I do not own this picture. The NBA and/or Sole Collector owns it all.
In this article, I will be discussing the top 5 disappointing things this season. I will be breaking down each one in a article.
5. Andrew Bynum
4. Dallas Mavericks
3. Anthony Davis
2. Jay-Z
1. Los Angles Lakers
From Yahoo Sports... I do not own this picture. The NBA and/or Slam owns it all.
The Golden State Warriors are discussing an assistant coaching job with popular ex-player Brian Scalabrine, league sources told Yahoo! Sports.
Scalabrine met with Warriors coach Mark Jackson and team management last week, and conversations have continued in recent days, league sources said.
Golden State has lost two assistant coaches this offseason – Mike Malone to the Sacramento Kings as head coach, and Bob Beyer to the Charlotte Bobcats as an assistant.
From CBS Sports... I do not own this picture. The NBA and/or ESPN owns it all. The Philadelphia 76ers are going big in the 2013 NBA Draft.
According to multiple reports, the 76ers will send guard Jrue Holiday to the New Orleans Pelicans
in exchange for center Nerlens Noel, who was selected with the No. 6
overall pick Thursday night. Along with Noel, the Pelicans will send the
Sixers a 2014 first-round pick, which is top-three protected.
By
trading for Noel, the former Kentucky center, it would seem to indicate
the 76ers don't have a lot of interest in re-signing Andrew Bynum.
Trading Holiday, an All-Star, is a major price to pay, but the 2014
first-round pick could be incredibly valuable in the long term as next
year's draft is viewed as one of the more talented and deep in recent
memory.
From NESN.com I do not own this picture. The NBA and/or Zimbio owns it all.
The pot got a bit richer for the Boston Celtics on Friday.
The Nets will be sending MarShon Brooks to the Celtics as part of the trade that has Kevin Garnett and Paul Pierce being shipped to Brooklyn. There was some confusion over whether Brooks would or would not be involved in the deal, but Stefan Bondy of the New York Daily News confirmed it.
The pot got a bit
richer for the Boston Celtics on Friday.
The Nets will be sending MarShon Brooks to the Celtics as part of the
trade that has Kevin Garnett and Paul Pierce being shipped to Brooklyn.
There was some confusion over whether Brooks would or would not be
involved in the deal, but Stefan Bondy of the New York Daily News
confirmed it.
From EW I do not own this picture/poster. Monsters University and/or Pixar Wikia owns it all. Origin stories are all the rage. Whether they
explore the backstories of men in tights like Superman or sociopaths
like Norman Bates, these snapshots offer glimpses of our favorite
characters before they were stars. Kids, with their endless string of whys,
aren't immune to that kind of curiosity. So it makes sense that Pixar
would get into the act with a prequel to its 2001
things-that-go-bump-in-the-night hit, Monsters, Inc.
I do not own this picture. The NBA and/or HUPU owns it all.
In this post, I will be telling you my ten least favorite players. I respect how they play, but there has to be ten players that are you least favorite players.
10. Demarcus Cousins
9. Andrew Bynum
8. Chris Bosh
7. Nate Robinson
6. Zach Randolph
5. Metta World Peace
4.Rajon Rondo
3. LeBron James
2. Kobe Bryant
1.Kevin Garnett
From the Charlotte Observer... I do not own this picture/poster. Now You See Me and/or Kulfoto owns it all.
There’s no middle ground on puzzle movies: They’re either
cleverly assembled, as boxes within boxes that take the length of the
film to unwrap, or sloppily stupid.
“Now You
See Me” can’t quite claim to be the ideal crime drama –
that would be “The Usual Suspects,” which justly won an Oscar for its
script – but it’s only one level down. You might guess who’s behind the
skulduggery, especially as you don’t have endless choices, but the last
pieces of the puzzle don’t snap into place until the final scene.
We begin with four sleight-of-hand (and brain) artists: A gifted
magician (Jesse Eisenberg), a mentalist who reads minds for blackmail
(Woody Harrelson), a guy as adept at pickpocketing as card tricks (Dave
Franco) and a Vegas-style illusionist who goes for splashy effects (Isla
Fisher).
