Dead Man's Bones
Dead Man's Bones
Holy shit I want to be Ryan Gosling. When that blue-smoked apparition of a genie finally explodes out of my refrigerator, pouting his chest out and shouting "Son, you have three wishes -- what May they be?," it's a guarantee that I will involuntarily blurt out "Make me Gosling." Without exaggeration, homeboy might be the best young actor going (see "Half Nelson" if you care to try and dispute) but he can also write totally convincing gothic-folk tunes, and he can sing. Motherfucker. Luckily (for ...


























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