Programming note: We will be dark on Monday, May 20 in observance of Victoria Day.
More Cannes fashion! Including Lily Gladstone in a great sequined dress. (Go Fug Yourself)
Boy sober? A dating cleanse? I kind of hate how wellness buzzwords infiltrate every area of life, but I DO think that taking time outs on dating can help, at least for me. It’s like pressing reset, giving me time to forget the most recent disaster date so I can try again later with a better attitude. Bad dates always make me tetchy for a while. (Popsugar)
Nicole Kidman sounds like she’s in a really good place—Tom Cruise Exes Thrive hive arise!—and she finds teenage girls “exquisite”, which I halfway thought was going to be an energy vampire thing, but then I remembered she has daughters, and they have to be around that age by now, which means she thinks her daughters are exquisite. Still, teenagers are terrifying. But as a lifelong Nic fan, I am happy to hear she’s happy. (Celebitchy)
Nathan Rabin went to the 25th anniversary screening of The Phantom Menace to re-watch it from his tempered adult perspective of lowered expectations, and with the hope that with the hype of a new Star Wars film removed, he might like the film better. Answer: It still sucks. And despite what Gen Z’s nostalgia bank will tell you, the movie IS bad, and now is somehow even worse, because the visual effects haven’t aged well. Nathan is one of the best when it comes to unpacking bad cinema, and The Phantom Menace truly is one of the most disappointing films of all time. (Nathan Rabin’s Happy Place)
“Chimney Doe” was the name of skeletal remains found inside the chimney of a Madison, Wisconsin music store in the 1980s. Now, thanks to advancements in DNA testing, the remains have been identified as belonging to Ronnie Joe Kirk, though how, exactly, he died and got stuck in a chimney remains a mystery. That part we may never know, but at least his identity is now known. I would say “at least his family knows what happened”, but now that they know who he is, it turns out Ronnie Joe abandoned his family in the 1970s. You know, these stories are always a mixed bag. (Milwaukee Journal Sentinel)
