Brad Pitt’s Moneyball needed to get to $20 million this weekend if it has any hope of arriving at a multiple of 4 or more. And it did. Which means it’ll make at least $80 million, if not more. And that means that a trip to the Oscars is looking very, very, VERY good. It’s also an argument in support of those who believe that any press is good press. After all, his face was featured, along with his ex-wife’s, on almost every tabloid cover leading up to the movie’s open.
Moneyball’s success means we’re one step closer to something I’ve had a hard-on for for a while now: a mega-stacked awards season featuring the Brange, and Clooney, and Matt Damon, and maybe Leo (even though the J Edgar trailer looks like a joke), Michael Fassbender, Ryan Gosling, a death-match between Meryl Streep and Glenn Close, and a girl with a dragon tattoo.
See? Everybody wins.
And how was Pan Am for you? Embarrassingly bad, non? And for those who have asked me why I said Charlie’s Angels was the sh-t to Pan Am’s diarrhoea -- Charlie’s Angels knows what it is and doesn’t pretend to be anything more. Pan Am on the other hand, with all its try-hard comparison to Mad Men, is a pathetic pretender. If Pan Am were trying to sell me on the truth -- that it’s really just Gossip Girl on an airplane -- I’d enjoy it with a different standard. That it fronts like it’s something cerebral? Please. Aren’t you tired of being insulted by your television???
The Season 4 premiere of Being Erica on CBC! Watch!
Yours in gossip,