Remember back in the olden days of the internet when a perv or pervs put together a clock counting down to when Britney Spears turned 18 (there was one for Emma Watson too)? Well, Jennifer Lawrence may have one of those for twink moppet of the moment Timothée Chalamet. Team-oh-ray is 22, and while that may be a decrepit, moth-ridden, dusty age for the likes of Bryan Singer, it’s too young for 27-year-old Jennifer Lawrence.
While selling Red Sparrow in an interview with Entertainment Tonight, JLaw made it clear that while watching Call Me By Your Name, she was wishing she had the power to shapeshift into a peach. JLaw wants on that fetus-faced curly Q-Tip, but says she’s going to wait until he’s a little more ripe for the picking, and that’s 8 years according to her.
One of the most dramatic situations in the metaphorical high school of famous people is whether or not four-time Most Popular Victim superlative recipient Taylor Swift is still best friends with Karlie Kloss. No one really knows the status of their BFF gold-plated heart necklaces. Are they still wearing them under all their homemade t-shirts? Or are they currently at the bottom of a shoebox alongside several old Seventeen magazines and a dead iPod shuffle. Jennifer Lawrence wants to know.
I don’t know if y’all are like me, but anytime I get on a plane, I pray that it doesn’t crash, I pray nobody will sit next to me, and I sure as shit pray nobody talks to me or does anything to interrupt my favorite flight-time sport of binge drinking and catching up on movies I was too cheap to go see in an actual theater. On the other end of the spectrum is Jennifer Lawrence, who seems to view commercial airline travel as the perfect venue to practice for an upcoming audition. For the “lucky” passengers aboard a Delta flight this past weekend, JLaw was there to bring the Super Bowl entertainment in case they ran out of material on the seatback televisions. Continue reading
You could just tell from Darren Aronofsky’s rambling on and on and on and…you get the idea…about his twisted Sunday School of a movie, mother!, that he just KNEW he was going to spend the night of the Oscars collecting statue after statue and rubbing shoulders with Meryl Streep. Instead, he’ll get the chance to maybe be the muse for James Franco’s next movie about a turd of a movie (well, if he’s even allowed to make movies again). That’s right, the 38th annual Golden Raspberry Awards nominees were released today, and it looks like those Fifty Shades Of Shit movies have some competition from mother!. Continue reading
Everything about mother! seemed terrible: the box office performance and the fact that Jennifer Lawrence had to go home each night and hear Darren Aronosky talk about nothing but that damn movie. But I guess she forgot about that miserable time because those two went for a walk this week. Naturally that means they’re back to doing it. Continue reading
Whenever you flip on E!, if you aren’t greeted with the gerbil-decibel of a Kardashian voice, you’re usually greeted by Catt Sadler breaking news about what shade of blush a Kardashian was just seen picking up from the MAC counter. Basically, they were a two-headed dragon that fed one another, so it was a little shocking when Catt announced yesterday she was leaving the network after finding out her spiky-haired co-host Jason Kennedy was raking in more coins than her! Continue reading