Open Post: Hosted By Maggie Gyllenhaal Working The Corner

Here’s Maggie Gyllenhaal doing her best to exude “$2 for a blow, $5 for a lay” glamour on the set of the HBO pilot The Deuce, which is about the pre-Disney days of Times Square when you could buy discount ass and the bad shit on the same corner.

Maggie plays a seasoned pussy peddler named Candy. (Side note: Is every 70s hooker named Candy?) If this pilot gets picked up, I’m sure we’ll find out that Candy was an orphan from California whose heartless mother Mrs. Roper abandoned her shortly after giving birth to her in the bathroom of the Regal Beagle, because she didn’t want Mr. Roper finding out that she made a baby with Mr. Furley. That wig! It looks like it was made with poodle pubes. Candy needs to up her prices so she can upgrade her wig situation. That wig looks like it was once sold as “Harpo Marx hair” in the clearance section of a costume store the day after Halloween.

With that being said, this is the hottest that Maggie Gyllenhaal has EVER looked!

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Somewhere There’s A Barbie Dream House That’s Missing Its Curtains

Andy Samberg’s tiny-voiced wife Joanna Newsom is sort of known for having a “fuck it, I wear what I want” attitude when it comes to red carpet clothes. Which is great, because, fuck it – wear what you want. And last night was no exception. Obviously the WTF Award went to Heidi Klum and whatever the hell she was wearing, but Joanna came pretty close.

Joanna’s look is sort of a mix between “accident at the Mattel factory involving a Pink n’ Pretty dining room set” and “fancy new money jellyfish“, and I don’t hate it. She looks like what I imagine Miss Piggy’s powder room looks like; just tons of random fabric and shit covered in gems. Also, if you squint a little, her dress sort of looks like a penis with a wart on the tip. Just me? Okay.

Other than Joanna, not many other famous types brought the messy eleganza. Probably because they knew it was going to be so hot, and they just couldn’t be bothered. That, or they knew no matter how foolish they tried to look, they’d be no match for Alan Cumming and his dress CROCS.

Regardless, here’s a bunch of other dresses from last night. And pants! A bunch of ladies wore pants. I don’t really blame them; it’s a lot easier to run back and forth to the bar during commercials if you don’t have to pull 30 lbs of fabric along with you.

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Elizabeth Olsen Vs. A Gust Of French Wind

Wind truly is the shameless pervert of the weather world. It’s always blowing up skirts and blowing against the crotch parts of pants. Sure, rain makes everyone look like they’re starring in a low-budget wet clothes fetish porno, but at least rain helps flowers grow. Wind does nothing but embarrass you. Case in point, Elizabeth Olsen at a Miu Miu fragrance launch in Paris on Saturday. Chris Evans’ secret on-set girlfriend showed up wearing a dress from the Shirley Partridge Collection, and it only took about three seconds in front of the paps before that sleazy creep came and blew up her dress. Inappropriate, wind!

Thankfully, Elizabeth brought a pussy-hiding purse with her and she was able to push her dress back down. Still, she might want to take a cue from The Queen and fill her skirt hem full of weights next time. And yes, there will be a next time – there’s always a chance that a no-good skirt-flipping gust of wind is lurking around, ready to pounce and expose your down-lows. The wind is the Joe Francis of the meteorology world.

But if Elizabeth really wants to get back at the wind, she could always ask her pocket goth older sisters, the Olsen Twins, to put a curse on it. What am I saying? They probably already have beef with the wind. One strong gust, and they’re blown thirty feet into the air like two plastic bags.

Here’s more of Elizabeth at the Miu Miu event, as well as Kate Moss, Amber Heard, the Gyllenhaal-Sarsgaards, and Sally Draper.

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Maggie Gyllenhaal Says She’s Been Told She’s Not “Pretty And Sexy Enough” To Be An Actress

Maggie Gyllenhaal, who once confessed that some people think she’s way too fucking old to play anyone’s love interest, recently admitted during a roundtable interview with The Hollywood Reporter that sometimes she doesn’t even make it to the “Bitch, you are too fucking old” part of the audition. Maggie says that ever since she started out in Hollywood, people have given her the same look the pig people give Donna Douglas in that Twilight Zone episode and told her she’s not “pretty enough” or “sexy enough” to be an actress.

