe of teens who are getting involved in something illicit. Now, the assorted images of Emile and his “crew” don’t tell me anything. Yeah, we’ve got Justin Timberlake doing pull-ups, his skinny frame belays any attempt to make him seem tough, and we even have Angel himself, Ben Foster, talking in a riddle-ish type speak to someone who’s looking to hang with him for the evening. It’s all very scattered. Emile tells some guy who owes him some money that he go and make himself useful by working off the debt but I am getting a little aggravated that we’re not really being told what in the hell is going on. Is it drugs? Is it a gambling ring? Is it a high school prostitution ring and, if so, why couldn’t this have been going on in 1993? (West side Barrington representin’, yo.) We’ve got a lot of innuendo but nothing to show for it. When I see that we’re halfway through the trailer I begin to think that, for sure, we’re gonna get some context. It’s all about context and even though I had a little faith that we would get somewhere I get Ben Foster, donning that creepy ass tenor he used when he was on Six Feet Under, as he squaring off Emile. Ben, too, owes Emile money and decides to kidnap Ben’s brother until it gets resolved. The hostage is oddly calm and optimistic throughout this whole ordeal, which is a little weird, and, of course, Ben’s parents flip out when they figure out Ben is using that creepy voice from Six Feet Under again; nothing good ever happens when he does it. And, then, out of nowhere, we get a card that says 3 days, 38 witnesses. Now, three days I get. I understand that. 38 witnesses? That’s a few dozen people and I haven’t seen a few dozen people in this trailer but then I get our hostage getting his flirt on inside a pool with some lady. At first I’m thinking I’m watching the video to the Smashing Pumpkins’ “1979” but I remember that this all about Emile. I’m flat out confused. Is this drug related or what? Why was this boy kidnapped? I don’t have the answers to any of these things and you can lay the blame squarely on the shoulders of improper contextualization. If I don’t know why Emile stole a boy for ransom why should I care about any of these events? I don’t feel trusted as a viewer, like it’s a reveal that needs hiding, and I don’t like it. I appreciate that the trailer ends with a wicked cool card that tells us that Emile’s character fled the country in 1999 and then was arrested in Paraguay in 2005. Now that’s the kind of “ooh” “ahh” I like in my trailers. I find it amusing that the final, final card tells us that the names, events and details of this “true” event have been changed for whatever reason but a quick search on New Line’s own website yields us all the information we need right here. It befuddles even me, people. |
BASIC INSTINCT 2 (2006)  Director: Michael Caton-JonesCast: Sharon Stone, David Morrissey Release: March 31, 2006 Synopsis: Novelist Catherine Tramell (Stone) is once again in trouble with the law, and Scotland Yard appoints psychiatrist Dr. Andrew Glass (Morrissey) to evaluate her. Though, like Detective Nick Curran before him, Glass is entranced by Tramell and lured into a seductive game. View Trailer: * Large (QuickTime) Prognosis: Funniest thing I’ve seen all year. Two thumbs up. “But you know I saw this movie this year called last year called ‘Basic Instinct.’ Okay now…Bill’s quick capsule review: Piece-of-shit. Okay now. Yeah, yeah, end of story by the way. Don’t get caught up in that fevered hype phoney fucking debate about that Piece-of-shit movie. “˜Is it too sexist, and what about the movies, are they becoming too dddddddd.’ You’re, you’re just confused, you don’t get, you’ve forgotten how to judge correctly. Take a deep breath huuh, look at it again. “Oh, it’s a Piece-of-shit!” Exactly! That’s all it is. Satan squatted, let out a loaf, they put a fucking title on it, put it on a marquee, Satan’s shit, piece of shit, walk away. “˜But is it too, what about the lesbian connot.. ddddd.’ You’re, you’re getting really baffled here. Piece-of-shit! Now walk away. That’s all it is, it’s nothing more! Free yourself folks, if you see it, Piece-of-shit, say it and walk away.” “People just are sitting there going, like, ‘I don’t care what she’s saying, I don’t care what she’s saying, I just want to know, does she get naked in the movie? Is she naked? Nude nude nude naked Do I see her boobies? I don’t care what she’s saying, I don’t care, I don’t care, is she naked?’ So let’s just get through to that…YES!” […] And I called my publicist, who’s this great, Jewish woman…” My vote is getting cast early, children, for my favorite comedy of 2006: BASIC INSTINCT 2. I would put the Billy Ocean World Tour ’06 on my list of needless things right above this movie’s existence and I am doing everything in my power to not shred this thing before we’ve all had a chance to indulge in this trailer’s goodness. Because we are an equal opportunity column here I will reserve judgment until we make our way through this one which begins, oddly enough, solidly. You’ve got a nice wide shot of London proper, with po-pos, or Bobby’s as you crumpet eating limeys would say, all descending on a crime scene. Our detective in charge of this investigation, a rough looking man with his tie sexily loosened up just a wee bit, is ranting that some chick’s fingerprints are all over the crime scene and that a psychologist is needed in order to declare our “suspect” insane. Now, while I am all about having a woman kept behind bars, the world needs more movies about caged heat, I found my nads recoiling as we see Sharon Stone, looking quite mannish, trying to affect the