Since weed has a tendency to make annoying things more tolerable and tolerable things wonderful, some people get high before they go to Disneyland. It’s really the perfect place for it: bright colors, tons of candy and people wearing oversized foam costumes. It’s like a wholesome rave! Andrew Garfield did this once, and he recently talked about getting Disneylit to W magazine.
Oh, Nicole, Nicole, please save your Taylor Swift role-play costumes for your bedroom times with Keith Urban. Our eyes don’t need it!
“Hmmm, I don’t remember seeing a badly made Taylor Swift wax figure on the guest list,” said the organizers of the opening gala of the Palm Springs International Festival last night when Nicole Kidman walked the red carpet in one of Elle Fanning’s old dresses that her kids doodled on. That dress was made by Dior, but it looks more like something from David Bridal’s collection of wedding clothes inspired by Angelina Jolie’s doodled-on wedding dress. That whole look is giving me a Big situation. Because of that end-of-the-night prom hair and that dress from Justice, it looks like a little girl took over her body and made all of the design decisions for her. It’s a little Whatever Happened To Baby Jane goes to spring formal.
Thankfully, glamorous savior Suzanne Somers once again cleansed the red carpet of messy dreadfulness with her Ann Jillian razor cut, Wayland Flowers-approved rouge and L’eggs covered legs.
If it went with her ensemble, I’d say that Suzanne Somers should get a Medal of Honor for saving events with her sparkly glamour!
And here’s more pics from the Palm Springs International Film Festival including Natalie Portman wearing Darth Vader maternity chic and Pharrell Williams looking like the manager at a matador-themed gay club that only plays songs from the 80s.
Emma Stone’s latest movie, La La Land, is coming out in December, which means we’re about to see and hear from her a lot more in the next little while. Emma’s first stop on her publicity tour was the cover of November’s Vogue, where she worked the $10 Short n’ Sassy special from HouseOfWigs.com. Who knew that if you put Emma Stone in a ginger pixie cut and told her to pose as if she was about to break out into the giggles, you’d get Peter Pan by way of SNLs Stefon? I feel like if Emma takes her wrists away from her mouth, she’ll start telling you about Neverland’s hottest club. “It’s called Tinkerballs. It’s located in the basement of my treehouse and is hosted by DJ Jealous Mermaid and Nana the Saint Bernard.”
Emma also talked to Vogue about the gender wage gap and about going to a party at Paris Hilton’s house.
“Michael, if this is a post about Mad Mel, why did you use a picture of a homeless hobo who screams at the pigeons in the park and once got arrested for fucking a half-eaten hot dog bun he found in the trash?” – you
Mel Gibson’s “directorial comeback movie” Hacksaw Ridge screened at the Venice Film Festival over the weekend and the audience loved it so much that they gave it a 10 minute standing ovation. The producers must have installed retractable spikes in every seat, because that’s the only reason I can come up with for why those tricks didn’t sit down for 10 minutes! Or maybe the producers dangled exact rubber replicas of Jon Hamm’s Hammaconda above the audience and they all spent 10 minutes trying to catch that goodness with their mouths? That must be it.
While promoting Hacksaw Ridge, Mel said that superhero movies aren’t his thing, which is funny since he looks like the Maestro Hulk. During a press conference at the Venice Film Festival, Mel said that the difference between real superheroes and comic book superheroes is that real superheroes don’t “wear Spandex.” Mad Mel continued to trash talk superhero movies (and Spandex) in a looooooooooooooooong interview with Deadline.
Some people get nauseous on planes, others get sick in the car. Personally, I get a strong case of the heaves every time someone dims the lights and starts shamelessly word jerking off their boyfriend or girlfriend. If you’re anything like me, you’ll want to grab a paper bag before you continue reading, because Emma Stone and Andrew Garfield’s words about each other will make you feel all sorts of barfy.
Despite the fact that they might be done with each other, Emma Stone is still talking about Andrew Garfield, and not in the “Him? NEXT QUESTION” way. During a recent interview with Diane Keaton for Interview magazine, Emma was asked about a quote from Andrew where he described working with Emma as being “like diving into a thrilling, twisting river and never holding on to the sides…Spontaneous. In the moment. Present. Terrifying. Vital. The only way acting with someone should be.” First of all, EW. But second of all, double EW at Emma’s response:
“He is such a poet. [laughs] But that’s the way he writes in general. So I hear it and of course my heart swells up. And I also know that he writes things like that on a daily basis. Yes, he does. He’s so poetic.”
George Clooney just whipped out a pad of paper and started taking notes.
The closest I’ve ever come to being called poetic was the time a dude told me I smelled like a used book store, so part of me is a little jealous of the way Emma is talking about Andrew. But the other part of me is like, good god girl, get a grip – he compared you a river. Not to mention it sounded a little Twilight-y, which I believe would technically classify it as ‘pooetic’.
Speaking of poetic, here’s Emma giving 8 layers of ARTSY EMOTION for Interview:
After several weeks of nervously clutching their brass prayer beads, your 15-year old Teen Vogue-reading cousins can finally let out that long wail of sadness and pour out a bottle of Marc Jacobs Daisy perfume onto a pair of their favorite high-waisted black skinny jeans, because UsWeekly says their pseudo-hipster Prince and Princess, Emma Stone and Andrew Garfield, are OVER. It was originally reported that Blythe’s ginger cousin and Baby Bob Ross were on a break (yes I just re-read that in Ross’s voice), but now a “source” is saying they’ve officially called it quits on each other:
“[She’s] ended things and moved back to L.A. It’s finished. It’s not just a break.”
Another “source” (damn those gossipy blabbermouths at Madewell) claims that Andrew’s commitment to method acting as a 17th-century Jesuit for Martin Scorsese’s upcoming film Silence was one of the reasons she packed up her ankle boots and left:
“He’d been in a dark place for months, getting into his role. He wasn’t being the best partner.”
My only knowledge of Jesuits comes from what I learned during a high school class trip to a place called Sainte-Marie among the Hurons, and all I really remember is a blacksmith named Steve who was a dead ringer for Dean from FUBAR, so I don’t know if pretending to be a Jesuit is a deal-breaker or not. But I’ll assume so, since method acting anything from the 17th-century probably means smelling like hot swamp ass. They didn’t have ‘poo back in the 17th-century, right? No wonder he’s been in a dark place! I would be too if I kept catching whiffs of toxic stank mouth and realized it was coming from my beard.