When an initial photograph of Leonardo DiCaprio and Brad Pitt was released from that Sharon Tate movie Quentin Tarantino’s directing that nobody asked for, some of us got it confused and thought it was a still for a 70’s gay porn film and got excited. OK, maybe that was just me, but I digress. Well, I may not have been off the mark by too much, because Gus Van Sant is talking about how he was initially pitched to direct Brokeback Mountain and was trying to get Brad and Leo to be the ones to play hide the salami in the Wyoming wilderness. Continue reading
Oh, who am I even kidding. I AM that clingy ex. Kanzie, a springer spaniel from England, doesn’t take the title of man’s (or woman’s! This is 2018) best friend lightly. Her favorite position is a comatose perch against her human’s chest, and she’ll be damned if anyone tries to move her from it!
The best part is her side eye with each return to her owner’s chest. It’s a look of, “Yeah, betch. I’ve tried all the IKEA pillows in the house, and you’re the most comfortable one.” I haven’t seen a persistent, ravenous lean-in like that since my first time with a man, or my first time eating a 20-piece nugget combo at McDonald’s.
It doesn’t really give any further details, but I imagine Kanzie still has her human pinned to that chair, because she’s not ready to give up the cuddles, and she’ll cuddle until she’s had enough! The world should run on Kanzie time. Honestly, she’s a more valid reason to be pinned to a chair for days on end than our usual culprit of Netflix and a case of rosé.
Anyone who calls them the “friendly skies” these days better pass over what ever Quaalude they’re on, because that’s some good shit making you spew that BS. Nothing causes a commercial passenger jet to quiver its b-hole like seeing Naomi Campbell or Jonathan Rhys Meyers strolling up with their carry-on. Naomi has been kinda mellow since her tantrum golden years, but at least Jonathan is still out and about, providing reasons for every airline on the globe to keep a hefty security team on the payroll.
He was a dick to his wife on a flight the other week and ended up puffing on an e-cigarette. The airline powers didn’t exactly care about the screaming at his wife Mara Lane, but they did send the feds on his ass for vaping. JRM decided to sit down with Pappy Larry King to give his side of the story.
It may have been decades since Florence Henderson’s shag hairdo was waltzing around the living room and Jan was being a general downer, but thanks to TV Land, everybody is still gung-ho about The Brady Bunch. It may have been the story of a lovely lady and a man named Brady, but these days it would be about the savants who bought early and pocketed close to $2 million smackeroos. The house from the show is on the market, and living like a 60s sitcom is going to set you back several pennies. No, Alice is not included. Continue reading
Treat yourself to an extra golf game this weekend, Donald Trump! You’re no longer the worst thing to happen to women. If you can believe fashion designer Diane von Furstenberg, we’ll all need to don our pink pussy hats and go march in front of Pfizer’s headquarters for Women’s March 2.0 because that blue pill of fun known as Viagra is ruining women one old geezer boner at a time! And don’t even get her started on if it’s an erection lasting longer than four hours! Continue reading
Meryl Streep better park her ass for this year’s Oscar race because Jennifer Lopez took off that scarecrow wig she wears as a cop on NBC and got back into her bread and butter role of rags-to-riches lady in a rom-com. If your afternoon has been missing a little bit of 2003, have no fear! The trailer for Second Act, a movie starring Jen and Leah Remini (oh, yeah, and Vanessa Hudgens), dropped earlier.