Last week we learned that Colin Firth and his wife of 21 years, Livia Giuggioli, were in stuck in the middle of some extramarital boyfriend drama of the highest degree. During a 2015/2016 hiatus in their marriage, Livia hooked up with an old childhood friend named Marco Brancaccia, who allegedly turned stalker once she decided to go back to Colin. It was the kind of affair that could turn a break into an official split, but not for Colin and Livia.
According to People, this story should be accompanied by some Ashford & Simpson, because they’re solid as a rock. A source says that Colin and Livia worked through the affair and subsequent stalker drama, and their marriage is all good.
“These two have a solid commitment, are on the same level, and worked through it. They got back together, and things are fine. They have a good marriage. It’s not uncommon for a marriage to go through periods where it seems stale, especially with children involved,” adds the source.
Colin and Livia have two sons together. As for their marriage getting stale, I’m sure everyone who would have chosen Mark Darcy over Daniel Cleaver just screamed “HOW EVEN THOUGH??“. Another source echoed the first by stressing that they have a “committed relationship.” Well obviously – if Colin didn’t immediately call it quits after opening WhatsApp and discovering sex pics from his wife’s side piece, I’d say he’s in it like a pair of cement shoes. Speaking of, you know that was probably something that was mentioned when they were working things out. “Don’t want to be a bother, but if we take another break, can I ask that you don’t pick someone who will message me after? Thanks in advance, love.”
Colin Firth’s Wife Admits To Having Had An Affair And Claims She’s Now Being Stalked By Her Ex-Side Piece
You know somebody’s been keeping it tight when a Dlisted search of their name mostly comes up with Birthday Sluts results. Sadly for Colin Firth, his days of notoriety based solely on sharing a birthday with Ryan Phillipe and wearing the shit out of a Tom Ford suit are numbered. According to The Times, he’s now part of an international scandal involving his wife of 21 years and her Italian Lothario ex-side piece whom the couple allege has been stalking her.
There was a time when Woody Allen would call up an actor or actress with a film role offer, and the response he’d receive might be, “Yes of course I’m available!“. But lately it seems like more and more of the voices on the other end of those phone calls are going to answer, “Uh…wrong number.” Colin Firth starred in 2014’s Magic in the Moonlight. Woody can go ahead and lose Colin’s number, because he has no interest in working with Woody again.
That haircut may be questionable, but it’s still no question that I would.
While Aaron Taylor-Johnson’s hair screamed army hipster dude and his beefed-up Ball Park frank body was squeezed into a tux, he posed with wife Sam Taylor-Johnson at the Venice Film Festival premiere of Nocturnal Animals today. Nocturnal Animals is Tom Ford’s second movie as a director and besides ATJ, it also stars Amy Adams, Jake Gyllenhaal, Isla Fisher, Michael Shannon, Laura Linney, Michael Sheen and Armie Hammer. I skimmed through a few reviews from Venice and most of them were good and a few of them said that this is the MOVIE OF THE YEAR. Others said that Amy Adams’ performance may have earned her a place next to Leonardo DiCatchAHo and Julianne Moore in the It Took Fucking Long Enough But I Finally Got My Oscar club.
While reading the reviews, I noticed that Nocturnal Animals got an R-rating for “graphic nudity,” among other things. The “graphic nudity” may go down in this scene (via The Hollywood Reporter):
An eye-opening sequence that plays under the opening titles features a hefty middle-aged burlesque dancer in drum-majorette accessories but otherwise naked, dancing in front of a red curtain.
If that’s the only scene in the movie that has “graphic nudity” in it, then Tom Ford needs to retire from directing movies forever! I mean, if your movie has “graphic nudity,” as well as Jake Gyllenhaal and Aaron Taylor-Johnson in it, and none of the “graphic nudity” is done by either them, then you cannot be considered a serious auteur. I’m sure that’s one of the laws of cinema.
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The last Bridget Jones’ movie came out over 11 years ago, but because the “crying lonely tears on a log of raw cookie dough after a break-up” set will throw their money at a third movie, a third movie has been shot and the one-time master squinter formerly known as Squinty Zellweger debuted the first trailer on Ellen today. As anyone who has been following this shit knows, they threw out the plot of the third Bridget Jones book and did a new story based on the columns that author Helen Fielding wrote for The Independent in 2005.
In Bridget Jones’s Baby, Bridget is still an awkward klutz, but now she’s a 40-year-old awkward klutz who is knocked up with a Maury baby. Bridget doesn’t know if the dude who raw-dogged a baby into her womb is her ex-husband (yeah ex) Mark Darcy or a hot billionaire piece played by Patrick Dempsey. Bridget tells both of them that they’re the father and HIJINKS (including HIJINKS involving Dr. Emma Thompson) ensue! I know, Bridget Jones really needs a shameless gold digger friend in her life to advise her that she needs to tell Patrick Dempsey that he’s really the father, and if the baby comes out looking like Darcy in the face, take the baby on a long-visit to her mom’s house (read: take the baby to get back alley plastic surgery to look like Patrick Dempsey in the face). Heather Mills would’ve played the role of the gold digger friend flawlessly. What a missed opportunity!
And I’m really surprised that the UK hasn’t announced that they’re experiencing a Vaseline shortage, because it’s obvious that every jar was smeared on all of the camera lenses while making this.
At the gala dinner for Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty at the Victoria & Albert Museum in London last night, photographers put on protection masks and braced themselves when Posh Beckham sashayed onto the black carpet, because trick was posing so damn hard that they were afraid she’d snap in two sending bones flying everywhere.
While looking like a strung out, half-drowned alley cat who hasn’t slept in months and just took some E, Posh busted out her usual sexy face poses while David Beckham just shrugged on the inside and went with it, because by now he’s used to her working it like a last year Barbizon student on graduation day. Hos always throw shit at Posh for posing like a seductive corpse, but I, for one, appreciate that shit. So many of those famous messes just stand there and smile, and at least Posh is giving us a HAHAHA-inducing show by posing for HER LIFE while her chichi balls scream from being suffocated. Or should I say, “posing for HER DEATH,” since she looks like a zombie on Ambien styled by Tim Burton.
Here’s a million more pictures from last night including FKA Twigs looking like a glorious exploding Lisa Frank Bird of Paradise in a sea of funeral lingerie (see: Kate Moss) and butchered ostriches (see: Naomi Campbell).