Have finally caught up on all the Entourage I’ve missed during travels…and first 2 episodes of Season 4. Drama does this thing at the very end of 4.1 that will kill you, promise. Have to tell you, it’s kinda trippy watching it now that I have a thing for Adrian Grenier and can’t stand that tiny twat Kevin Connolly.
It was a bit confusing the schedule this season but to clarify: Season 3 just wrapped, Season 4 starts up immediately on Sunday June 17th on The Movie Network and Movie Central in Canada and on HBO in America. Had the opportunity to screen a preview – you will love, love, love.
Bit of nostalgia last night – Signs was on tv. Joaquin Phoenix minus the Elvis bloat with short hair and a supertoned body – sooo beautiful. Sigh. I miss him. But you know the wagon? That wagon? The wagon is like 2 towns away. Trust.
Still, I was riveted for an hour watching that movie, watching Mel Gibson before he lost his sh-t. Riveted even though the DVD is sitting on my shelf. Why is it that movies are on occasion better on tv with commercials than they are any time any day in your own home with no interruptions? Is it just me?
Am thrilled about your enthusiasm over the Roots Bag giveaway. One more day to enter – good luck!
Tuesday, online all day, new posts updated throughout.
Yours in gossip,
PS. Sounds like most of you are agreement that that senile old hag Barbara Walters needs to step off. I played back her bullsh*t message from jail yesterday on The View and that moment when she rebuked Joy for cracking a joke about Paris – because who hasn’t cracked a joke about Paris??? – the way Barbara comes to the Ebola defence, the way she openly smacked down one of her girls for a Hilton? Oh there is a side alright. There is a side and she picked it. Just like she picked Donald’s side…and the side of everyone else who can do her a favour. So much for integrity in reporting. The View, I’m done.
So maybe Zach Braff isn’t George Clooney but seriously…does he seriously have to stoop to this? At the very least he’s on a hit tv show. And he wrote and directed an acclaimed first feature. And he won a Grammy for a wicked soundtrack. And he dated Mandy Moore. And everyone knows that in Hollywood the quirky guy always gets the girls… Which is why it’s so baffling that Zach Braff has to resort to frat loser tactics that might not even fly in a small town Hooters, or even a sleazy bar in Calgary Alberta, let alone on the ladies of New York City. Full Story
In spite of the rumoured rowing and the knock down dirty fights behind closed doors, in spite of her ego at the expense of his ego, and the adoption and the adoption publicity, through thick and thin and injury, Madge and Guy are making it work…still together after all the ups and downs, now going on 7 years of marriage. Full Story
August 1997 - was getting over a bad breakup. The worst breakup. The worst because it was a waste of time – the kind of relationship you look back on and you say: I should have loved a piece of pork. A piece of pork would have been more useful. We were going to travel together, to work in a faraway land and spend our 20s on the road. Full Story
My cousin Cat brought this up a few weeks ago: what’s with the constant beaters? Does Ryan Phillippe own anything other than tank tops? Call me Cruise but with the exception of David Beckham, a man in a tank means instant de-quiver. Am all about the t-shirt. A just fit not too tight t-shirt with a print. Full Story
Daniel Craig in the water shooting scenes for a new movie he’s producing on location in South Africa. If you have a pulse and you’ve seen Casino Royale, the wet shirt will undoubtedly bring back memories of the shower. Don’t tell me you don’t remember the shower. After getting all manly man and killing his assassins, he finds his girl shaken and distraught sitting fully clothed in the shower. Full Story
Along with My Concrete Tits are Real, this must be her mantra: Victoria Beckham simply canNOT wear flats. She will eschew them always, even in favour of Nurse Shoes with a Wedge. Look at them. Tell me those aren’t nurse shoes with a wedge. Here’s Posh throwing out the first pitch at the Dodger game yesterday. Full Story
Angelina Jolie surprised everyone after Cannes in A Mighty Heart, kicking off Oscar speculation very early in the season with an unexpected bid and the Pitt publicity machine behind her full force, putting her up against Cate Blanchett’s second turn as Elizabeth in the Golden Age, long considered to one the one to beat. Full Story
Back in Vancouver, happy to be home if only for a few days… New York and London next week!
So at press time, Barbara Walters is getting ready to appear on The View this morning to discuss her impromptu phone call with Paris Hilton yesterday. Barbara was apparently on the phone with Kathy Hilton when Paris beeped in from prison. Paris said she wanted to chat, called Barbara collect, and explained that she has now found the Lord, that she is tired of “playing dumb”, that her old act was no longer “cute”, and that she plans to emerge from prison a changed person, ready to “make a difference.”
Indeed. As we all know, that sh-t is unkillable. Paris, like all deadly viruses, will survive jail. And she will especially survive a comfortable room in the prison infirmary, with a telephone at her disposable. How luxe. But while I don’t doubt that Hollywood Ebola will rage back stronger than ever, the stink today surrounds Barbara Walters – Barbara Walters the obsequious, who will undoubtedly fellate the Hilton family for the first exclusive, who will likely interview Paris without the hardhitting questions, with her head shoved so far up that black hole, just like it was at the height of the Rosie vs Donald bloodbath when she chose not to back up her girl but catered instead to the whim of her wealthy "friend"…if you ask me, Barbara Walters is the worst representative on a show supposed to represent women.
And I’ve no doubt, given her ties to the Hiltons, Walters will lead the Paris positivity parade… Beware Barbara Walters: the old broad has been infected.
Monday – blogging real time all day, check back often for fresh posts.
Yours in gossip,
PS. To Wendy and Ellery in Calgary – all my love and best wishes. Am hoping along with you that that baby girl stays safely tucked away for at least a few more weeks. Stay relaxed….will try to bring my best smut to help, Lainey
PPS. Tori Spelling and KFed Jr in Toronto this week attended to by a personal photographer/paparazzo seen following them around on several occasions by accident on purpose. Unfortunately, only one photo of their promotional visit has been published...snort. Master of Goldiggery gets no love in Canada? Eat that Junior…
I’m telling you, Rachel Zoe for Cameron Diaz is a resounding smash hit. Grudging sigh. Anyway, here’s Cam tonight in London for Shrek wearing a dress to kill for and slit pockets along the side – love dresses with pockets! Except usually they’re of the baby doll variety on a full-ish skirt. Full Story
Not sure why but this photo kills me. Only Antonio Banderas, you know what I mean? Only he could pull off that pucker. They are in London for the big splash premiere of Shrek. All of them, minus Eddie Murphy, on hand to take their film to the UK including Cam and Mike Myers but it’s the chemistry between JT and Zorro that is cracking me up the most. Full Story