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‘Trapped in the Closet’ Chapter 21: The Boring Part
Another day, another dispatch from the brilliant imagination of Robert Sylvester Kelly.
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Another day, another dispatch from the brilliant imagination of Robert Sylvester Kelly.
Closer fans were treated to an hour-long snooze-fest.
Ever since J.J. Abrams's Cloverfield wrapped two weeks ago, it's been hard to uncover any new, concrete information — so how about some baseless gossip?
Yesterday The Daily Show pulled a fairly impressive publicity stunt.
Some nasty, legitimately disturbing stuff went down in Agrestic last night.
Three more reasons R. Kelly's genius shines with the brilliance of a million suns.
Once again, Bill's in hot water, Margene's been caught in a lie, and Big Love is spinning its favorite narrative trick: the huge gathering gone horribly, horribly awry.
This week's episode, "Snow Job," is delightfully chock-full of vintage Ari, and delightfully free of Turtle and Drama.
He decided not to shot them because he likes lesbians? You won't see that in High School Musical 2!
The couch potatoes of America continually eat the wrong foods, buy the wrong cars, and elect the wrong politicians. Which makes it really nothing short of a miracle that after 16 million votes, they picked the right winner for So You Think You Can Dance.
Another day, another magnificent chapter of R. Kelly's serialized hip-hopera.
You’d have thought a biased New York bookie had plotted last night’s show:
Another day, another magnificent chapter of R. Kelly's serialized hip-hopera.
Note to The Closer’s writers: Just because you finally dropped the early-menopause bomb and delivered a super-gory episode last week doesn’t mean you should hand things over to the interns and go out for cocktails.
In this fantastic episode, Bill Hendrickson sends each sister-wife into a wormhole of insecurity.
Since Hollywood is a town full of blabbermouths, the show took drastic measures to guarantee the confidentiality of last night’s results.
Another day, another magnificent chapter of R. Kelly's serialized hip-hopera.
"Silas, where is the 'dry cleaning'? I need every last bag of clothing or my boss is going to kill me. Just shoot me dead. You got that? Dead."
Ladies and gentlemen, the cultural event of the year is upon us — today begins the continuation of R. Kelly's Trapped in the Closet saga!
Presenting the Entourage manifesto.
We’re fixated on Nigel’s teeth, Mary’s upper lip, and the crotch shots in the opening credits. Oh, wait. We’re supposed to be watching the dancers!
"I know how to submit and that's why I'm happy."
Brenda’s medical mystery is solved, mostly!
"Here's a bunch of stuff that happened over the last few weeks, while we try to figure out how to stretch this season to twenty episodes."
We’ve got a grudge with America now.