On any given day, the Lifetime Movie Network will play a made-for-TV movie that features a woman scorned, and sometimes, she will kill to get what she wants. But so often, those women are killing for a man they are dangerously obsessed with, and I just can’t relate.

But MSN Movies currently has a count down of film’s famous fatale femmes, including The Wicked Witch from The Wizard of Oz, Maleficent of Sleeping Beauty and, my personal favorite, Kathy Bates as Annie Wilkes in Misery. While I can’t relate with these women either, I can understand why they might take issues with the ones they love to hate (Dorothy killed the Witch’s sister — that’s certainly worth some cinematic revenge.)

MSN’s list got me thinking of a few other favorite characters that happened to be murderers (or perhaps just misunderstood.)

Hedy in Single White Female

Jennifer Jason Leigh stars as Bridget Fonda’s new roommate who gets obsessively weird in the worst way. As Hedy, Leigh perfectly began to become a creep, emulating Allie (Fonda) in every way — as if stealing her signature auburn pixie cut wasn’t enough. On her quest to become Allie’s doppelganger, she manages to kill her boyfriend, her neighbor, and her poor puppy. … continue reading

I can’t say that I really consider myself to be a trend-follower. Despite this, however, I’ve got my finger firmly on the pulse of everything that’s cool, hip and happening! I know all about what the kids are into these days, whether it’s invisible cola, pet rocks, or even the macarena. Because I care, I’d like to impart a bit of insight into the latest fad sweeping the globe: Replacing amputated limbs with firearms!

It all began during that magical era known as “last spring” when Rose McGowan ... ahem ... blasted her way onto the screen in Planet Terror, the Robert Rodriguez–helmed half of Grindhouse. As go-go dancer Cherry Darling, McGowan proved that there’s something oddly alluring about a gal blasting away at zombies with a machine gun that’s been crammed into her thigh. Who knew?

Upping the ante in machine-gun chic is the forthcoming Japanese flick The Machine Girl (Kataude mashin garu), a film that concerns a schoolgirl out for revenge when her family is killed (and her arm is amputated) by the Yakuza. … continue reading

I'm not sure why, but even though I enjoy watching classic movies on television, I don't like renting them. Something about catching them when they air makes them cooler. So I keep tabs on Turner Classic Movies' schedule, just in case it's Topper movie day or spy movie day or Barbra day.

During the month of November, TCM is turning over its evening programming to celebrities, from Whoopi to The Donald to Cybill — even Kermit the Frog gets a turn. And not only do they choose the films, but they also join host Robert Osborne to explain why.

Tonight (Nov. 5), Rose McGowan is guest programmer.

McGowan grew up in a Children of God commune in Italy, where her father led a chapter of the cultish organization. In her interview with Osborne, she explains that even as a small child, she could recognize false prophets within the group. One of McGowan's choices is Night of the Hunter, the 1955 film with Robert Mitchum, Shelley Winters and Lillian Gish. Mitchum plays a homicidal preacher who stalks two children — a brother and sister — because $10,000 is stuffed inside the little girl's doll. McGowan thinks the movie reflects the fact that children can see more of the truth than we think. This film definitely would fit on Ace's list of non-horror movies that haunt me. … continue reading

In this week's countdown of dumb, annoying, and downright exasperating celebrity and entertainment news, Lori and I take on Iggygate, the escalation of the Jennifer vs. Angelina war, and the debut of the new CBS show Viva Laughlin, which may well be the worst show in the history of television. Seriously.

Also, why Kate Walsh's good news makes us sad, and what Rose McGowan and Helen Mirren have in common.

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Remember when I said Rose McGowan needed a sandwich? Uh, well, could also do with some pants. And possibly a shirt. Rose and Grindhouse co-star Rosario Dawson model the latest in National Rifle Association chic on the April cover of Rolling Stone. Not since Rambo have bullets made such a indelible fashion statement.

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by Dorothy Snarker

Dear Rose McGowan,

Where has your body gone? Seriously, what happened to your arms? Who put those twigs there instead? Did a child get confused while building a snowman? Next to you, Rosario Dawson's arms look twice as thick. And Rosario is by no means a thick woman. Your soft, supple cheeks: sunken. Your milky, smooth skin: Well, let's just say I hope you drank a lot of milk, because your bones are popping right out of it. Heck, if it wasn't for your chin dimple, I might not have recognized you at all.

Remember when you looked vibrant, healthy and confidently sexy in that I'm-wearing-threads-but-pretending-they're-a-dress kind of way? Hell, I was even willing to overlook the whole Marilyn Manson thing. But this, this I am not willing to overlook. Someone needs to buy you a sandwich. No, better yet, someone needs to buy you an entire sandwich shop. And when you're done eating, say, six or seven meatball subs, you won't even need to look around for any toothpicks. Why? Because you can just use your arms!

In all seriousness, Rose, I'm worried. Why have you let yourself vanish into nothing but skin, bones and tousled hair? Haven't you heard that big is beautiful? Hello, ugly is beautiful. Look at America Ferrera. She's the hottest thing I've seen in years. Now that girl knows what you're supposed to do with a sandwich.

Sincerely,
Ms. Snarker