Aunjanue Ellis-Taylor is ready for her latest Oscar run! (Go Fug Yourself)

 

The Prince and Princess of Wales attended the Royal Variety show last night, and despite being named as one of the “royal racists” in Omid Scobie’s Endgame, Princess Kate got a standing ovation. But as pointed out, whichever royal attends the event gets a standing O every year. It’s like standing O’s at Cannes, it just happens as if programmed by an algorithm. (Celebitchy)

Sydney Sweeney restores classic cars in her spare time. She has a new workwear collab with Ford that is practical, reasonably priced, and cute. Into it. (Popsugar)

 

Felicity Huffman gave her first interview in which she addressed her role in the college admissions scandal, for which she spent eleven days in jail. She said she did it because she thought it was the only way to “give [her] daughter a future” after Rick Singer warned her that her daughter wouldn’t get into any of her dream schools. 

Certainly, I can sympathize with a parent wanting the best for their child, but like…my grades were average and my test scores mediocre and my parents told me constantly, You will do well wherever you go because you will try. They didn’t think I would get into my dream school, either! But they didn’t do a cheating scandal about it, they just reassured me my life wouldn’t end if I didn’t go to a certain college. I don’t think Varsity Blues parents have truly grasped what they did was wrong. They’re still hiding behind “but my children!”. Meanwhile, I can’t stop thinking about the kids who worked their asses off, didn’t cheat, and lost a spot at THEIR dream school because a rich parent bought their kid a good SAT score. (People)

The latest entry into the (sad) state of sex in cinema debate is this thoughtful essay by Carlee Gomes (translated into English from Italian). She makes some good connections between the corporate conglomertization of media, the socio-economic turmoil of the last 20 years, and the increasingly anodyne cinema we consume. Sex is a luxury cinema can’t afford when every movie has to make a billion dollars and we cede our judgment to passionless algorithms to decide what we watch. (Lo Specchio Scuro)