Last week, it looked like corpse litigant James Woods saved money on a publicist by having his realtor announce his retirement from the acting game when his glass houses in Rhode Island went on the market. Well, there’s probably one Century 21 yellow-blazered real estate drone looking for a new listing right now due to a firing. James isn’t going anywhere (except maybe Dateline: To Catch A Predator if he’s continuing to allegedly mack on 16-year-olds). Continue reading
Butt plug specialist James Woods is leaving acting. You would think that James, who LOVES to be an asshole troll on Twitter, would have had the Twitter bird carry that announcement (or perhaps a 16 year-old-girl he allegedly seduced with his suave lines). But no, he left it to his real estate agent. Lazy. Continue reading
There used to be a real Crankasaurus Rex on my floor in college who spent his Fridays pregaming with scotch and Fox News and basically screaming about how the country was going to shit because the rest of us were drinking cheap beer and sleeping around and, well, I kind of forget the rest because, well, cheap beer. It was always him face planted outside the dining hall at 3AM because he was too drunk to make it into the chicken finger line, and I’m pretty sure that just about sums up how James Woods works.
James showed he was a Hungry, Hungry Hypocrite the other day for getting all high and mighty about how the love fest between a 24-year-old and a 17-year-old in Call Me By Your Name is icky because he claimed it promoted pedophilia. Armie Hammer, who stars in the movie, pointed out James was 64 when he was porking a teenager, and all of gay Twitter did a giant snap in Z formation at the shade of it all. Because these things always snowball, Joan of Arcadia Amber Tamblyn came out of the woodwork to show God is always watching, especially when James tried to pick her up and take her to Vegas when she was sixteen. James has since denied that shit happened, but Amber is back to show not only is God always watching, he’s keeping a logbook, too. Amber screenshot a text exchange with a friend who backed her side of things, and she also warned James that she’s not putting down her shank anytime soon and went in on him in an open letter. Continue reading
Angry hemorrhoid James Woods loves Twitter more than anything. Yesterday James #tooktotwitter to share his outrage about the upcoming movie Call Me By Your Name starring Armie Hammer. It’s about a love affair set in Italy in the 1980’s between a 24-year-old and a 17-year-old (per Entertainment Tonight, the age of consent there is 14).
Now, you’d think that James would be On. Board. given his well documented career as a geriatric connoisseur of very young women, but for some reason this particular story set him off. What could it be that has him all up in his feelings? Oh, it’s about two men? I see.
Everybody’s least favorite uncle, James Woods, has recently settled a lawsuit he brought against a Twitter user for calling him a “cocaine addict”. Two years ago, James slapped a 10 million dollar defamation complaint against an anonymous Tweeter (Twitter-er? Tweetster?) who went by the name of Abe List. The defendant has since died and the details of the settlement were not made public.
I don’t know about your gays, but me and mine already have several summer theme parties planned around celebrating Anderson Cooper’s historic, Kellyanne Conway-inspired eye roll. It was the eye roll felt ’round the world issued by one of our shiniest stars (it’s the hair). Well, not everyone thought Anderson’s eye roll was the proper response to White House Hagatha’s delusional bullshit. Enter conservative actor, James Woods.