Premiere magazine coming to the final reel
I told you that Premiere magazine was heading for its last scene. Now the NY Post confirms what the Reaper predicted -- Premiere is either going to be sold or shut.
With movie news and gossip as common on the web as Jeremy Piven pickup lines, there is just no need for Premiere to exist. Sorry.
And if this magazine is on the verge of a Reaper visit, how in the world can Movieline's Hollywood Life stay open?
Shocking! Not only is it a miracle MHL is still around, I am convinced it is a sign of the end of days. It is one of the most banal, condescending, wretched magazines around. If one digs deep into what keeps the magazine alive, all will be made clear. And it’s not to bring you news about celebrity handbags and lipstick!
Posted by: Linda Lee | February 05, 2007 at 04:08 PM
Dahlings, everyone wants to meet a celebrity or two! And where would you peasants go to find out what perfume Scarlett wears?
Posted by: Anne Vilekock | February 05, 2007 at 04:13 PM
Sadly Hollywood Life (btw they finally dropped the "Movieline," a long-overdue move reflecting that the godawful rag not worth the paper it's printed on is NOT a movie mag and hasn't been in years) has managed to outlive a real movie publication. The only thing approaching "movies" is a boring review column in the back that you can count on for info about indie films NOT playing in your neighborhood! Thank god trailer park dwellers everywhere can all still turn to HL for ugly jewelry they could never afford, where to buy Lindsay Lohan's fave lipgloss and how to dress like the movie stars they'll never ever be.
Posted by: mmmbuhbye | February 05, 2007 at 04:21 PM
I, for one, could not go to sleep at night unless I knew not only what perfume Scarlett was wearing, but who she is dating, what nylons she uses, what is in her goodie bag, how she keeps her skin luminous, and how she holds onto a man. Who needs to know about movies in a movie mag? I'm kidding, of course. MHL does a bang-up job at making it look like women are all shallow, illiterate boneheads who only care about chick junk for our trendy handbags. Any woman who reads it should feel deep shame.
Posted by: Desiree Blanc | February 05, 2007 at 04:24 PM
Thx! :)
Posted by: honda-radio | February 18, 2008 at 03:28 PM