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Selena Gomez looks different – but great!
“BELLA THORNE’S SEXY BOOBS AND OTHER CELEBRITIES IN A WEEKLY INSTAGRAM/TWITTER ROUNDUP“
All collages and comments by Brainscan
Bill Zebub’s Indie Director is structured more like a real, honest to goodness, according to Hoyle movie than Scienceless Fiction, but it is far more boring because it has less nekkid-babe time and far more senseless conversation on a couch between two guys who none of us would find interesting unless one or both of them were billionaires looking for someone to take several million pesky dollars off their hands.
While watching this one, I figured out what makes Bill run. Or tick. He strives to be the Bill Laimbeer of movie making. Laimbeer was a huge white guy who played center for the Pistons when they won back-to-back NBA championships by physically intimidating opponents. They were a team chock full of assholes and Laimbeer was the head asshole who made all the other assholes work better together. He had limited physical skills – the joke in the age of Air Jordans was that if he had come out with his own shoes, they would have been called Floor Laimbeers – but he made up for his limitations by playing the game with a viciousness no one had seen before. As he aged and his few basketball skills began to desert him, Laimbeer grew increasingly physical in an attempt to stay in the game. Bill Zebub wants to be Bill Laimbeer. What he lacks in cinematic skill and comedic sense, he attempts to replace with words and acts that no one else uses. Bill is not a vile piece of shit and he is not a genius; he is simply desperate to stay in the game. He will do or say anything and then film it.
As with his other attempts at movie making, Indie Director is graceless and witless, but it does have a half-dozen nekkid babes so ya, you betcha I am going to the screen-capture the living fuck out of it.
Four women who danced around topless and said nothing in Scienceless Fiction have speaking parts in Indie Director:
Terra Incognita is in a very short scene and appears very awkward.
Sheri Medulla is in a few short-ish scenes but has some screen presence, even though this is the last of 3 movies in which she would appear.
Stephanie Anders
and Clover St. Claire are each topless in long scenes.
The one with Ms. Anders is mostly a single take, shot for more than 4 minutes with a stationary camera, which is not Bill’s usual style.
New to the proceedings are:
Tiffany Loretta Carroll (aka Loretta Vendetta) as an actress wannabe in a single scene;
and Angelina Leigh, who plays Bill’s GF in a handful of scenes. Looks to me that Angelina is quite proud of her tasty hoots and I gotta say I do not blame her one bit.
Even though this movie doesn’t get close to the level of despicable seen and heard in Scienceless Fiction, it has an obtrusive soundtrack, filled exclusively with death metal (or something like it, to the ear of an uninitiated gringo). Bill hates rap so much he made a movie and titled it Rap Sucks. That is precisely the way lots of folks feel about metal.
Bottom line here: I am done watching Bill Zebub’s movies for anything other than the women he convinces to undress by promising them a role in a real movie. So far as his place in cinematic history is concerned, I am both ignorant and apathetic: I do not know and I do not care.
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I also assembled frame grabs from the extended version of Indie Director. I complained above about the smaller than usual screen time spent by women in some state of undress. Well, Bill filmed a lot more, either in scenes he cut or with a second camera that gives us a different and sometimes better view of a scene. Since I have spent too much of my life working with the original version, all I did for the extended scenes was grab a frame or two.
The star of these extended views was Stephanie Anders in a 8-minute-long clip.
Angelina Leigh
Sheri Medulla
Terra Incognita
Tiffany Loretta Carroll
R.I.P. Fred Ward
We know we’re getting old. Not only are the Mercury 7 all dead, but now the actors that played them are starting to shuffle off this mortal coil. Ward (Gus Grissom) is gone. Scott Glenn (Alan Shepherd) and Lance Henriksen (Wally Schirra) are very old.
Ed Harris and Dennis Quaid are younger.
Chuck Yeager was not an astronaut, but he was the man with the right stuff, and his portrayer (Sam Shepherd) has also left us.
new pics 05/13 (if you don’t see thumbnails, this link should work):
Flavie Péan in “Loin du périph'”:
Léa Dauvergne in “Loin du périph'”:
Camille Rutherford in “platonique”:
 
Claire Dumas in “platonique”:
French version, with extensive commentary
Charlie’s archives (all content, no charge, no ads)
Brainscan’s comments and collages:
Mia Sara was 18 when she played Sloane Peterson, the high school girlfriend to a 24-year-old Matthew Broderick in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. What a babe. Everyone likes Mia in her wet skivvies at the swimming pool.
