The third and final movie in the Fifty Shades series called Fifty Shits Freed is still shooting, and yesterday wet piece of cardboard Dakota Johnson and chiseled wooden block Jamie Dornan got into their swim chonies to shoot a beach scene in Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat, France.
I’ve only read about 25 pages of the first book and I haven’t read the other two, because if I want to put my eyes on dumb raunch and trash, I’d read my own blog posts. So I have no idea if there’s a scene in Fifty Shits Freed where that Christian Grey dude and that Anastasia chick go on a beach vacation and decide to try to fit in with the tourists so she buys a shit-fitting, factory-defective bikini from the J. Crew outlet and he buys swim trunks from L.L. Bean. That would explain what they’re wearing.
Everyone always says that Hollywood is ran by Jewish men and gay men, but the latter is obviously not true. Because Alexander Skarsgard doesn’t wear a crotch flap in The Legend of Tarzan, and Jamie Dornan wears baggy dad trunks in this Fifty Shits wreck. Besides, Christian Grey is a billionaire and everyone knows that when billionaires go to the beach, they wear this (but one made out of actual $100 bills):
See, this is why the Fifty Shits books and movies can’t be taken seriously. They’re so not realistic!
Pics: Splash, Budgy Smuggler
Who knew that Dakota Johnson could give such FACE while straddling the upholstered arm of a chair? I don’t know what kind of magic that chair is working between her thighs, but that’s more horny-eyed emotion than she gave in all 125 minutes of Fifty Shades of Grey combined.
Dakota spoke to Chrissie Hynde for Interview magazine. Dakota is currently in Vancouver shooting both Fifty Shades Darker and Fifty Shades Freed, because they’ve gotta bang those out fast before Jamie Dornan discovers a loophole in his contract and runs away like Forrest Gump. When Dakota tells Chrissie that she’s in Vancouver to film the Fifty Shades sequels, Chrissie asked: “The one where you have crazy sex scenes?” Yes Chrissie, those movies. Dakota admitted that she was filming a sex scene that day, and apparently pretending to have sex with someone is about as fun as waking up early on a Saturday and cleaning out your crawl space.
Shooting on Fifty Shits Darker, the sequel to the award-winning butt pebble Fifty Shades of Shit (hey, Razzies are more important than Oscars), has started in Vancouver, BC in Canada and it’s nice to see that nothing has really changed from the first movie. That Anastasia Foil chick and Christian Beige still produce about as much heat as a wet match does. Dakota Johnson and Jamie Dornan shot a scene where they kissed in the rain and as his lips were on hers, he probably thought to himself, “Hmmm… What should I have for lunch? This dead fish of a kiss has given me a craving for a lukewarm tuna and stale Wonder Bread sandwich…….” While Dakota thought to herself, “This ice block of a kiss reminds me that I really need to get my housekeeper to defrost my freezer.”
Even the kiss between those parking meters in front of them is hotter and has more passion. So yeah, basically those parking meters should replace those two in the next Fifty Shits movie.
Any way to make a little extra cash, I guess. I’m joking, of course; as fas as I know, Kanye West hasn’t released a line of formal pantyhose refugee rags. I do, however, know that Rooney Mara’s Mad Max-meets-washing your dirty lace panties in the sink look from the BAFTAs last night is courtesy of Kanye’s best boo Riccardo Tisci and Givenchy, which actually makes a lot of sense.
I bet this dress started out as a sketch for a normal red carpet gown, but then Riccardo made the mistake of showing it to Kanye during one of their Friday night No Kims Allowed sleepovers in France. That’s when Kanye whipped out his favorite beige marker and book of funeral home curtain samples and turned it into the decomposing hobo bride couture you see above. And of course Rooney loved it, because she loves looking like a haunted vintage doll on prom night.
Rooney Mara wasn’t the only one who showed up to the British Oscars looking like a damp mess. Her Carol co-star Cate Blanchett, who usually gives ten tons of WTF excellence, showed up in some kind of tapestry on the top/goth Christmas Tree garland on the bottom thing. Although it does look like her tapestry is spreading down her body like an expensive rash, and Rich Lady Rash is a look I can get behind.
Here’s more fancy-dressed famous types from last night, including Kate Winslet looking like a chick whose goal is to bang Gordon Gekko and Kate Capshaw giving you “I cut my bangs in the limo on the ride over!” realness.
Looks like we can add another ensemble to Tim Gunn’s “Don’t Wear This” list of vulgar fashion atrocities.
The fifth annual LACMA Art+Film gala was held last night, and Kim Kardashian was there, which makes total sense, because Kim got her start in film. No, it’s because she’s a high klass lady who goes to high klass film galas. Also because Kris Jenner would go absolutely apeshit if she found out her top money maker passed up an opportunity to get dressed up in her “LOOK AT ME” finest and serve up some half-asleep FACE for the cameras.
We all know that Kim Kardashian has a severe allergy to good taste, so it’s really no surprise that she would show up to the LACMA gala in a cheap-looking Leg Avenue body stocking with her tits out. I mean, she had to do something to get some attention; she went a whole 24 hours without all eyes on her, thanks to her mother selfishly stealing the spotlight with her million-dollar
Great Mediocre Gatsby birthday party yesterday. So really, it’s more of a shock that she didn’t double-down and try to make up for lost attention by showing up totally nude while her intern (Kylie Jenner) followed closely behind, spritzing her plastic parts with Crisco.
Here’s more of Kim looking like a Living Dead Doll of a knocked-up zombie stripper at the LACMA Art+Film gala last night, as well all the other famous types who were there, like Reese Witherspoon, Goopy Paltrow, and Jared Leto, who is still working the malnourished methhead Joker look, I see.
“Honey, it’s not that daddy doesn’t approve. It’s just that he’s not mentally strong enough to watch you recite such terrible dialogue.”
The human version of a beige turtleneck, Dakota Johnson, made an appearance on Ellen yesterday to talk about Black Mass, but of course the conversation turned to Fifty Shades of Grey. Fifty Shades Shittier isn’t scheduled to be released until 2017, and already we’re talking about it. THANKS, ELLEN. But they also talked about the first Fifty Shades movie, because why not. So even though the first Fifty Shades made almost $600 million, Dakota would like you to know that $0 came from the wallets belonging to her parents, Melanie Griffith and Don Johnson.
Ellen: “Has your dad seen the movie?”
Ellen: “Has your mom seen it?”
Ellen: “So nobody wants to see that movie.”
Dakota: “Uh-uh, nobody in my family.“
Dakota then stopped herself before she could blurt out: “I mean, even I don’t want to see myself in Fifty Shades of Grey. Really – I’d do anything to get out of this mess. I really hope my agent is listening right now.”
Melanie’s kid also talked about how it’s not just her parents who are giving her the “No thank you” treatment. According to Dakota, newly single Dakota Johnson can’t get a date because of Fifty Shades. Fifty Shades of Grey: Blocking cocks since…whenever that shit was released.
Ellen: “Do you notice a difference in guys approaching you or not approaching you?”
Dakota: “You mean, like, when they run away from me? I don’t know. I guess that, if those are the only two options, I guess that they’re scared of me…I guess they either love me or they’re running for the hills. I guess they’re running for the hills.“
I actually think Dakota’s lack of dick probably has less to do with Fifty Shades and more to do with the fact that her mother is living silicone legend Melanie Griffith. It would be far too tempting to show up at Dakota’s house for your first date, see Melanie sunning her gorgeousness out by the pool, and run as fast as you can past the blandness that is Dakota and into the arms of the sexy angel behind her.
Here’s more of Dakota with her sunset-colored dad at dinner last night.