Now that the Golden Globe Awards Ceremony has been canned, Rumer Willis is out of a gig. This sucks. I was looking forward to chomping on popcorn, guzzling rumertinis and making fun of her butterhead on Sunday night. All to hell.
Rumer drowned her sorrows at the Think PR Pre-Sundance lounge yesterday. Nothing will mend a broken heart like free crap. Even if it’s ugly.
I’m starting to think that all these fug hats she wears are supposed to trick our eyes in believing that her head isn’t the size of the Superdome.