All comments by Brainscan:
Scienceless Fiction is vile, just vile, purely vile from start to finish, deliberate in its insults to any and all who think of themselves as decent folk with adult sensibilities. It offends at every turn and repels at every corner. And that is exactly what Bill Zebub intended.
This thing – not fair to call it a movie – is some two hours of vignettes held together just barely by a story of aliens from an ancient, distant world led by Adolf Hitler, alive and well. All the aliens wear clown suits as uniforms and one paints his face exactly as John Wayne Gacy did back when he was alive and clowning around… before he brought out the handcuffs. Each alien/clown winds up paired with a babe who is always topless and frequently nude, thus my own interest in this thing and no doubt the interest of my fellow readers of the Funhouse and Other Crap. I put up with the ugliness and the stupidity and the death metal (but, dear reader, I repeat myself) to see the babes, again just as Bill intended.
Look, I cannot be sure why Bill makes these sorts of movies, fills them with racist rants and attacks on what most of us hold to be good and decent. Perhaps he is a wretched piece of shit. The characters he portrays and the words he writes for them certainly give us every reason to conclude that he is one god-awful motherfucker. But then, you sit and fume about it all and it hits you that maybe Bill is playing five-dimensional chess with a movie camera. Perhaps he is making a point, a real honest-to-goodness important point and he chooses to do so in a way that gets your attention, no matter what. Let me give you one example of what I mean.
In the third scene in which Bill shares the screen with Maeva Athena, as is the case for most of her ten minutes on screen, Maeva makes a statement and then just stands there, tits akimbo, as Bill’s character rants and raves. In this one rant-and-rave, he says the children murdered at Sandy Hook Elementary school in 2011 deserved what they got because they had bullied Adam Lanza, the 20-year-old man who shot them all. All twenty of the children Lanza shot and killed were either 6 or 7 years old. And THEY were supposed to have bullied HIM?! Children no more than four years out of diapers bullied a 20-year-old man? When? How? In what universe is it possible?
This is the vilest of slanders on Bill’s part, complete bullshit spoken with contempt not only of the facts and of common sense but also of common decency. It is also spoken with the kind of confidence that comes only with ignorance. All of us have seen it, the cock-sure statement of fact that you know to be hopelessly wrong. Seems fair to say that anyone who wrote this idiocy in a script and anyone who spoke it in front of camera and anyone who distributed the slanders on digital media IS a wretched piece of shit. Bill Zebub did all three, so case closed, right?
Turns out Bill’s character managed to conflate the mass murder of young children at Sandy Hook in 2011 with the mass murder of teenagers at Columbine High School (Colorado) in 1999. He fused the two stories, a thousand miles and twelve years apart, into a single tale, an ugly chimera. And he spoke his slander with full confidence, while wearing a clown suit. If all this was, indeed, deliberate – the conflation of widely separate events by a clown who sounds so very sure of himself – then holy hell, he has made quite the point.
The folks at Fox News might take note, or at least they should. Way to go, Bill. Brilliant stuff. So, what do we have here? Bill Zebub, stinking turd in human form or Bill Zebub, fucking genius?
This is the third of his movies I have sat through just to capture the nekkid babes and I am inching toward a conclusion. Whataya say I watch one more and let you know.
Now for some good news: Scienceless Fiction is filled, from sea to shining sea, with women who wear almost nothing. Several have no speaking parts – they dance in front of a green screen back-filled with cheap-ass visual effects.
Early on we have Sheri Medulla (without her sisters, Polly Pons and Margaret Midbrain)
and Clover St. Claire,
Stephanie Anders
and Terra Incognita, born in a land that no one knows.
Later, and on several occasions, Scarlett Storm
and, at the end, Lydia Laell struts her stuff.
Andrea Hall has the most screen time, which includes a couple of sexual molestation scenes because if racism and homophobia can’t reel in an audience or at least a distributor, maybe rape will get it done.
And we get to see a topless Genoveva Rossi as she listens to a cockroach spew racist horseshit and then suffer through an assault by Bill in blackface. Delightful stuff, all of it. Seems Ms. Rossi is a scream queen of some renown but I’ll be damned if I have seen her in anything else.
Two words: both “hubba”
Some outtakes of a photoshoot she did a while back. She has an amazing natural body, and the photo quality is outstanding.
One of the pictures shows her in bed, but I don’t see a grumpy.