From CBS Sports... I do not own this picture. The NBA and/orBrowns Ville Herald
Being at the NBA Finals between the Miami Heat and San Antonio Spurs
is an exhausting experience. The players are exhausted from a long
season and the intensity of the last series. The media is exhausted from
constant travel, waiting, and asking the same questions over and over
again. But what's most exhausted are the storylines and banal leading
questions asked of these athletes over and over again.
Before
Game 6, I noticed at every single scrum for a player, the question was,
"Do you have to look at this game as a Game 7?" Royce Young said that he
wished someone would ask if Game 7 was a must win. So I did.
From Film... I do not own this picture/poster. The Hangover and/or Movie Web owns it all. It’s no great secret that every writer eventually runs out of things
to say. The well dries up, so to speak, and for a prime example you need
look no further than “The Hangover 2: Copy / Paste Edition”. For the
thing that made the original “Hangover” great, non-linear innovation,
was the very thing that made “The Hangover II” poor, there was nothing
resembling innovation. So it gives me great pleasure to report that “The Hangover Part III” doesn’t suffer from the same problem, and it is
funny, and huzzah, who doesn’t love a summer comedy done right? If the
three films were boxers, “The Hangover” would be Mike Tyson, full of
tremendous uppercuts, while “The Hangover 2″ would be Michael Spinks,
only good for about 90 seconds of entertainment. “The Hangover Part
III”? Evander Holyfield, steady and solid, though still slightly battle
worn and ear torn.
Fair warning: “The Hangover Part III” starts off on a discordant
note, though thankfully it’s about as unfunny as the film gets. Alan
(Zach Galifianakis) has purchased a giraffe, and for some reason he’s
towing it behind his car, leading to an eventual (and completely
predictable) sight gag. This sort of idiocy is almost without precedent
in the series, as the “Hangover” series has been embedded with the
gritty realism of drug-induced bad decisions and seedy environments.
This giraffe angle was almost as if someone had this idea back in their
6th grade creative writing class and finally saw a way to make that
dream come true.
Nothing about this makes sense, you can’t buy a giraffe in the United
States, and even if you could, you certainly couldn’t tow it behind
your convertible like some kind of giant moronic rube. The scene is
meant to convey Alan’s dip into crazy, but all of the audience here is
credentialed, we’ve been pre-dipped into Alan, and sorry for your luck
if you somehow missed the first film. And really, if there is a problem
with the “The Hangover Part III” it comes, surprisingly, in the form of
Alan, a character who has been utilized well up until this point. They
stay with Alan about one beat too long for almost every joke, and they
lose a little momentum each and every time they do it.
From The Village Voice... I do not own this picture/poster. The Internship and/or Starplexowns it all. Eager young people can't find jobs; qualified older people can't find
jobs. There's nothing funny about that, which is exactly why someone
ought to be making comedies about it. The Internship, in which downtrodden old-school salespeople Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson enter the 21st century and land internships at Google,
might have been just the palliative for this sad state of affairs. But
when you need cheering up about your inability to pay the rent or your
lack of health insurance, do you really want to drop 10 precious shekels
(or more) on a movie so desperately unfunny it makes you want to slit
your wrists?
I laughed exactly once during The Internship, at a moment when
Vaughn's character performs a Google search using the words "jobs for
people with few skills." If you've been there yourself, you'll probably
find this funny, too. But mostly, it's depressing to watch two
reasonably gifted comic actors play clueless oldies who just can't get
the hang of this brand-new Internet thing.
As the movie opens, longtime pals and business partners Billy
(Vaughn) and Nick (Wilson) meet with a loyal customer at a tony
restaurant. Their job? Selling wristwatches the old-fashioned way, out
of a case with a handle on top. The customer has to break the news to
them that the company employing them has gone out of business; they
confront their boss, who confirms their worst fears. (He's played by John Goodman, phoning in his patented Foghorn Leghorn imitation.)
From The Global and Mail... I do not own this picture/poster. This is the End and/or Collider owns it all.
