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 Box. The Donnie Darko director returns with a morality tale that twists and turns around a complex story like barbed wire around a rose. No matter what notion you have of the film going in, you’ll have a drastically different one coming out; that I can guarantee you.
The visitors have returned to Earth, and this time they’re bringing more intrigue and drama to prime-time TV. V is a science fiction reboot that debuted this week on ABC after a load of publicity and excitement. The original was a major event over on NBC during the ‘80s, and the mouse house’s flagship network is hoping for similar results with this update. The premiere episode landed Tuesday night, but did it live up to the hype?
The opening prologue to Lars von Trier’s Antichrist is so visually and rhythmically arresting that it lures the viewer into a state of calm that will slowly be smeared over broken glass as the film progresses. The director seems to take great pleasure leading the viewer through a wilderness of both pleasure and horrific despair. He knows he’s about to leave you unsettled — and he likes it.
Republican blogger, daughter of John McCain, and overall minx Meghan McCain, almost pulled a Miley Cyrus this week after a racy photo on her Twitter account sparked outrage from conservatives. With all the problems Americans face these days, why are we worried about a little cleavage?
Full “racy” shot after the break
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Buzz, Woody and the gang are back. Yes, the toys are back in town. The Disney/Pixar juggernaut hits theaters June 18, 2010 and the first theatrical trailer hit the Web today. Click the teaser poster below to check it out.
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.
When was the last time you visited the Land of Oz? Awhile? And when did you last see it in stunning High Definition, in theaters no less. That’s right, never. On September 23 at 7 p.m. you’ll have your first opportunity to do just that.
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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. Read the rest of this entry »
Sex and rock ‘n’ roll go hand in hand, and when it comes to rockin’ and lovin’, no one does it better than The Boss. Any number of Bruce Springsteen albums will send you zooming off in your car to the nearest body of water, to put your hands all over your lover’s engine. Below are the Rabid One’s Top 5 Sex in Springsteen Songs. Read the rest of this entry »
How do you pack the worlds greatest rock and roll show into 12 tight little minutes? Perhaps you need to ask The Boss. When Super Bowl 43 took over Tampa this past winter, Bruce Springsteen and the E Street band wowed the millions of Americans watching as only they can. Working on a Dream: Bruce Springsteen’s Super Bowl Journal, which airs tonight (Monday, September 7), is a fantastic look into how the rock show spectacle was put together. The Rabid One was a part of Bruce’s stage crew for the show. Let’s see if the documentary tells the whole story.
Crank 2: High Voltage can classified as an opportunity to watch an amalgam of a violent video game, an overactive music video and a 4th of July fireworks spectacular thrown into your face. Will its DVD release electrify you?
Living with a small cock must be something like being a zombie. You are stricken with a horrifying disease that controls your every move, causing you to perform inane acts all around town and in the barns of Pasco County. Contrary to popular opinion, you don’t have to have a small dick to suffer from this condition. All you really need is insecurity. This can be caused by any number of things: lack of intelligence, lack of hair, lack of funds, and yes, a lack of penis.
Attending Mini MegaCon this past weekend was like walking into a different world than the mundane one I tend to inhabit. Stormtroopers, mystic elves, movie stars and a few renaissance festival holdovers invaded Orlando and The Rabid One and Hopp were at the center of it all.
It’s no secret that I love big beautiful women. Recently two new television shows focusing on curvaceous women popped out, catching my attention like over sized breasts springing out of an undersized corset. Is Hollywood finally getting away from its infamous worship of the anorexic female form, or are these new shows just a thinly veiled attempt at exploitation?
James Cameron’s Avatar doesn’t hit theaters until December, but that hasn’t stopped hyped-up fan boys and girls from getting excited now. With a wall of secrecy around the project, the desire to see something (anything!) from the flick is at such a fever pitch that a free ticket giveaway today for a special preview of the film throttled the Avatar website.
They say you can see straight through to a movie’s soul when viewing its trailer. OK, nobody says that, but you know they’re thinking it. Movie trailers can be useful promotional tools when done right. Heck, some are even works of art all by themselves. Some too can be life-altering; we almost lost an entire generation of teenage girls to heart attacks when the New Moon trailer hit. So for your pleasure The Rabid One nails you with the best movie trailers of all time.
It’s getting better and better to be a nerd. Geeky girls have taken over Playboy and Twitter. Our favorite franchises from when we were wee little nerds are coming to the silver screen, like this week’s G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra. I won’t comment on the quality of the film (in fact the Rabid One and Hopp plan on liquoring up first just to make it through), but I’m totally qualified to review the lovely women who suited up to bring this G rated cartoon to a solid PG-13.
