Granny Freeze: no love, no loyalty
Word is Granny Freeze Nicole Kidman has fired her publicist of 15 years. That’s a long, LONG time.
Gran is blaming Catherine Olim for the current suckassness of her career. As you know, her box office has been dismal, and Australia was a massive, embarrassing, and expensive example of it and so Nicole is looking for a new rep, a new direction, like it’s everything to do with strategy and nothing to do with the fact that her face doesn’t move and she’s a fraud for f-cking with it?
That may be what she’s telling herself but it’s certainly not an accurate assessment of her own image.
I loved Nicole Kidman post divorce. Loved her. Loved her in Moulin Rouge, loved her in The Hours so much, and really, really, really wanted her to win that Oscar.
But then the glacier arrived. A glacier that moved at rocket speed and suddenly took up residence across her forehead. And the lips – overnight it was like Ms Kidman grew a third one. Three lips stacked one on top of the other, and looking more youthful than a Disney child and...
That is not the Nicole I loved.
The new Nicole is hellbent on holding her 30s hostage. The new Nicole desperately wants to convince the world of her femininity with a husband for hire and, what many people was, a goose feather pillow.
These are not the flaws of a publicist.
Nicole and Keith Urban spotted leaving together but separately yesterday from their New York home.
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