“When I was starting out, I used to hear ‘no’ a lot and still do. And, ‘You’re not sexy enough. You’re not pretty enough.’ When I was really young, I auditioned for this really bad movie with vampires. I wore a dress to the audition that I thought was really hot. Then I was told I wasn’t hot enough. My manager at the time said, ‘Would you go back and sex it up a little bit?’ So I put on leather pants, a pink leopard skinny camisole and did the audition again and still didn’t get the part. (Laughter.) After that, I was like, OK, fuck this!”

Wait a minute – Hollywood is a superficial place filled with rude assholes who only care about looks? I’m shocked!

Maggie just addressed a very real problem in Hollywood; there isn’t a single acting school that offers a class on how to properly sex it up for auditions. Obviously such a class needs to exist, and it should be taught by the Lee Stasberg of sexiness herself, Bai Ling. Leather pants and a pink leopard camisole? That’s way too classy for a “really bad” vampire movie. See, if Maggie had been educated by a pro like Bai Ling, she’d have know that a future direct-to-DVD movie about vampires requires a tastelessly-short miniskirt made from a trash bag, a shirt made from plastic fake vampire teeth, and a pair of over-the-knee boots from Skank’s Choice Discount Shoe Warehouse. That’s how you sex it up and land an audition.

Here’s more of Maggie from The Hollywood Reporter’s roundtable interview, which also included Ruth Wilson, Viola Davis, shade hero Jessica Lange, Taraji P. Henson, and Lizzie Caplan.

Maggie Gyllenhaal Was Told She’s Too Old To Play The Love Interest Of A 55-Year-Old

“Yes? And?” thought Hollywood, before it called up an airbrushed picture of an unborn fetus and informed it that they got the part as Johnny Depp’s girlfriend.

During an interview with The Wrap, 37-year-old Maggie Gyllenhaal confessed that she was recently told she was too damn dusty to play the love interest of a 55-year-old dude and was shown the door. For those of you who are bad at math, that means someone thought an age gap of 18 years wasn’t large enough. Is Hollywood run by gross old men who are taking advice from barely-legal gold diggers? Wait, don’t answer that.

“There are things that are really disappointing about being an actress in Hollywood that surprise me all the time. I’m 37 and I was told recently I was too old to play the lover of a man who was 55. It was astonishing to me. It made me feel bad, and then it made me feel angry, and then it made me laugh.”

In the real world, it’s not weird for a 55-year-old to date a 37-year-old. And 37 is young in regular years! But in Hollywood years, a 37-year-old woman is basically a mummified corpse. Come on Maggie, you’ve been in Hollywood long enough to know the casting breakdown for women based on their ages. Anything 0-17 is a daughter, 18-21 is a girlfriend or fiancé, 22-25 is a wife, 26-35 is an ex-wife, 36-40 is a grandmother, and anything older than that gets witch, scary homeless gypsy woman, or wrinkly old lady watching TV in a nursing home. What am I saying? Even the casting notice for the role of nursing home lady would be like “Yes, she’s at death’s door, but nothing over 51 please.”

And like it even matters how old Maggie Gyllenhaal is? It’s Hollywood! They’ll just end up CGI’ing all the age out of her face anyway.

Once Again, Lupita Nyong’o Shows The Red Carpet How It’s Done

You know you’re a legend-in-the-making when you roll up to the SAG Awards and serve up a hot slice of red carpet eleganza better than the SAG Awards red carpet itself. I bet the red carpet spent the rest of the night hissing “That bitch stole my look!” to anyone who would listen before finally accepting the fact that Lupita Nyong’o did it better. Bitch color-coordinated her dress to everything around her! That’s commitment.

Yes, technically Lupita’s dress is a typical fancy awards show dress, but it also sort of looks like what I imagine Beetlejuice’s prom date wore to the Netherworld High prom, or a piece of avant-garde Christmas wrapping paper. Lupita’s dress looks like the curtains Maria would use to make power suits for the von Trapp children if they ever remade The Sound of Music and set it in 1984. But more than anything, it reminds me a piece of goth Fruit Stripe gum, and I love it, because I love goths and I love Fruit Stripe gum.

Also, it’s got one of those huge-ass skirts you can sit with your legs wide open in all night and won’t show wine stains, which always gets two ketchup chip crumb-covered thumbs up from a slob like me.

Here’s more of Lupita working it out on the red carpet, as well as Emma Stone (whose shady goth real estate agent dress tried to take out Naomi Watts), a My Little Victoria Pony-looking Lorelei Linklater, Laverne Cox who – as usual – did Beyonce better than Beyonce, and everyone else:

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