Andy Whitfield left the role of Spartacus in Starz's Spartacus: Blood and Sand last year after the cancer he thought was in remission came back. Last I heard, Andy was responding well to treatment and they said he was getting better and might recover. They made it sound like maybe Andy would be back to getting his crotch chapped from wearing leather loin cloths really soon. But sadly, his manager told the Associated Press that Andy died of non-Hodgkin Lymphoma in Sydney, Australia today. Andy was only 39 years old. From the Associated Press comes this piece of sadness:
Whitfield's wife Vashti in a statement called her husband a "beautiful young warrior" who died on a "sunny Sydney morning" in the "arms of his loving wife."
Whitfield — who was born in Wales and lived in Australia — was a virtual unknown when he was cast as the title hero in "Spartacus," a hit original series for the Starz network that made waves with its graphic violence and sexuality.
Whitfield was preparing for the second season when he was diagnosed 18 months ago.
Rest in peace, Andy.
George Clooney and his award show escort Stacy Keibler took their work relationship to the next level last night by being photographed together while leaving a party at the Toronto International Film Festival. If you really don't know what to say about this, just let the lady on the left's "Somewhere there's a family of hungry, homeless chicks without a nest... CALL PETA!" side-eye speak for you.
Is this bitch serious in a for real way? The only thing she has to do is wear a fancy dress that doesn't clash with the threads of star dust in George Clooney's hair and wear his favorite scent (Eau de Brad Pitt's Nipple Sweat), and this is what she comes up with? A dress that will only look okay on a toddler at a Valley of the Dolls-themed funeral and a ratty nest that looks like a beady bead stuck up between a Sasquatch's ass cheeks? No, bitch, no. If you stuck a man anus hole on the top of Stacy's weave nest, John Travolta still wouldn't stick his tongue on it and that's saying a lot.
It's going to be a long (insert the number of weeks you bet in the "How long is this Stacy and George shit going to last?" pool at work) if this is Stacy's idea of looking hot.
Xtina's lips are shaking off at 5 layers of red spray paint while she uncertainly sits at her place at the head of the Red Lipstick Mafia table, because look who stepped out in NYC the other day wearing a fightin' shade of lipstick. With just a simple swipe of red lipstick, Suri Cruise let Xtina know that she's coming for her while leaving Chelsea Piers with Stepford Katie. Suri also let the fashion hos know that no, she's not going to sit front row at their silly shows, because she can teach them a thing or twenty about chic shit glamour, not the other way around.
I mean, only the head stylist of The House of Hubbard can pull off an ensemble made of Six LeMeure's first day of high school hat, Tommy Girl's favorite full-length night shirt, one of her mom's old escapin' scarves, a signature scary ass doll and a purse that looks more expensive than a diamond-encrusted Birkin bag. It's as if a gaggle of gays taught Suri everything she knows. Oh, wait.
As for Stepford Katie's homely ass, bitch needs to turn around and listen to THIS SIGN. This bland bitch is a tragedy in denim coochie cutters and needs to leave looking fashionable to the professionals. Like her 5-year-old daughter.
At this morning's 9/11 memorial ceremony at the World Trade Center site, one half of Simon & Garfunkel (Seriously, why no Garfunkel?!) performed "Sound of Silence" in front of the families of the victims. If there's one thing I know as true it's that Paul Simon always has the perfect cap to wear for every single occasion.
The Pom Pom Puppy who has just entered the wolf-in-training program! This is ancient in Internet years (6 days old), but today definitely needed a video of a ball of adorableness wrapped in Pom Pom fur trying to figure out how to howl with the wolves. I think I just used up all the awwwwwws in my head from watching this pom pom do the "....the fuck is this?" head cock (hah, I said "head cock") over and over again.
Dear True Blood, next season definitely needs more Pom Pom Woof Puppy!
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