Jamie Lynn Spears’ 8-Year-Old Daughter Is Reportedly In Critical Condition After An ATV Accident (UPDATE)
Last night, TMZ delivered eighty-five layers of awfulness when they reported that Maddie Aldridge, the 8-year-old daughter of Brit Brit’s little sister Jamie Lynn Spears, is in a bad, bad way after she was involved in an ATV accident. Maddie was reportedly on a hunting trip yesterday when the ATV she was riding in flipped over into a pond. TMZ’s sources say that Maddie was underwater for several minutes and was unconscious. She was airlifted to a hospital in New Orleans, LA. Jamie Lynn wasn’t with her daughter at the time of the accident. The sources also say that Maddie is in critical, but stable, but condition.
According to The Hollywood Reporter, Emmanuelle Riva, who had the distinction of being the oldest Best Actress nominee in Oscar history, passed away in a Paris clinic on January 27th, after a long illness. She was 89.
On her Wikipedia page, it says Paulette Germaine Riva (“Emmanuelle” was a nom de guerre) was born in 1927 in Cheniménil, France. Originally a seamstress, she moved to Paris at the age of 26 to pursue her dream of an acting career. In 1957, she made her television debut in the French series, Énigmes de l’histoire, and then never had to sew for anybody else again in her life! Her appearance in the important French film in 1959, Hiroshima mon amour, was considered her breakout role.
Emmanuelle was 85-years-young when she was nominated for Best Actress in 2012 for her role in the film, Amour. Emmanuelle played a stroke victim whose husband cares for her in the last years of her life. That role won her a BAFTA award as well as an Oscar nomination. (She had really good luck with projects with “amour” in the title, huh?) A beloved figure of French stage and cinema, was proof that age matters very little when it comes to success.
Emmanuelle’s only competition for oldest Oscar nominee overall in history was Titanic’s 87-year- old Gloria Stuart, who was nominated in 1997 for Best Supporting Actress.
Emmanuelle was still working as of last year, having filmed a movie in Iceland. French president Francois Hollande noted in a statement that she “deeply marked French cinema” and “created intense emotion in all the roles she played.”
Rest in peace, Emmanuelle.
It’s official: this year’s Oscars needs to be one 3-hour-long In Memoriam. The winners can pick up their statues in the parking lot.
The Hollywood Reporter says that another great is now gone. John Hurt died at the age of 77. It’s not known what John died of, but in 2015, he announced that he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. John went through treatment and later in 2015, he said that his cancer was in remission.
Sir John was in a million classics and was memorable in all of them. He was in The Elephant Man, Alien, three Harry Potter movies, The Black Cauldron, Dogville, V for Vendetta, Snowpiercer, Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull (“Why did you have to mention that one?” – Sir John, probably) and on and on and on. Recently, he played the priest that Jackie Kennedy has a deep talk with in Jackie. During his long career, he got two Oscar nominations (one for The Elephant Man and the other for Midnight Express). And on TV, Sir John was the War Doctor in Doctor Who.
Sir John once joked that he’s died so many times in movies that he probably holds the record.
“I don’t think anybody has died in films as often as I have. I think I’m probably in The Guinness Book of World Records.”
And on John Hurt’s YouTube page is a video titled The Many Deaths of John Hurt and it’s filled with 40 of his most famous death scenes. I hope the alien baby that popped out of his chest in Spaceballs greets Sir John at the gates of heaven with another rendition of Hello, Mah Baby, Hello, Mah Honey.
Rest in peace, Sir John Hurt. I will never forget the flawless Sharpie brows and impeccable rouge game you worked in I, Claudius.
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While George Michael is up in Heaven waiting for the angels to finish making him a sexy white leather biker jacket with holes cut in the back for his wings, his long-term boyfriend Fadi Fawaz is filling us in on some of the details of his death on Sunday.
We’ll never be able to show anyone that smile again and it’s all because that wretched trash monster of awfulness known as 2016 has struck again. Alan Thicke, who played one of the greatest (and hottest) TV dads of the 80s, died today at the age of 69. It gets sadder, Alan Thicke had a heart attack while playing hockey with his 19-year-old son Carter. He was taken to Providence St. Joseph’s Medical Center in Burbank, CA where he was pronounced dead.
TMZ says that Alan and Carter were playing at around 11 this morning when he started to have chest pains and eventually vomited. An ambulance took him to the hospital 30 minutes later. Many didn’t believe the news at first, because a tweet came from Alan’s account at around 2pm PST. But Alan’s rep confirmed to People that the world has lost a Canadian legend.
Alan started off as a game show host in his homeland of Canada before he went off to Hollywood. Norman Lear hired Alan to host a game show that I never knew existed but wish I could binge-watch tonight. The show was called Fernwood-2-Night and it was a talk show based on characters from the cult gem Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman. Alan hosted a few more game shows, including Thicke of the Night, before he was cast as psychiatrist and DILF Jason Seaver on Growing Pains. Alan played Jason Seaver for all 7 seasons of Growing Pains.
After Growing Pains, Alan guest starred on a million other shows like Married…with Children, The Bold and the Beautiful and How I Met Your Mother. This year, he was on episodes of Fuller House and This Is Us.
Alan and his ex-wife Gloria Loring (Robin Thicke’s mom) worked together to create some of the diamonds in the TV show theme song treasure chest. They wrote the theme songs for Facts of Life and Diff’rent Strokes.
Alan Thicke is survived by his wife Tanya Callau and his three kids, Robin, Brennan and Carter.
Rest in peace, Alan Thicke. Thank you for everything, especially this perfection:
That evil dead-souled monster 2016 just had to come along and repeatedly knee us all in the heart by taking away one of America’s favorite moms, Carol Brady, on Thanksgiving of all days. Every piece of leftover pie is going to taste like lukewarm shit today. Pour out all of the Wesson oil, because Florence Henderson died yesterday. She was 82.