Death Becomes Them

My guess is that Brad Pitt and Angie Jo are dressed up and ready to go to the funeral of her German hairdresser who was immediately consumed by a swarm of locusts shortly after she cursed him for doing THAT to her hair. I do love the “freshly fucked in the back of a convertible going 90mph down the carpool lane” look, but not on Angie. And I do love a good black velvet glove dress straight out of the 80s b-hole, but again, not on Angie. Angie looks as if Morticia Addams had one too many embalming fluid shots at a “Dress As Your Favorite Prince Girl” costume party.

I’m going to curb the hate for Brad Pitt’s overall look, because I’m pretty sure I’ve worn that same outfit before. Unforgivable, I know. And yes, when I wore it I got the memo that wearing an ensemble like that is only acceptable if you’re a post-apocalyptic vampire hunter or a Euro technopop star circa 2001.

In other Angie Jo news, she said that being nominated for a Golden Globe for The Tourist was an honor and then she went on to say, “We were laughing because it’s the first time that I’ve been in the comedic category so it’s new for me.” Yeah, and I’m sure it was one of those “These bitches are so far up my ass that they will even kiss my shit” kind of laughs.

Here’s more of Natasha Fatale and the giant Boris with Johnny Depp at the German premiere of that movie tonight.