A couple years ago, Bill Murray’s habit of crashing random house parties in Brooklyn spawned a feature in Page 6.  (And of course, there’s also the famous, possibly apocryphal story about him coming up behind people walking alone in central park, covering their eyes, and saying “Guess who,” and then when they turn around to see Bill Murray, whispering, “No one will ever believe you.”)  Point is, Bill Murray crashing peoples’ parties is nothing new.  But I guess him crashing private karaoke rooms is sorta new.  From TheChive:

I was sent these photo after Mike and his friends went out to have a few drinks at their local Karaoke bar, Karaoke One 7 in NYC. Shortly after their arrival, Mike noticed that a couple women had just walked into the place with a man that looked a lot like… Bill Murray?! The crew went out to confirm that the man, was in fact, Bill Murray himself. Mike’s friend even mustered the courage to invite Bill to chill in their room, but they just laughed it off. There’s no way that was going to happen.

I’ll let Mike take it from here:

“About 15 minutes later we get a knock on the door… IT’S BILL F@#KING MURRAY! We were all shocked of course but at that point we were already pretty trashed so the party just kept going. He was super nice and they all fit right in. His girl was really cute, and as far as i remember, from Amsterdam. She sang a bunch of random French songs!
At some point he bought us all a round of some weird green drink and wouldn’t tell us what it was. I later found out it was Chartreuse some French liqueur made by monks. Apparently you are supposed to sip it … like an idiot I just shot it down.
The high point was when Bill and I sang a duet of an Elvis song called, “Marie’s the Name.” Random I know, but so was the night. We were all drinking and dancing and screaming our asses off.
We tried not to make him feel uncomfortable though of course later we all joked about picking the Ghostbusters theme. Amazingly, they stuck around the entire night, about 4 hours. As you can imagine it was all pretty surreal. Something I will never ever forget…Viva Bill Murray!”

Who the hell sips Chartreuse?  Anyway, we all love Bill Murray stories, and I think it’s because he shows us that, rather than letting fame turn you into an egomaniac or a recluse or a Scientologist, there’s another possibility, the possibility that one might use celebrity for fun pranks and mischief.  I think it would be great if he’d roofied the Chartreuse.  I guarantee no one would be mad.  “Dude, did you see that? Bill Murray date raped my girlfriend!  BILL F**KING MURRAY!”

Page Six Magazine recently did a feature article about Bill Murray, who’s becoming known for, get this, showing up at random house parties in Brooklyn.

But the weirdest part of the experience is not that Bill showed up at some random ragtag Halloween party, but that it’s only one of several out-of-place encounters New York City hipsters have had with the actor in the past few months. From hanging out with rock bands to hitting on twentysomething women at bars, Bill seems to be going through his own unique midlife crisis. He’s not a boozy, sweaty party hound who gets caught on camera cheesing it up with pretty young girls (see: Mel Gibson, Bono); rather, he’s more like a ghost in the night, who shows up out of nowhere, engages in utterly random conversations and then exits gracefully—leaving witnesses to wonder what the hell just happened. Deadpan, detached and seeming a bit lonely, Bill Murray is NYC’s most unlikely new party guy.

Then, predictably, the article decides to focus on the sad clown angle, wondering if he’s having a midlife crisis.

Now, with his real-life marriage in tatters, Bill seems to be perpetually stuck in his own version of Groundhog Day meets Lost in Translation—involuntarily repeating that excruciating yet endearing party scene, trawling for serendipity in the New York night.

Oh f-ck off.  What the hell is wrong with these people?  They even quote a goddamned psychotherapist.  Trust me, psychotherapists wouldn’t know awesome if it punched them in the ear on the subway.  Bill Murray doesn’t have a publicist, gives honest answers to people who interview him, and shows up in random places just to hang out with people.  What more could you want out of him?  The world could use at least 1,000 more Bill Murrays. And that’s why I’m naming this scotch glass Bill Murray.  Come on, Bill, tell us a story.  Oh Bill, you’re my best friend.

[Thanks to RoboPanda for the tip]

From Roger Ebert’s official page at the Sun-Times:

Q. Yo dude, u missed out on “Disaster Movie,” a hardcore laugh-ur-@zz-off movie! Y U not review this movie!? It was funny as #ell! Prolly the funniest movie of the summer! U never review these, wat up wit dat?

S.J. Stanczak, Chicago

A. Hey, bro, I wuz buzier than $#i+, @d they never shoed it b4 hand. I peeped in the IMDb and saw it zoomed to #1 as the low$ie$t flic of all time, wit @ lame-@zz UZer Rating of 1.3. U liked it? Wat up wit dat?

I’m not saying the question is real, but I’d like to think it is.  Though I’m 80% sure S.J. Stanczak is either Seltzer or Friedberg.  Either way, I believe the expression is “Roger Ebert FTW”.

This picture comes courtesy of an Entertainment Weekly gallery of tattoos featuring famous people.  They provide no background information, but it would seem a rather portly gentleman had the idea of getting Patrick Swayze in centaur form tattooed on his calf.  The artwork’s not great, but the Swayze Centaur is definitely my new power animal.

Sidenote: My more modest instincts tell me they didn’t steal the famous people-animals hybrid idea from the Buseywolf or the Yokotortoise, but you never know.

Director Renny Harlin, a man responsible for some of the most awesomely shitty movies in history (including Driven, as seen above, Deep Blue Sea, Cutthroat Island, The Long Kiss Goodnight, Cliffhanger, The Adventures of Ford Fairlane – yup, the Andrew Dice Clay movie, and Die Hard 2, by far the worst Die Hard), is right where he should be – directing a movie with the WWE’s John Cena.

"Story centers on a New Orleans police detective (Cena) whose girlfriend is kidnapped."  Hmm, that reminds me of something…

It’s Cena’s second outing toplining a feature, following 2006′s "The Marine," which is WWE Films’ most successful release so far, earning $22 million worldwide. [Variety]

Oh yeah.  Hey, what was the plot of that again? "Thieves on the run kidnap the wife of a recently discharged marine."  Nice.  But really this post was just an excuse to show you some of Renny Harlin’s greatest hits.  Check them out after the jump – it’s a must see.

Samuel Jackson gives a rousing speech in Deep Blue Sea

Cliffhanger – some of the best Stallone grimaces in history.

Die Hard 2 (Die Harder) – The TV Edit

The Adventures of Ford Fairlane – I can’t imagine why Andrew Dice Clay doesn’t get more work. He’s so convincing.

Cutthroat Island – Just watch the first 40 seconds or so of this. Hey, is that a Masterson brother?

The Marine – not Renny Harlin, still awesomely shitty.

More Die Hard 2 – four minutes and thirty seconds of pure action this time. When I go out, I hope I go out in slow motion like these guys.