“Would you like to hold my light saber?” If you’re a nerd it’s your quintessential pick-up line when you go wherever you might go to meet ladies. It’s cute, geek-topical and extremely inoffensive. But what’s a guy to do if the woman’s he’s trying to Jedi mind-trick into bed has never seen the epic Star Wars trilogy? May virginity be with you.
There are 14 entries for the word “classic” in my thesaurus, a fact I noted when beginning my first blog for Creative Loafing’s film section. The reason I reference that particular adjective is because my first entry here deals with the historic Tampa Theatre and this past Sunday’s showing of Creature from the Black Lagoon in 3D.
You can’t beat an ass kicking rock concert with a female bombshell. Monday night Green Day, the Rabid One and a Punk Rock Princess I met on Craigslist almost melted down the former Ice Palace. (CL PHOTO review here) The Grammy winning band, last in Tampa four years ago on the ‘American Idiot’ tour, showed us why we missed them so much. And the stranger I took showed me just how much I miss wild nights without expectations.
Earlier this week hopeful young ladies attended the Tampa Breeze tryouts to become part of the bay area’s hottest sports team. The St Pete Times Forum was loaded with prospective players suited up in T-shirts, short shorts, and shoulder pads. The Lingerie Football League may sound cute, but it’s no joke. These girls are ready to play hardcore smash-mouth football, all while looking hotter than any cheerleaders safely yelling from the sidelines.
Are you a dude? Are you a married dude? Then pay attention. For far too long you’ve let your wife, your life partner, your everything, sit alone on the sidelines. Well it’s time to wake your ass up and get your head back in the game–the game of being in a good relationship. You can start by telling your wife to stop sending me naked pictures of herself.
Each July in San Diego, Christmas comes early for nerds and movie lovers alike in the form of Comic-Con, the nation’s largest comic/movie/game/geek convention. While CL’s Kevin Hopp covered the movie news that his this weekend, I’ll be covering what many of the comic fans like me truly went to see: the costumed women of Comic-Con.
The most popular film series since Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince is subject to controversy even where none exists. Some religious groups see the film as corrupting the morals of children by depicting magic, which is the enterprise of devil. Others believe the series contains a hidden gay agenda. Are homophobes just desperate for a new children’s movie to attack, or does the world’s most popular wizard enjoy both being naked with horses and wand waggling boys?
With Lindsay Lohan quickly becoming a parody of herself, it seems only natural that she would end up the subject of a parody porn. Enter Hustler’s Untrue Hollywood Stories: Lindsay Lohan. Read the rest of this entry »
Last week I encountered my first call girl, “Broadway Mary,” when I stopped to ask for directions. Mary claimed she was in Ybor City on “business” that had fallen through; she asked for a ride home. She was reasonably attractive, and I was completely lost, so I complied.
G4 correspondent Kelly Egarian recently hit up Erotica LA’s recent exhibition at the Los Angeles Convention Center for their yearly porn fest. Do porn stars prefer sex in the real world or during “business hours”? Lets find out: Read the rest of this entry »
She’s not, seriously. However, the pop princess DID sit down with Cosmopolitan, the magazine that knows more orgasm secrets than professional sex workers, for a fun little interview and photo shoot. And, as you may have already guessed, The Rabid One would love to wear Ms. Perry’s cherry chapstick.
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When I ventured to Ybor City last week for The Hold Steady show at the Ritz, I had no idea I’d come face to face with my very first professional sex worker. Or in street terms, you might refer to her as a call girl. An unplanned event like this could only take place on a damp, sticky night in Ybor.
Eccentric performer Lady Gaga bares all in the new issue of V magazine, posing for the images at a seaside shoot in Malibu on May 7th with Sebastian Faena.
“Sebastian is incredible. He’s so amazingly talented,” Lady Gaga said. “Very kind. He likes it when my nipples fall out. It’s all of the things I look for in a good photographer.”
Watch footage from the shoot and check out the topless shoot at newsoftheworld.co.uk.
Nerds rejoice! Finally geekdom is not only cool, it’s kind of hot. I present to you, courtesy of our good friends at Playboy, G4TV’s resident temptress Olivia Munn from Attack of the Show. The geeky goddess is the magazine’s latest cover girl and here is proof that playing video games all day can be sexy (ok, that’s a stretch). Also included are some of the Rabid One’s favorite selections from Playboy’s “Sweetest Tweets,” the geekiest hot girls to follow on Twitter. If these gals don’t make you want to press UP, UP, DOWN, DOWN, LEFT, RIGHT, B, A, START than there is something wrong with your joystick.
