Gates McFadden and John de Lance in a rare moment of contemplation.
It's Johnathan Frakes' world. We're just living in it. Due to the poor quality of this photo, I was unable to determine if he was sitting in his chair backwards.
Ah, James Marsters. Spike was the single bright spot that made the later seasons of "Buffy" semi-watchable. Of all of those actors, he seems like the one that has the most chance of doing something memorable with his career.
"Dude, we totally met Beastmaster!" "Dude, totally!"
Erik Estrada is a pimp. He's totally boning your mom in his hotel room right now.
Me and my main man William Katt. I asked him about the ambiguous nature of his character's fate in Carrie. He had no more answers that I. He agreed that Brian de Palma was indeed cruel to his characters.
Seconds before I snapped this, Kevin Sorbo tossed his hair. Goddam, he's so fucking laid tonight.
Vince McMahon is the most racist man in entertainment. Who else would create a storyline where a wealthy, cackling white Million Dollar Man Ted DiBiase "owns" Virgil, an obsequious silent black manservant who does his bidding? I met Ted years ago and he chewed a kid out for wearing an Austin 3:16 t-shirt because "It mocked God, and God will not be mocked."
No one knows the pain of Frank Stallone. No one. All of those albums and movies for sale. Headshots. Handshakes. Anecdotes. But they never come. When they do, all they ask about is Sly. Sly, Sly, Sly. Dammit, at least Frank's face didn't get forcep-ed off.
Over the Top?
Cobra?
Stop or My Mom Will Shoot? Please. At least Frank can annunciate.
What? What was that Lou? Just fuckin' witcha big guy.
The bird-like Juliet Landau meets her public. I was never the biggest "Buffy" fan, but I appreciated her embracing the camp spirit of the show with her Dracula accent.
The lovely and talented Gail Kim of WWE and TNA fame. Her finisher in the WWE was a painful-looking submission that made the announcers wince.
David Faustino of "Married With Children" fame presumably calling his agent to get him the hell out of there.
Take a long look at this picture, Cuba Gooding, Jr: This is your future.
I always liked Jon de Lance on "Star Trek: The Next Generation." I thought his decadent cynicism was a much-needed bucked of cold water on Gene Rodenberry's wide-eyed idealism.
Did David Prowse honestly think Lucas would use his voice for Darth Vader? Honestly? To get a better idea of Prowse's physicality, check him out as Patrick Magee's bodyguard in
A Clockwork Orange. He was the Charles Atlas of Britain once upon a time.
Okay, remember that one prick Imperial officer that gave Vader shit about relying on the Force instead of on the Death Star? Well, here you go.
Gates McFadden and John de Lance in a rare moment of contemplation.
It's Johnathan Frakes' world. We're just living in it. Due to the poor quality of this photo, I was unable to determine if he was sitting in his chair backwards.
Ah, James Marsters. Spike was the single bright spot that made the later seasons of "Buffy" semi-watchable. Of all of those actors, he seems like the one that has the most chance of doing something memorable with his career.
"Dude, we totally met Beastmaster!" "Dude, totally!"
Erik Estrada is a pimp. He's totally boning your mom in his hotel room right now.
Me and my main man William Katt. I asked him about the ambiguous nature of his character's fate in Carrie. He had no more answers that I. He agreed that Brian de Palma was indeed cruel to his characters.
Seconds before I snapped this, Kevin Sorbo tossed his hair. Goddam, he's so fucking laid tonight.
Vince McMahon is the most racist man in entertainment. Who else would create a storyline where a wealthy, cackling white Million Dollar Man Ted DiBiase "owns" Virgil, an obsequious silent black manservant who does his bidding? I met Ted years ago and he chewed a kid out for wearing an Austin 3:16 t-shirt because "It mocked God, and God will not be mocked."
No one knows the pain of Frank Stallone. No one. All of those albums and movies for sale. Headshots. Handshakes. Anecdotes. But they never come. When they do, all they ask about is Sly. Sly, Sly, Sly. Dammit, at least Frank's face didn't get forcep-ed off. Over the Top? Cobra? Stop or My Mom Will Shoot? Please. At least Frank can annunciate.
What? What was that Lou? Just fuckin' witcha big guy.
The bird-like Juliet Landau meets her public. I was never the biggest "Buffy" fan, but I appreciated her embracing the camp spirit of the show with her Dracula accent.
The lovely and talented Gail Kim of WWE and TNA fame. Her finisher in the WWE was a painful-looking submission that made the announcers wince.
David Faustino of "Married With Children" fame presumably calling his agent to get him the hell out of there.
Take a long look at this picture, Cuba Gooding, Jr: This is your future.
I always liked Jon de Lance on "Star Trek: The Next Generation." I thought his decadent cynicism was a much-needed bucked of cold water on Gene Rodenberry's wide-eyed idealism.
Did David Prowse honestly think Lucas would use his voice for Darth Vader? Honestly? To get a better idea of Prowse's physicality, check him out as Patrick Magee's bodyguard in A Clockwork Orange. He was the Charles Atlas of Britain once upon a time.
Okay, remember that one prick Imperial officer that gave Vader shit about relying on the Force instead of on the Death Star? Well, here you go.
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