One day when he was 17, Marlon Brando took a bottle of hair tonic to school. When nobody was looking, he dribbled a thin stream of the stuff down a corridor, into an empty study room, and up the front wall
In a secure vault in the U.S. Army’s super-secret Intelligence and Security Command in northern Virginia, Colonel Mike Tanksley sketches the barest outlines of the new Armageddons
Look closely and you can make out a theme running through Russell Brand’s major movie roles to date: lascivious rock star, drug-addicted rock star, drunk, rich drunk and an Easter Bunny who would rather be a rock star. But if Brand’s acting career lacks range, he hasn’t suffered for it.
There’s a dark little joke exchanged by educators with a dissident streak: Rip Van Winkle awakens in the 21st century after a hundred-year snooze and is, of course, utterly bewildered by what he sees.
Illuminated by pyrotechnic lighting and oversized LCD screens, a parade of aspiring teenage pop stars took to the stage at Kiev’s Palace of Sport on Saturday night hoping to win European hearts and televotes. A 13-year-old from Belarus rapped about a rabbit, backed by Gregorian chants