‘The Wedding Date’ began here.
“I didn’t think you’d come,” she said to him nervously as he approached on the moon-lit boardwalk.
You know my mind got to thinking the other day when the heavens opened and Emmalee posted those lovely topless pictures of Megan Fox on the set of her new flick. We certainly are a society transfixed on celebrities, aren’t we? I can hear my boy, Hopp, now: “I’d let her do me.” Hell wouldn’t we all?
After a few steamy minutes of uh, deep thinking something else came running into my frontal lobe: The Celebrity 5. You know, that little list you have in your head (or printed and laminated) of the 5 celebrities you’d be free to have sex with should a miracle transpire that put you into a situation to do so? It’s kind of silly, but we love movie stars and live for putting things into list form.
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As you may have noticed summer is officially rolling into town this week, though it’s been hotter than lava in a toaster here in Tampa for a few weeks now. And since The Rabid One is doing quite well for himself: I splurged and purchased a hammock for my “pleasure zone” in the backyard. It’s amazing, comfy, relaxing- the perfect summer accessory. And I love it. Like, LOVE it. But, my friends, I do not intend to marry it.
Not the way this woman has married the Eiffel Tower. Seriously.
As you may recall from my story a few weeks ago, I have delved deeply in the world of vampires and the love and sex lives of the walking undead. In doing so, I discoverd some hot business going down on in HBO’s series True Blood. You know for a show about icy bloodsuckers, there is a whole lot of heat between the sheets. So, since I’m now hooked on the show and my readers love some HVA (hot vampire action) I will be reviewing all the molten hot scenes this season of True Blood. Obviously plot spoilers may be littered about, so view at your own risk. And commentary and images are very NSFW.
You know that feeling you get when you stop at the ATM and your balance is dramatically lower than you expected? And then you feel like a cretin for three or four days? That has terrible written all over it. Why do we put such value in our status in life? And with that in mind, do you judge yourself or estimate your self value by the relationship you are in or how many people you sleep with? That’s a one way ticket to an over populated region called “Disappointment Town”.
“I am here to wash those dirty words straight out of your mouth sir,” she lashed out. After their war in the media Governor Sarah Palin had come to surprise David Letterman and get her sweet revenge. She showed up, unannounced, in a move to shock her prey. Her victim had no alternative but to stand there, mouth agape in shock. The angry Queen of Alaska, hair pulled tightly back, eyes blazing behind her studious eye glasses, would not relent.
“You know damn well the trouble you’ve caused and a woman of my position will not stand for it!”
“I once dated a guy who brushed his teeth in between giving me oral and us having sex,“ she told me. As a sex and love writer extraordinaire it has become natural for my female gal pals to come to me with their sexual frustrations. I appreciate that, though it does annoy me how little effort my gender puts into pleasing their ladies. Don’t get me wrong, it makes me look like a better lover but hey, I’m am still here to help. Gentlemen, behold the Rabid One’s guide to pleasing your lady.
Whether it’s making love or “lets hope we forget this in the morning sex” men are going to crave getting off. Shock of shocks, I know. Well his dance partner does as well. Boys you need to learn about patience and knowledge.
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Missed the first two installments? Check out: The Wedding Date and The Wedding Date part 2.
By now the sun was blazing into the room from behind the thick curtains. The shadows from her succulent body fell across his chest as she climbed on top of him. After all the long nights talking and sharing innocent tenderness, the confidence she was exuding was amazing to him. He had no idea how nervous she really was. It was now she who had trouble looking at his face. She had never been able to look into the eyes of a lover until that very moment. Something about finally being with him changed every equation.
His nerves danced like flames. “Where was she?” he thought. It had been quite a few minutes since she excused herself to the bathroom to put some clothes on before they….well before they whatever. He had no idea what to expect and questioned himself whether he was dong the right thing at all. “What the hell are you afraid of?” he kept repeating in his head, not that his brain was listening. He almost stood up and slipped out quietly into the night, but the thought of being rude quelled his innocent anxiety. All at once his racing thoughts were suddenly cut silent as the bathroom door finally opened.
She may have seen his face a million times, but standing there in the mobbed airport terminal, her nerves were getting to her. She was anxious to see the man for whom she’d shared so many amazing words, so much friendship. ”What the hell are you afraid of?” she kept repeating in her head, not that her brain was listening. It was only a wedding date. He simply needed a warm body to sit in the pew with. He wasn’t coming all this way just for her. Right?
