Colin Farrell was photographed on the set of new Apple+ show, Sugar. It’s sci-fi crime, sure whatever, it’s all a blur in the streaming wars. But here’s the thing with Colin Farrell: he could be way more famous than he is and actively chooses not to be. No social media, very few interviews, no shenanigans. He used to be a real rascal (remember when he walked the red carpet with Britney Spears?), and while I do think he was great for gossip at one point, it’s also nice that he is now a non-story. It’s like when a celebrity marriage is boring, that’s a good sign in terms of overall health and happiness. Even his fan pages are pretty reasonable.


The stereotype of a celebrity assistant is an overrun, underappreciated young person who has to cater to the whims of an unreasonable tyrant. Very Devil Wears Prada, but in reality a lot of celebrities have assistants that work with them for years and years (like Beyoncé and Sam Greenberg, and Gwyneth Paltrow and Kevin Keating), and it becomes a familial relationship. Conan O’Brien’s former assistant and podcast co-host wrote a book, The World’s Worst Assistant (she’s doing some promo in Canada right now), and it’s noteworthy because usually there’s an NDA in place, even for the nice ones. It’s just standard. But Conan is fully supportive, and it’s refreshing when something we hope is true about a celebrity actually is true: he’s not secretly throwing staplers at his team behind the scenes. 


I had to Google the timeline because I assumed Twilight pre-dated Twitter, but actually no, that’s not the truth, Ellen. The first tweet was sent in 2006 and Twilight came out in 2008. But even now, 14 years later, we are still getting top tier tweets about the movie. The baseball scene goes viral at least once a year. In a way, a movie like Twilight lends itself to a live tweeting, communal experience (minus the Robsten truthers).


We’ve had two Creed breakups bookend the season: early June (yes, I know it’s technically spring but it FEELS like summer), and late August. I’m talking about Lori Harvey and Michael B. Jordan, and Sylvester Stallone and Jennifer Flavin, obviously. This feels like a rom-com brewing, maybe a remake of Crazy, Stupid, Love. Everything else is rebooted/remade/reimagined, why not this?


OK I’m off next week so please keep track of my favourites. Unlike Karlie Kloss, I will not be on yacht in Lake Como.