Who knew that public transit would come to have
so much in common. These days, the apocalypse is to the big screen what
the bus is to an urban commuter – just as regular in appearance, just
as forgettable an experience. Sure, sometimes the ride is a real horror
show, occasionally even a comic fest, but mainly it’s a tedious,
over-priced, stare-ahead-blankly trip from start to finish. Turns out
that hellfire is just one more thing to be bored by – best to wear
headphones and crank up your iPod.
On to the latest in last-days hilarity, This Is the End,
which apparently enjoyed a beginning as a short sketch that got posted
online to considerable attention. Then again, cats-that-look-like-Hitler
are posted online to considerable attention, and they don’t get
stretched into a feature flick. (Okay, not yet anyway.) But this sketch
did, because some famous folks made it, and now more famous folks have
gathered to huff and puff and inflate the little notion to nearly two
hours – a long commute by any measure.
Which famous folks, you
might eagerly ask? Seth Rogen, Jay Baruchel, James Franco, Jonah Hill,
Craig Robinson and Danny McBride, who, having all worked together in the
past, reconvene to portray Seth Rogen, Jay Baruchel, James Franco ...
well, you get the idea. This time, the comic actors are playing
themselves, or at least heightened versions of themselves, a shortcut
that has the immediate merit of dispensing with all that time-consuming
business of creating actual characters. Better yet, since comedy is the
ostensible metier of comic actors, one might think the dudes would be,
you know, funny. Sorry, not really.
From Washington Post... I do not own this picture/poster. Man of Steel and/or DJ Prince Nor Way owns it all.
Newly minted superstar Henry Cavill makes a well-built, handsomely credible Superman in “Man of Steel” — or at least he will, in an already-planned sequel that, with luck, will more thoughtfully exploit his talents.
For now, audiences can only speculate as to the hidden depths
of Cavill, who in Zack Snyder’s busy, bombastic creation myth is reduced
to little more than a joyless cipher or dazzling physical specimen.
Produced by Christopher Nolan, who brought such grim self-seriousness to
the “Batman”
franchise, “Man of Steel” clearly seeks the same brand of grandiose
gravitas. But that dour tone turns out to be far more appropriate for a
tortured hero brooding in his cave than for an all-American alien who is
as much a product of the wholesome windswept Plains as a distant planet
called Krypton.
Snyder and his writer, David S. Goyer, accentuate Superman’s
intergalactic provenance in “Man of Steel,” which opens on Krypton just
as the planet is crumbling, the rogue General Zod (an alarmingly
skeletal Michael Shannon) is threatening a coup and the wise scientist
Jor-El (Russell Crowe) is sending his infant son Kal-El into the cosmos
in order to begin the world over again. Seeking to cram as much back
story as possible into a movie that feels like a reboot, prequel and
creation myth all in one, Snyder and Goyer then leap forward to a time
when Kal — now an adult earthling named Clark Kent — is working on a
fishing boat, haunted by an unnamed past and once in a while jumping
into the water to save a crew from a burning rig with his superhuman
strength.
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From New York Post... I do not own this picture/poster. Iron Man 3 and/or Collider owns it all.
There’s so much dumb stuff in “Iron Man 3” that I expected the
credits to say, “Written and directed by Thor.” The villains are all
wrong, the motivations are muddy, even the gadgetry is off. And the
swaggering genius at the center of it all has become a preening fool.
It’s like watching a great company switch CEOs from Bill Gates to Donald
Trump.
Tony Stark, still jumpy with post-traumatic stress from
his “Avengers” visit to New York City (I guess this town ain’t for
California cream puffs, pal), challenges a terrorist (Ben Kingsley)
called the Mandarin who murders Americans on live TV. Meanwhile, an
inventor-turned-magnate (Guy Pearce) whom Tony once insulted has
developed a system for regenerating human limbs. But that has the side
effect of turning its beneficiaries/victims into human bombs. There’s
also Tony’s scientist ex-girlfriend (Rebecca Hall), who can’t seem to
make up her mind whether to be good or evil.