What is it about immortal blood sucking broodaholics that makes women swoon? Is it the danger? Is it the biting? Because trust me girls, I can nibble your neck and I’ve been known to walk fast with a pair of scissors in my hand. Or perhaps it’s something unattainable to us, the meek mortal man.
Vampire stories such as Twilight and True Blood are currently the hottest things on the market from books, to film/TV and even sex toys. What gives? The thought of having my blood removed from the warmth of my veins does not get me wild in the pants. But the ladies, the ladies do love their undead bad boys. They want to be taken to the edge and peer over the side. It drives their juices and makes their heart feel a new sense of life. The thought that you could be laying with your lover and in the throes of passion and he could take your life must be a mighty intoxicant. But give me a shot of tequila over a chalice of blood any day.
Edward Cullen does have quite a few more desirable qualities than say Count Dracula. For one he doesn’t consistently look like he’s heading to the opera. He’s a moody, anti-social, and more Abercrombie than Hot Topic. And you’d being lying if you couldn’t admit those eyes are DREAMY. Read the rest of this entry »
If you are anything like the master of sexual disaster, Rabid Nick, your boob tube was on 24 watching Jack Bauer kick ass last night. However, undoubtedly many of you were watching terror threats of a different variety: the premiere of the latest season of The Bachelorette. Having been jilted on a previous season of The Bachelor, Jillian Harris has not given up on finding her knight in prime time television armor. Her claim to fame is that she can figure out a man simply by analyzing the toppings he puts on his hot dogs. Wow. Don’t worry, if you watched, none of us will judge you for being vapid.
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Love isn’t the most sensible of emotions. I’d go so far as to say that love is the mentally handicapped cousin of reason. There’s just something about being in a relationship that causes you to ask stupid questions you don’t want to know the answers to.
“Were you thinking of Mathew McConaughey the last time we had sex?”
“How big is my junk compared to the other guys you’ve been with?”
“Have I put on weight?” Read the rest of this entry »
Like Clay Aiken, except, you know, cool.
Sex and American Idol may not be synonymous, but this year things are a little different. Enigmatic performer Adam Lambert is very close to taking the crown. But sadly it seems many people aren’t as focused on his talent as they are on whether he’ll wear it as king…or queen.
A "Mexican Kiss"
The media is having a field day hypnotizing Americans with fear over the impending Porkacolypse, but is this newest incarnation of doomsday actually keeping us from getting laid?
I realize everyone is tired of the Swine Flu. All my friends roll their eyes at its mere mention. I get it. But trends around my college campus are beginning to shift, and I’m starting to worry. I mean the slutty chicks are still willing to lay any wookie, but the marginally wild women who drink apple martinis on barstools while their thongs creep out the top of their business skirts are becoming even more inaccessible. They are sitting on barstools with their legs crossed, like ladies for God’s sake. My boy Shawn who NEVER has a problem landing a lady had two drinks he bought for prospective partners sent back with a “No thanks.” The girls are turning down free booze now? He’s lucky I like girly drinks.
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Ooh, yeah that sounds so good.
I just realized that last week when I wrote about Katy Perry curing Tampa of the Swine Flu, I failed to properly introduce myself. I’m your party host, “Rabid” Nick Refer (the more you read, the more you’ll understand the reason for the name). I’m one of the new Sex & Love Contributors and I look forward to sharing a laugh and maybe more with you. If you like my stuff, remember TnT because that’s when you’ll find my new posts, every Tuesday and Thursdays. So mark your calendar, get it tattooed on your girl’s ass, or write a song about it and put it on repeat: TnT.
Since you’re reading this post, I know you like sex. And assuming you’re human, you like music. But do you like music with your sex? Those might be my two favorite subjects so the idea of merging them in an amalgam of hot, rockin’ sexiness is right up my alley.
Is your Kitty Purry? Video after the break
Pandemic? We don’t need no stinkin’ pandemic. The world might be in a state of blinding fear but you wouldn’t know it by looking at the faces in the crowd at Katy Perry’s bay area appearance on 4/28. The Rabid one was a part of the wily crowd and has to say, sex was flowing in the air and it had a palpable taste.
She kissed a girl and hell yeah she liked it. Her pseudo lesbian moment brought the people out en mass to Jannus Landing in St. Petersburg. Ok, I know what you’re thinking, “who cares about pop music’s current female sensation?” But a quick study of the mostly estrogen fueled audience yields fascinating results. Read the rest of this entry »
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