Ariana Grande decided to gift herself–and I guess also us–with the gift of some sweet 90s nostalgia by bringing up four out five members of NSYNC on stage to perform at Coachella with her. Now it’s being rumored that there might be more to come. JC Chasez, Lance Bass, Chris Kirkpatrick and Joey Fatone are thinking about pulling themselves a Spice Girls-special and reuniting without…HIM.
Could it be that we finally have an answer to the age-old philosophical debate: Is Justin Timberlake necessary? Judging from the reaction of fans who watched Ariana Grande’s Coachella set last night, the answer is: Who? According to Vulture, as the headlining act for Sunday night, Ariana gave thousands of NSYNC fans the night of their lives by reuniting the band, sans JT.
While that may look like a group of middle-aged dorks visiting the Hollywood Walk of Fame star of their favorite actor, Adam Sandler, before going to party at 4pm at Dave & Buster’s, it’s actually middle-age-ish dorks getting their Hollywood Walk of Fame star today. If me Googling “How can I relieve my sciatica pain?” didn’t confirm to me that we all get old, this picture of *NSYNC did.
Like all of us, *NSYNC’s fans are getting old, but thousands of them still pulled their IcyHot-slathered limbs out of bed at the hour of the dead this morning to camp out in Hollywood to see Chris Kirkpatrick (looking like Guy Fieri’s #1 fan), Lance Bass (looking like a South Florida realtor), JC Chasez (looking like the country’s least popular Vincent Vega impersonator), Joey Fatone (looking extra DILF-ey, you can judge me for that), and Justin Timberlake (looking like a ~hip~ preacher of a new age church).
When it was confirmed that Justin Timberlake is headlining the 2018 Super Bowl halftime show at the U.S. Bank Stadium in Minneapolis, Minnesota, many said that he should rise from the bowels of the stage flanked by his boys Lance Bass, JC Chasez, Chris Kirkpatrick, and Joey Fatone, followed by letting Janet Jackson rip part of his pants off. But even though Justin and Janet are allegedly good now, she wasn’t approached by him to join him on stage. As for NSYNC, Joey Fatone swore that there wasn’t going to be a reunion at the Super Bowl. As it turns out, Joey might have been fibbing, because every member of NSYNC have been spotted in Minnesota this week.
Sorry to be the bearer of bad new but it looks like Justin Timberlake will be going it alone for his performance at this year’s Super Bowl Halftime Show. TMZ talked to Joey Fatone outside a club the other night and he made it clear that there will be no much needed *NSYNC injection to dilute the 100% pure, raw and uncut JT performance. Joey says there will be no reunion! And no Janet Jackson either! But Joey! Will the Robin Williams-faced sex bot from the Filthy video make an appearance?!
Sausage Party is that computer animated horror movie about talking food murder that was made by stoners for stoners and it had its premiere in L.A. last night. Salma Hayek does the voice of a gayelle taco shell named Teresa in Sausage Party and so she was at the premiere where she grabbed the buns of a giant hot dog bun in heels and posed with two lettuce heads as though they were her tits. I will say the same thing I said when I somehow* caught myself watching most of Grown Ups 2 on Starz one night:
Salma Hayek, you can act, you’re hot and you’re married to a billionaire. You do not need to do this shit. The end.
But now that I think about it, maybe being married to an over-filled money vault depleted all of the fucks she had to give and now she does whatever she wants. Maybe she really wants to be in an Adam Sandler movie, and do the voice of a taco-bumping taco and pose with lettuce tits. Well, if that’s the case, then Salma should’ve at least gotten one of her minions to fetch her ass some lettuce heads that weren’t falling apart and didn’t look all sad-like. They’re doing a disservice to real magnificent chichis!
And here’s pictures of a bunch of people at last night’s premiere. When exactly did Michael Cera shape-shift into Fran Lebowitz?
* Blame it on the weed mixed with my self-hate.