I don’t know which Project Runway reject fucked up the Overstock.com bedsheet challenge this badly either. And to think, we were so worried about Lizzo getting her juice all over the folding chairs at The Staples Center, we forgot to worry about potential coochie-contact with the upholstered seats at the Shrine Auditorium. However, Sarah Hyland’s short and confusing floral 4th of July bunting skirt was an outlier. For the most part, the outfits on display at last night’s Screen Actors’ Guild Awards were a lot more conservative, ranging from the tiered ruffles and billowy chiffon of a modest religious sect, to tailored suits. On ladies! Hollywood is confusing.
Fosse! Fosse! Fosse! Sam Rockwell And Michelle Williams Are Set To Star In A FX Limited Series With Lin-Manuel Miranda Producing
Jazz hands up, toes down! Sam “I always feel like somebody’s watching me” Rockwell and the other Michelle Williams are set to star in an FX limited series about dance legends Bob Fosse and Gwen Verdon. Geeks like me rejoice! Only, can these two even dance? Variety reports that Lin-Manuel Miranda will be an executive producer and the first episode will be directed by LMM frequent collaborator Thomas Kail (also producing) who’s directed productions of “Hamilton” for the stage, as well as Grease Live! on Fox. The show, which is going by the title Fosse/Verdon for now, will be based on the book Fosse which I read because I can’t touch a hat without sliding my fingers across the brim back and forth. Yes, even ball caps.
Note that I left out the word “mess,” as there’s no question that the messiest part of the red carpet was most likely the three square feet of space occupied by Ryan Seacrest.
If there was an award for red carpet fashion that makes you question a stylist’s sanity, Nicole Kidman would be that category’s Meryl Streep. Nicole arrived in an Armani Prive gown that does double duty. From the waist-up she’s very mascot of a sexy frozen fish company, and from the waist down I’m getting a reminder to please separate my plastic recyclables from my paper.
He looks like if Damien from The Omen got a job at Jiffy Lube. That’s current Hollywood slobber object Timothee Chalamat holding his statue for Best Male Lead for his part as a teenage twink in love with a much older dude in Call Me By Your Name. The Independent Spirit Awards were held yesterday. Variety reports that Jordan Peele’s “white people really ARE evil!” horror/comedy/satire Get Out won for Best Feature and Best Director, and honestly, why is Timothee dressed like a gas station attendant? Surely choosing an outfit for these things isn’t that much of a stressor that you say “eff it” and go with coveralls?