If you were a youngster back in the late 90s and early aughts, none of the numerous manufactured boy bands had more of an impact on some of our clothing habits (Abercrombie & Fitch) and an acquired distaste for cultural cuisine (Chinese food) than LFO. Their 1999 smash “Summer Girls” was so huge that the band members should all be living their best middle-aged lives lounging around their tackily adorned McMansion pools in popped-collar polo shirts, still reeking of Abercrombie Fierce cologne. But in a sad turn of events, Brad Fischetti is the sole surviving member of LFO, with Rich Cronin, Devin Lima, and Brian “Brizz” Gillis all passing away over the last decade or so. Though many wonder if the band might be cursed, Brad says he can’t let that consume him, and he thinks his bandmates would want him to continue telling their story and sharing their music.
Francis Ford Coppola’s Personally Funded Passion Project “Megalopolis” Is Reportedly Hemorrhaging Money And Talent
Three years ago, nepo daddy Francis Ford Coppola was bemoaning the state of CINEMA, placing the blame for its nosedive from high art to repetitive drivel squarely on the shoulders of those “despicable” “Marvel pictures.” At the time, Francis was already decades into production on the “most ambitious film” of his career, Megalopolis, which he is so passionate about, he’s reportedly sunk “tens of millions” of his own money into bringing it to the screen. And he ain’t talking about your dang phone! Francis means the huge silver one with dazzling images and the sound that you can feel and the whatnot. Megalopolis may be one man’s vision, but it takes a lot of money and manpower to make that vision a reality, and Francis is reportedly hemorrhaging both.
Even though Tom Hanks started the pandemic, I don’t think there’s an actor in Hollywood whose career has been more affected by it than Ana De Armas. Just as she was about to soar to new heights like a phoenix rising from the ashes of Ben Affleck’s back, lofted up, up, up to the stars by Daniel Craig’s propulsive Knives Out Foghorn Leghorn accent, the entire industry fell out of the sky and landed squarely on Daniel’s Peppa Pig No Time To Die accent, which was supposed to be Ana’s next big break, delaying that film’s release two entire years. Then came the snails *shiver*. Now, as if two cursed projects weren’t enough, in walks Blonde to a chorus of “BUT WHY?”s, and I’m not just talking about the talking fetus that gave Netflix the vapors. Well, unfortunately for Ana, her Blonde director Andrew Dominik answered that question in an interview with the British Film Institute in which he reduces Marilyn and Jane Russell in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes to “well-dressed whores.” Ana, I know you believe in ghosts so believe me when I tell you— Ana you in danger, girl!
…And then there was one. Gemma Chan is the golden angel floating high above the smoldering embers of the Don’t Worry Darling Express which flew off the tracks in some suburban desert near Bakersfield and somehow landed, still ablaze and spewing toxic fumes, all the way in Chris Pine’s lap at the film’s Venice Film Festival premiere. Gemma probably slept like a baby last night as her costars Chris, Florence Pugh, Harry Styles, and Nick Kroll, and her director Olivia Wilde were still stumbling around the wreckage in a daze with Olivia looking for Harry, Harry looking for a clue, Nick looking for chapstick, Chris still looking for his sunglasses and Miss Flo looking for a refill on her Aperol Spritz. Somebody call 311, there’s been a beautiful disaster!
Shia LeBeouf Vehemently Denies That Olivia Wilde Fired Him From “Don’t Worry Darling” And He’s Converted To Catholicism
Don’t worry about all those repugnant things Shia LeBeouf has done or been accused of, or will do or be accused of, because all is forgiven. In an effort to rehabilitate his career, if not his personality, Shia’s been saved! USA Today reports that Shia has taken his latest role, an Italian priest in a biopic called Padre Pio, to heart and converted to Catholicism. Shia is so pious now that he’s become a crusader for truth. As such, after Olivia Wilde told Variety she fired him from Don’t Worry Darling, God led his hand straight to his saved messages folder and told his new convert to impale her with his mighty sword of truth. Shia reached out to Variety after Olivia’s interview was published and shared a number of text messages, videos, and emails that contradict Olivia’s claim. Shia says he quit. And then some. It’s a MESS. I’m afraid Olivia’s been served in public once again. Good thing those messages didn’t burn up when he was rolling with Satan. God only saves those who save themselves by saving those receipts!
Given all the drama surrounding Olivia Wilde’s upcoming psychological thriller/unintentional comedy Don’t Worry Darling starring Zach Braff’s former boo Florence Pugh and Olivia’s current boo Harry Styles, it’s easy to forget that things could be worse. When the movie went into production, Shia LeBeouf was starring opposite Flo “as suburban husband” who “may or may not be gaslighting his wife,” but was replaced by her first-choice, Harry, with no reason given other than a “scheduling conflict.” A bit later Olivia admitted that she shit canned Shia for violating her “no assholes policy” on set, but in her recent Variety interview, she claims that she fired him because her priority was to make sure Flo felt safe and supported given the “vulnerable situations” she’d be putting her in. Based on what we’ve heard, I’m not sure how safe and supported Flo felt when Olivia started fucking her co-star, but at least she never had to see Shia with his shirt off. That “creeper” clown chest tattoo alone is enough to send anybody to trauma therapy.