Over the weekend, Kim Cattrall took a metaphorical flame thrower to any possible future working relationship with Sarah Jessica Parker by accusing her of fake condolences for her late brother Christopher Cattrall. But Kim doesn’t appear to hate everything about SATC. Sorry SJP, it’s just you.
After Kim announced that her brother was found dead after going missing, UsWeekly says that Cynthia Nixon reached out to Kim on Instagram with her thoughts and condolences. Cynthia wrote: “Hey Kim, such awful news. So sorry to hear. Sending you love. XO.” Cynthia might have also reached out to Kim via phone, because Kim replied:
“Cynthia, hearing your voice meant so much to me. Thank you for reaching out. Love Kim.”
If Kim still likes Cynthia, then I suppose SATC fans could hold out hope that Kim would be okay with a third Sex and the City movie. Just as long as Samantha’s scenes are shot solely at two-person brunches with Miranda. I’m for it! Who wouldn’t want to see Miranda’s extremely disgusted face after Samantha tells a story about getting electrocuted by her robotic sex doll?
The Sarah Jessica Parker and Kim Cattrall feud is getting more and more ridiculous by the day. It was fun when Joan Crawford and Bette Davis did it because they were such icons and each of them knew how to bring the drama in fun and subtle ways. Kim and SJP’s feud is just the sad Jr. High School equivalent.
After Kim’s recent “you’re nothing to me you fake ass bitch” scorcher directed at SJP for offering her condolences on the death of her brother, SJP has wisely swallowed her tongue. For now. But Hollywood Life says the beaver has seen its shadow and we’ll likely have six more weeks of squabbling. They have an exclusive via an anonymous source who says SJP’s planning to “clap back” at Kim for making her sound like a real see you next Tuesday.
In horrible news that you may have already heard, Kim Cattrall’s missing brother was found dead. In horrible news for Sarah Jessica Parker, Kim Cattrall funneled her grief into publicly revealing exactly how she feels about her. It amounts to “lose my number, you fake-ass bitch.” Continue reading
The drama over a Sex and the City 3 film, something some people (like Sarah Jessica Parker and Kristin Davis) are very into, started when Kim Cattrall let it be known in no uncertain terms that she would rather yama-kippa-yay-blow her brains out than purr like Samantha again. Kim reportedly stalled production with some diva demands, then called out SJP for starting the “Kim is a diva” rumor. Then Kim claimed she was never friends with SJP. And that has SJP heartbroken.
We will always have Sex and The City to thank for the divine inspiration that led Michael to gift us with the moniker Rojo Caliente. For that I am thankful. But I, and I think many Americans, have successfully moved the fuck on. And late last year, the hookers of SATC seemed to have come to terms with the end of the road after Kim Cattrall said she couldn’t take it anymore and put the kibosh on a third installment of the movie franchise. I mean, they went down kicking and screaming and clawing each others eyes out, but it seemed like it was safe to toss the dirt on the coffin. Not so fast! Sarah Jessica Parker was on Ellen recently and made it sound as if SATC might have been buried alive.
Angelina Jolie Decided To Fulfill Someone’s Feathered 60s Fantasy Last Night (And Other Looks From The Golden Globes)
Almost everyone who walked the Golden Globes red carpet this year wore black to protest Hollywood’s sexual misconduct problem. One thing that wasn’t being protested was good taste. There were a lot of black velvet outfits on that red carpet. Sure, it’s a bit of an obvious choice, but a choice I was absolutely here for, because anything that makes my brain start blasting “Black Velvet” by Alannah Myles gets two thumbs up from me.
But some people went a little more experimental with their all-black interpretation. Like Angelina Jolie, who showed up to the Golden Globes in some goth Lawrence Welk Show realness by Atelier Versace. It’s a little Barbra Streisand at the 1969 Oscars, with a splash of 60s televangelist, all poured onto a fainting couch and garnished with, “But detective, I swear my husband was dead when I found him!”