Mary Poppins Returns, the upcoming sequel to 1964’s Mary Poppins, isn’t out until December 2018, but we’re slowly being fed spoonfuls of it. There’s been the back of Emily Blunt as Mary Poppins, then we saw some on-set pap shots of, again, Emily’s back. Now we’ve got some glossy pics courtesy of Entertainment Weekly.
We’re finally ending our never-ending Oscar coverage today and the best way to end it is with some man pieces who were probably suffocating in their nut-hugging pants and wanted to take it all off halfway through the show. They should’ve. It would’ve made that mess a hundred million times better and awakened all my senses.
My best dressed chick of the Oscars is definitely Charlize Theron, because with that ponytail, casual diamond earrings and daytime gold la-may gown, she was done up like Alexis Carrington making a quick trip to the supermarket. It was very daytime casual Dynasty. And my best dressed dude is definitely Ryan Gosling, who looks like he reeks of Jovan Musk oil and is about to pick you up in his dad’s gold two-tone Lincoln Continental Mark V to take you to the senior prom where he’s going to feel you up while slow dancing to The Closer I Get To You. And he’s definitely the one who spiked the punch.
Ryan wore Gucci (duh) and I couldn’t tell if those were actual ruffles or trompe l’oeil ruffles (Side note: I don’t do drag, but if I ever did, I’ve got dibs on the name Tramp Louie Ruffles.) And then there’s the smooth rat Pharrell, who dressed like a maître d at an underground restaurant that only serves virgin blood and is owned by Kunty Karl. There’s a reason why Pharrell looks like that. He’s wearing Chanel.
And here’s a million more pictures of the dudes from the Oscars. Come for Mahershala Ali and come again for hot piece of wood Jamie Dornan.
Hamilton got a total of 16 Tony nominations, which made it the most nominated Broadway production in the history of everything. Because everyone knew that Hamilton would win the night, I felt like they should’ve just canceled the entire Tony ceremony and instead show live footage of a dump truck unloading thousands of trophies in front of the Richard Rogers Theater, where Hamilton plays. But after the heart-melting hell nightmare in Orlando, some of us needed to be temporarily distracted by jazz hands, sequins, over-the-top speeches from dramatic thi-turr people, Oprah’s glasses and raw yodeling. So thank my God, Bea Arthur, for the Tonys!