I know it’s only been about a week since Part I went up, but y’all knew I couldn’t stay away too long. Now it’s time at last for the MVG (Most Valuable Griller) to be crowned. So far it’s a three legged race between Robert Downey Jr, doing spectacular work as always. However, not to be outshone, is young upstart Bradley Cooper, making a spirited run for the title. Last but certainly not least, as if being Bond wasn’t cool enough, Daniel Craig is a front runner for the hallowed title of MVG.
Yes ladies (maybe) and gentlemen, it’s that time of year once again. Hot on the coattails of the Toilet Boll and Malentine’s Day, we’ve at last come to our annual celebration of the pinnacle of entertainment, the Golden Globes. No awards show mixes star power with alcohol more deftly than the Globes, and it’s with that in mind that I give you the Globes as experienced through the filter of Grill Wilson.
Once again it’s Malentine’s Day- time for flowers, chocolates, and buddy cop bromantic comedies. This year we’ll be taking a look at Tango & Cash, the smash hit from 1989. Pretty sure it won Best Picture that year, but I could be mistaken. Anyway, Let’s meet our two heroes!
Welcome to the first annual Toilet Boll. Every year around the great American holiday of the Superbowl I will grill one of Uwe Boll’s magnum opuses. Most of his work is unwatchable (which is why I will only do this once a year) but since I’m jealous of Chris’s Malentine’s Day, I will suffer through this annually for the grill public. Without Further-a-do, I give you…TOILET BOLL 2013!
In American Face-Off Round: 1 the winner was clearly Patrick Bateman (Christian Bale). Before he could raise his eyebrows in furrowed victory, I told legend of one man who could knock him off his oily faced pedestal. Yet, in spite of my endorsement of the challenger, there he sits exuding supreme confidence. He is emotionless, dare I say…plastic. But I digress, without further ado I give you the number one contender…
From the moment I first laid eyes on the enigmatic superstar DJ, David Guetta, I knew. I knew that one day I would have to birth a post devoted solely to his terrible hair, and excellent taste in eyewear. I was even able to get Mr. Guetta himself to take us through some of his Disc Jockey moves and overall process. It should be enlightening.