Claire Danes And Hugh Dancy Welcomed A Squalling Infant Into Their Home

Finally, Claire Danes isn’t the ugliest crier in her household. According to the Associated Press, she and husband Hugh Dancy welcomed a new sobbing mess in the form of a baby boy on August 21. I think I read somewhere that newborns don’t actually produce tears and snot when they cry, but I have seen them get all red and rude, so sorry Claire, you must pass the mantle.

Claire announced her recently concluded pregnancy on The Howard Stern Show back in April. This is the couple’s second child, they have a 5-year-old son with three first names, Cyrus Michael Christopher. At the rate they’re going, the world’s supply of common European male Christian names is in peril. If you want to use the names John, William or James anytime in the near future, you better call dibs on them now before the Danes-Dancys do.

I hope Claire makes Jared Leto the Godfather of this baby and he sends her all sorts of over-the=top Gucci onesies, Dolce & Gabbana satin diapers, and a solid gold pacifier. If they make Mandy Patinkin the Godfather, I hope he gives the baby the complete works of Sondheim and a beard grooming kit. And if Hugh’s Hannibal costar Mads Mikkelsen gets the honor, then I hope he gives me his number because I just really need to talk to him. Privately. About some sex things. Sorry if I made this birth announcement weird and about me, but I have needs.

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Claire Danes And Hugh Dancy Are Expecting Baby Number Two

Claire Danes and her husband Hugh Dancy are expecting baby number two. The couple already have a 5-year-old son named Cyrus Michael Christopher Dancy, which is far too many names. According to Us Weekly, Claire broke the news to Howard Stern when she appeared on his SiriusXM show today. It came up while they were talking about an acrobatic, nude sex scene she had to shoot for Homeland. When she spilled the tea, Howard and company seemed incredulous and said that she didn’t look pregnant. But Claire said that was because she was sitting down. Claire clarified her situation for Howard (via Us Weekly):

“I am pregnant. I’m seriously prego … I’m deep into my second trimester,” the Homeland actress, 39, revealed on the show, but did say she’s keeping the gender private.

I don’t know nothing about birthin’ no babies, so “second trimester” doesn’t really tell me much. I need to know where that is on the universal fruit scale. Are we talking tangerine, orange, grapefruit or honeydew melon?

Claire outran the karma police last time she came down with a case of the zygotes and Hugh didn’t bounce and leave her for tasty Danish morsel Mads Mikkelsen. I mean, who would blame him if he had! Will Claire escape the curse of Mary-Louise Parker once again?! Only time will tell.

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Now For Claire Danes And Her Fashion Tribute To 2004

At least I assume that’s what’s supposed to be going on here? Claire Danes must either be working out the kinks of a new prescription from her optometrist, or she legitimately wanted to dress in this outfit for the Met Gala. I think it’s the second option. But mostly because I want to believe there’s a stylist out there who successfully convinced Claire Danes to work some aspiring early-00s European trance DJ realness.

Claire Danes’ Met Gala ensemble is something Stefon would describe in a Why She Looks A Mess support group. Claire’s outfit has everything: cargo pockets, the cheapest curtain panel from IKEA, Cameron Diaz’s old hair, those folded paper fans your auntie makes when she’s too hot in church, pants from a Pussycat Dolls fire sale.

That whole outfit, which you can thank Monse for, gave me a major flashback to about a decade ago. I had a very similar shirt. Except mine had way more grommets and laces, and I definitely wore it with a pair of knock-off stiletto Converse that I bought for $19.99 at Zellers. Although I never would have paired it with those cargo-pocket formal pants like Claire. Pseudo-combat style mixed with suburban wannabe? Ugh, so tacky!

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Here’s The “Fifty Shades Darker” Trailer: Now With Even Less Sexiness And Charisma!

In the first Fifty Shits of Boring movie, Dakota Johnson and pretty wooden post Jamie Dornan had the chemistry of two paper bowls full of overcooked Malt-O-Meal. I figured that the only way Christian Grey and Anastasia Steele could look less like they wanted to fuck each other is if the roles were recast with John Travolta and Kelly Preston. But it looks like the makers of the sequel Fifty Shits Darker somehow managed to make the second movie even less sexier than the first one. Congrats to them!

The trailer for Fifty Shits Darker was released today, and besides every single trick looking like their Ambien just kicked in, this mess looks like it’s part watered down remake of Eyes Wide Shut and part horror movie. There’s a helicopter crash! There’s Kim Basinger coming at Jamie Dornan while thinking to herself, “Fuck my career.” There’s an angry dude coming at Dakota. And there’s a spooky chick who keeps stalking Dakota. The producers should definitely try to re-market this as a horror movie. I mean, I have a feeling that Fifty Shits Darker is going to leave most of the audience screaming. They’ll be screaming at themselves for paying actual money for this crap, and they’ll be screaming at Kim Basinger and Hugh Dancy for needing a check that bad.

IMDB tells me that James Foley, who directed Fifty Shits Darker, also directed Who’s That Girl. The phrase “How the mighty have fallen!” has never been so fitting.

If The Definition Of A Question Mark Was A Dress, It’d Look Like This

Cate Blanchett was at the Tony Awards in NYC last night, because she’s making her Broadway debut later this year in a show that isn’t Hamilton. (I know, why are other shows even bothering?) Judging by that butchered-up look on Cate Blanchett’s body, I’m guessing that she was also there, because she knew that most thi-turr people play it safe by wearing the most boring dress at Lord & Taylor, so she needed to give the public something that’ll hurt their eyeballs and make their retinas curl. Thank you, Cate!

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The Bright Shining A-List Stars Really Came Out For The People’s Choice Awards Last Night

I almost watched the People’s Choice Awards last night, because there’s something about seeing the few A-listers there making faces that say, “I really need to fire my goddamn publicist for making me go to this shit,” while surrounded by extras from The CW shows and shameless spotlight humpers (see: Frankie Grande). But I shat on that thought and decided to watch the condensation on my water glass for 2 hours instead.

Besides attention whore flamingo Frankie Grande showing up looking like a Great Value version of Caesar Flickman from The Hunger Games (more like The Thirst Games), other stuff actually happened. Sensitive thumb Vin Diesel cooed out another musical tribute to Paul Walker and Melanie Griffith’s daughter made a joke about her tits. But the moment that really made the rounds was the sad re-creation of Kanye West’s “Imma let you finish…” stunt.

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