3 Guys & The Quest for the Holy FAIL: Death Bed: The Bed That Eats
The world is buzzing with news of this year’s Oscar nominations. Best Picture, Best Actor, Screenplay, blah blah blah. Anyone can appreciate an excellent movie, but it takes a brave soul to peer into the darkness in dire search of films so bad they’re good. Beware! Within that cinematic abyss are sights that could make your face melt off, Raiders-style. The 3 Guys are up for just such an adventure, and we semi-proudly present:
3 Guys & The Quest for the Holy FAIL
Christening a poorly made flick “the worst movie of all time” is kind of a big deal. You can’t just go throwing that label around willy-nilly. And dubbing a film “The Holy FAIL” is no different, albeit with slightly more clever title. Today we find The 3 Guys in the presence of some truly demonic furniture and lots of ‘70s camp — Death Bed: The Bed That Eats.










Imagine that you’re in Los Angeles, movie capital of the world, ready to take in a midnight showing of that week’s massive box office attraction. Upon arrival you’re greeted by a throng of other movie goers waiting patiently in line for their own midnight showing. But these cinema fans are not there for the latest Michael Bay explosion-fest. They’re anxiously awaiting what is widely regarded as the worst movie ever put to celluloid. They’re there to see
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Mystery and intrigue were dripping from the alien’s mothership in the third episode of ABC TV’s V reboot. Well, not literally, but follow me: Last week’s episode had an overall them of “you can’t trust anyone.” This week’s installment not only continued that theme, but offered some surprising examples of it in action.
The new ABC Sci-fi drama V returned for it’s second installment and picked up directly
If Alfred Hitchcock and Edgar Allan Poe got together to do their own version of The Matrix, it would look a lot like Richard Kelly’s
The visitors have returned to Earth, and this time they’re bringing more intrigue and drama to prime-time TV.
The opening prologue to Lars von Trier’s
Republican blogger, daughter of John McCain, and overall minx Meghan McCain, almost pulled a Miley Cyrus this week after a racy photo on her
Exactly when did ordinary sex became taboo? What ever happened to the days of mind blowing sex with one partner who wasn’t married to someone else or hanging from a death defying sex swing? Have we evolved so much that sex itself isn’t good enough?
Bradley’s life-long dream did not resemble bartending at Cha Cha Coconuts at the St. Pete Pier. Tonight he’s slinging drinks for college kids and snow birds; tomorrow he’ll be once again reexamining how it all went to hell. But, as he pours the Merlot into the lipstick-stained glass he gets a head start on tomorrow’s pity party. Most of the blame could be attributed to him falling for that vapid girl last year. Yeah, most all of his problems came from getting hung up on women, the wrong women.
Mary’s open suitcase lay flat on her bed, empty as the thoughts in her mind. He’d left three messages on her machine just that day alone. The light on the machine blinked incessantly, matching the pounding inside her chest. It was a situation she could no longer avoid dealing with. The ringing phone could be ignored but soon enough, she knew he’d be at her porch door. Then she’d finally have to let him know which way her decision swayed. 






































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