Okay, I mean, first of all, I obviously can’t wait to Fug the Fromage of this shitshow:

No offense, Lifetime: I am just assuming it’s going to be a shitshow because…Lindsay. And I basically WANT it to be a shitshow. If it’s surprisingly great, of course I will be thrilled, because I secretly would love it if LiLo would stop driving around clipping pedestrians with her Porsche and getting kicked out of hotels carrying a $46,000 magazine and PPV fee, and go back to being an actress rather than a cautionary tale. But the worst case for this movie — and for Lifetime — will be if it’s mediocre. People are going to tune in (IN DROVES, I suspect) hoping for a total scenery-chewing clusterfiasco (this blog is rated PG-13) and Lifetime wins if that happens, OR if it’s surprisingly actually good. They lose if it’s serviceable. So, Lifetime, if the movie is looking decent but not fantastic in the edit bay right now, my advice is to start throwing in all of Lindsay’s worst takes.
All that being said, I actually think this poster is kind of smart. Is it really, REALLY on the nose in attempting to compare Lindsay to Liz? Yes. Is it kind of offensive to compare Hot Ass Mess Miss Lohan to Liz Taylor, who had serious personal problems but who was ALWAYS a consummate pro at work? I am pretty sure Taylor is digging her way out of her grave with a diamond-encrusted shovel right now so that she can march into someone’s office and throw a martini into the face of the person who approved that idea. Is it eye-catching? Yes. Does Linds look serviceably Elizabeth-y? Sure. Am I chomping at the bit to set my DVR? Yes. So….well done, Lifetime. BRING IT.
The Official GFY Liz & Dick Drinking Game
Tonight at 9 p.m. (depending on where you live, so check your listings), Lifetime presents one of the most hilarious and terrible — hilarrible, if you will — TV movies of our time. Future generations will turn to us and say, “Grandma, where were YOU when Lindsay Lohan laid waste to Elizabeth Taylor’s memory?” And you may be able to look at little Kumquat or Xerxes and say, “Honey, I was passed out on the sofa.” Because reviews suggested that Liz & Dick would make a good drinking game, and who are we to ignore a gauntlet like that?
In all seriousness, though: We know Fug Nation needs to drown its collective sorrows about Larry Hagman’s passing, but we can’t recommend that you actually attempt to DO this game, much less do it in its entirety, for fear of major liver distress and/or some serious incapacitation (and obviously, if you do booze it up, be 21 and do not drive and stop before you puke yourself inside-out, etc). We need you alive, Fug Nation, so we strongly advise you switch to Diet Coke at the second commercial break. As you watch, though, feel free to add your own rules in the comments, and don’t forget: We will be live-tweeting the movie — we are @fuggirls — starting at 9 p.m. Eastern time tonight (Sunday), and a proper Fug the Fromage will follow. Basically, it’s going to be a real Liz&Dickapalooza.
Cheers!
BEHOLD THE RULES:
Drink whenever:
react: