Category: Perfection
Open Post: Hosted By Emmy Rossum In Motion As The Flawless Hot Pink Diamond That Is Angelyne!
Over two years ago, Hollywood let us know that they were finally doing something right for once by greenlighting an eight-episode series about the official blossom of Los Angeles, billboard queen Angelyne. Emmy Rossum and her husband Sam Esmail, who created Mr. Robot, bought the TV rights to The Hollywood Reporter’s investigative story about Angelyne’s journey from Polish refugee and daughter of Holocaust survivors to Los Angeles’ one-woman beautification board who singlehandedly made the city the most gorgeous place in the country with her billboards. Emmy Rossum took on the role of Angelyne in the unauthorized bio-series. And I say, “unauthorized,” because Angelyne, who took a hot pink shit on THR’s story and called it fiction, also took a hot pink shit on Emmy’s series, at first.
But eventually, the real Angelyne gave her hot pink stamp of approval and joined the show as an executive producer. That means producers probably stuffed a big enough wad of cash between her all-natural chichis of luscious perfection. An extremely fair and reasonable price for Angelyne’s approval is 98% of whatever the show’s budget is. So I figured that all of the show’s scenes would be shot in Emmy and Sam’s garage, the pink Corvette would be an old Barbie car bought at a yard sale, her costume would consist of an off-brand Elly Mae Clampett wig from Wish and the one hot pink dress she owns, and the other roles would be played by a mannequin and her dog. But it looks like they made that 2% stretch more than Angelyne’s angelic titty balls in a Spandex dress.
Like A Flaming Golden Unicorn Sent From The Heavens
Don’t be worried about that tingly moistness you feel in your nipple area. You just secreted gold glitter from seeing Tilda Swinton and Tom Hiddleston together in one place. It happens to everyone. Tilda and Tom posed with Jim Jarmusch (looking like a silver Wolverine) and John Hurt at the premiere of Only Lovers Left Alive at Cannes.
In that shit, Tom and Tilda play two vampires, Adam and Eve, who have been in love for centuries. Just picturing Tom and Tilda making vampire love together made you secrete more gold glitter, right? I bet their sex scenes look like two pink albino lizards gnawing at each other while lying on a pile of swan feathers.
And I don’t smoke cigarettes, but I wish I did just so I could light a Virginia Slim on the white flame on Tilda’s head.
Double The Clooney (Sort Of)
Above is the trailer for August: Osage County, which George Clooney isn’t in, but he’s one of the producers and his name comes up first, so he’s obviously the MOST IMPORTANT thing about this movie. I never saw or read the play, so I don’t know for sure, but isn’t it supposed to be dark and cynical and heartbreaking and shit? This looks like a semi-uplifting family comedy that ends with everybody skipping through the fields while a Sheryl Crow song plays. Then during the credits, they’ll show bloopers. But DAMN at Ewan McGregor’s hotness. Who knew that when you put a beard on him and drop in the south, he can make my nipples twitch.
Below is the trailer for Gravity, which George Clooney is in for second. This is the movie that Alfonso Cuarón has tried to make forever. Angie Jolie was going to do it, then she passed, then they begged her again, then she passed again, then they almost got Natalie Portman, then Natalie Portman passed and then they finally got Sandra Bullock. Sandra and George play two astronauts who go to space together. One second they’re like, “Oooh, everything’s so pretty,” and then the next second they’re like, “Aaaaaah, we’re dying!” Their space shuttle blows up and Sandra goes drifting into space by herself. It’s like 127 Hours and Open Water in SPACE!
And some people got really nervous and had to reach for the oxygen mask while watching this, but I just wondered if Sandra Bullock put on an extra pair of space diapers underneath her suit. Because the only thing worse than floating aimlessly through space is floating aimlessly through space in a suit full of caca.