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...Printed on tatty black-and-white stock, WWN was the journalistic guilty pleasure of the '80s and' 90s. And now it has nonetheless received an affectionate media sendoff. One writer called it "the newspaper of record for astrology and giant tumor-related news"; another, "easily the world's best drunken supermarket impulse buy." Bat Boy Lives!: The Weekly World News Guide to Politics, Culture, Celebrities, Alien Abductions, and the Mutant Freaks that Shape Our World, a 2005 book that compiled some of the paper's most shocking (i.e., silliest) stories, quotes Johnny Depp as saying, "The only gossip...
...earful at the open-air dance fest as the fireman-DJ blasted song after song (including the classics “Love Generation” and “World Hold On” by Bob Sinclair, European house music god). And naturally, the ball featured memorable drunken debauchery...
...Internet Movie Database lists one performer, Zhang Peng, as "stunt double: Jackie Chan"). He still moves plausibly through the mayhem, which is what an action film requires. Maybe the climax here doesn't bear comparison with the jaw-droppingly great set pieces in Chan's Dragons Forever or Drunken Master 2 - or, for that matter, with Damon's big fight scene in The Bourne Ultimatum - but it's way more frenetic and cunningly choreographed than the digitally enhanced brawls in most modern action movies...
Where does this all leave the romantic movie? Alas, in the hands of young men. The only relationship film that has drawn a crowd this year is June's Knocked Up, in which a guy and a girl meet, have drunken sex, get pregnant and then, 44 minutes and dozens of penis jokes later, actually have something that resembles a tender scene. Not exactly a femme fantasy, but more than half the people who went to see the film on opening weekend were women, and two-thirds were couples, who helped propel it to $145 million and counting...
...time the national anthem started playing I was in an orgasmic pitch of inebriated patriotism. Everyone embracing and swaying to the music, we screamed, howled, shrieked the lyrics; a medley of monkeys that hardly knew the words, or even the tune really. A drunken girl from Arkansas (who had told me seven times she was applying for the Rhodes scholarship before falling unceremoniously to the floor) rushed up to us demanding to know what song this...