sexiness of a woman who knows she is on the other side of a wall that is littered with the faces of ladies who should just let nature take its course. “So, is this where we’re gonna do it?” Oh, sweet Lord, did she really drop that double entendre? I think I just threw up in my mouth a little bit. So, she starts in with this psychologist by telling him that she’s a writer that toils in sexual perversions and power relationships that are about as healthy as anything you see on Desperate Housewives on a good day. She’s trying, really hard, to make us feel that her deviancy and lustiness are combos that will get dudes all schweaty in their drawers. Unfortunately, she just comes across as holding on too long like the old Asian madam in BIG TROUBLE IN LITTLE CHINA who is harboring the hotter meat in the annals of her cherry ranch; it’s sad, really. I half expect Kurt Russell to charge onto the screen but, alas, it doesn’t happen. Not more than a few seconds later, the most unintentional, comedic moment happens. When her interview with the police’s psychologist rages on, Ms. Stone straddles a chair from the front. Instead of her beav being flashed to us the chair’s thick back support fully covers Stone’s privates like a big censor’s obstruction. I’d like to thank the Academy for that. It made me laugh. I am at a loss to try and make sense of our psychologist’s attraction, and eventual giving in to, Sharon’s wiles. I guess the movie wouldn’t be as interesting if he called her out on her obvious insanity and delusions of grandeur but that moment when the two of them kiss I don’t immediately think this is a romance between two hot people; it’s an obvious cougar attack and our young boy has been vanquished by this woman who would probably fit in better at the Howard Johnson hotel bar on Karaoke Jam night than she would at a hipster night club. “I feel like a cigarette” Yes, Sharon has the last word in this trailer and I couldn’t agree more. For what better of an image of a smoldering, old butt that’s about to be flicked to the ground and twisted into the concrete to describe how this film’s going to be received? I think if you’re going to see it, be open to it, don’t let what I’ve seen here be any indication of its goodness or badness. I just believe you’ve got to be in the mood to laugh. |
Speaking of which, I wanted to just let you all get right into the trailers this week so I want to keep this brief: you must read, after you read me of course, and after you tell me what I did wrong or how bad it must suck to be me, this pithy little piece by a dude who is in perhaps one of the most savory comedic troupes to ever habitate and, ostensibly, depending on how well a show goes, fornicate, in Chicago. After seeing the guy was a fan of Kevin’s work I sent a shout-out to the man and, like a pair of 12 year-old girls trading notes, sent me this. In the vein of David Sedaris’ blisteringly (I never knew why this was associated with greatness; I usually attribute it to white pus-filled bubbles of skin on one’s person) funny take on what would happen if a serious critic took that critical gaze and deconstructed a Christmas pagent. And, verily, hilarity ensues as it does with Adam Witt’s work as he fictionalizes the life of a hard-core cinephile/critic who obviously can’t be bothered with mainstream motion pictures; the guy comes from a respectible pedigree, one part of the whole 
Director:Marshall Curry
Director: Richard Linklater
Director: Asia Argento
Director: Brett Ratner
Yeah, I spent the morning reading the reviews. I was wondering if you knew why those limeys get it first and we have to wait?
I can relate a little bit to you as the first time I visited Hollywood I was fresh off living in Illinois for nearly all my life and when I stepped into it I just couldn’t help but feel that it was a little weird. It didn’t feel real, it’s like reality but with a heavy coat of varnish on top of it.
I feel like Josh is on this bubble. He’s got these boyish features but he’s making a great run at trying to carry a complete movie on his shoulders. Did he ever mention anything about what direction he wants to see himself going in?
Really?
And I said, “I did a killer episode of “˜That’s Life.’ I can’t believe you didn’t see it”¦” It’s a relationship you’re just lucky to have. 
Director: Sidney Lumet
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What I dig, besides the obvious, is that something like this can stoke the flames of anticipation for your average movie-phile. You look at this picture and any fan of Rami’s first 2 installments starts to speculate about things. You begin to wonder if our man from SIDEWAYS will be a good enough Sandman or whether Topher Grace will be a good enough foil against Parker’s every-day personality.
Director: Michel Gondry
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Scrubs Blog: Week 16
BLOG-COMMENTARY #3: Episode 5×11 – “My Buddy’s Booty” –
Producer/Director Randall Winston and Writer Mark Stegmann enter the audio booth for another fun and frolicsome commentary. This time it’s episode 5×11, “My Buddy’s Booty” – just for you. And you know who “you” is. All you have to do is download the mp3 file below, cue up the episode on your TIVO, VHS, DVD, or computer, then hit play on the commentary. Hope you dig it – And let us know if you want more. Seriously. Write us a letter and tell us what you want.
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“THE TODD” BLOG #9: Todd’s Tips –
Yes, even “The Todd” ““ the omnisexual surgeon played by Robert Maschio ““ has been keeping a blog, and here’s his latest.
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