Tom Cruise Gossip
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Little Sci turned 1 last Wednesday – same day as Grier Henchy, 2nd daughter of Brooke Shields, with whom the GMD famously feuded over postpartum depression. Not known whether or not Little Sci had a xenu-themed birthday party of her own but she did show up at Grier’s party on Saturday along with her parents looking cuter than ever. Full Story
The Spears Family draggin’ their sh-t out for public consumption… verging on not fun smut.
So how’s this for Canadian contrasts? The Ellen Show today…Ryan Gosling – SO endearing, so funny, so likeable. And then Avril Lavigne – SO the opposite. One you want to get to know better, the other you couldn’t give a f&ck.
Why? Because Ryan Gosling actually has a personality, although he might want to stay away from skinny jeans.
And forgot to mention – saw Fracture a few days ago. Call me Cruise but AnThony Hopkins (don’t forget the hard “T” per Gwyneth) is a sexy beast. Creepy, crawly, crazy…but sexy. The man is a f&cking master. And watching him spar onscreen with the one of Hollywood’s most talented young actors was fascinating – like he was challenging Ryan Gosling in every scene: bring it kid, come to school, I’m far from dead.
Love, love, love.
Friday – live blogging, check back often for new posts including one addressing the panicked McGoslings.
Have a great weekend!
Yours in gossip,
Now Mischa Barton, though to be fair, even if it’s not her best look, and nowhere near her best look, nothing comes close to Jessica Simpson’s now legendary atrocity from earlier this week. Besides, the gorgessity of those boots on Mischa’s feet balance out the high waisted blue shorts anyway, non? Call me Cruise but I think she looks cute. Full Story
In NYC last night supporting a Church-driven detox program to help victims of 9/11. And while the GMD looked fresh and botoxed a few days ago, clearly the injections have less potency on his face than they do on his ex-wife’s…because girlfriend looks absolutely horrid. Like clammy and oily and tryin’ to be all manly man with his open-necked shirt, self consciously touching his expanding gut, in sharp contrast to his wife - lovely but devoid of any trace of sex appeal. Full Story
Married to that piece of hotness? Every day is her birthday. But what would a Posh birthday be without shopping? In Paris no less? Here they are, the Beckhams, colour and coif coordinated per usual, fighting off those smutty reports that they’ve grown apart due to her frequent jaunts to America. Full Story
I cannot tell you how f&cking brilliant this movie is. The kind of movie that stays with you and bothers you for days. I LOVED Little Children. I loved Kate Winslet in Little Children. She is complicated and conflicted and not all that likeable but very likeable and believable and … there are no words. Full Story
They had him on a short leash for a long time. And then he earned their trust. He behaved for a decade. He made babies, he held the queer feather deep inside. So then they loosened up. They let him go to Toronto. To dress up in drag for a movie called Hairspray. They let him run wild and free, away from the shackles, to taste freedom for a few months as reward for toeing the line for so long, confident that he’d been completely rehabilitated, confident that the doctrine had “fixed” his problem. Full Story
Heads up Shreveport…Katie Holmes is in town. So save her! Save her while you can! Because right now, she’s alone! The GMD has yet to join her, he will be doing so in a matter of days – which means she’s alone…but not really. Bet your boob job the Church has her handcuffed to the BFF shadow. Full Story
According to fashion critics, Kate’s designs for Topshop suck ass, with a senior staffer at Barney’s calling her “a working class slag from a crap town” and dismissing her clothes as cheap imitations of items she’s worn in the past created by “real” style mavericks. Full Story
Navigating the gossip terrain is a tricky business. Celebrity spin, publicists feeding fake stories, weeding through the sales and the conspiracies – unless you’re a card carrying member of the MiniVan Majority, you probably want to be a bit more discerning with your smut, right? Especially since the rags will pretty much print anything. Full Story
Many of you wrote yesterday deploring Naomi Watts’s bra-less appearance at the Tom Ford store opening the night before. Some called it “crude”, others decreed that “no pregnant should be without a bra” and even went so far as to compare her to Britney Spears.
Naomi Watts = Britney Spears?
Ah…no. Not even close.
Call me Cruise but I thought Naomi’s free tits looked kinda hot. Hot like Mother Fertility. Hot like she was just more comfortable that way. And since Naomi isn’t a famewhore like her BFF The Freeze, and since I’ve never been pregnant and since I never intend to be, since I can’t totally relate but I can imagine what it must be like to lug a bump around all day, I’m going to assume she was just more comfortable that way. That you may not have been but that she was. And that she chose to go out for a night on the town, grin and bear it with the fashionable and the pretentious but at the very least be comfortable doing so.
And for that, I love her even more.
Friday – live blogging, a new giveaway, and if it’s a slow day, perhaps reviving the Mailbag.
Have a great, great, great weekend. It’s NHL Playoff time in Canada…am headed to the game tonight. WITH my camera. Because Playoff time is Hockey Whore time.
Yours in gossip,