Recapping Hunter Schafer’s superior Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes press tour fits. A bonkers, steezy delight the whole way through. This girl can DRESS, and she knows it, and she does it. (Go Fug Yourself)


Kayleigh Donaldson is tackling “accent accuracy” after the fit everyone is pitching about Joaquin Phoenix’s American accent in Napoleon. I am always on the side of actors giving their best performance, and too often, accents get in the way. I just don’t care about accents, I’d rather have a good performance than a good accent, if it comes down to it. Besides, Phoenix isn’t NOT doing an accent, there’s definitely an inflection in his voice, but it seems to be emphasizing his own California intonation, exaggerating his vowels so Napoleon sounds sort of like if Spicoli went through a military school. His performance is so good, who cares about the accent? (Pajiba)    

Eric McCormack’s wife, Janet Holden McCormack, filed for divorce the day before Thanksgiving. Oh PLEASE give me the tea on the date of that filing. I mean, filing right before the court closes for a major holiday?! SPILL IT, GIRL. (People)       


Omid Scobie’s Endgame is out this week, his book about the British royal family in their post-QEII era. I’m sure people are being very normal about it and not deranged at all. He is right about the infantilization of Princess Kate, though, there is very little focus on the substance of her work or fair-minded criticism when issues do arise. Such as—there is very little substance in her work. I am just waiting for someone to point out that the media focuses SO much on her hair and clothes because there is no there there. Omid Scobie at least has the guts to point out the way the coverage babies her, though. (Celebitchy)

Eighties Icons at war! Daryl Hall and John Oates of the band Hall & Oates are engaged in a legal battle of their own, relating to ownership of their music and publishing rights. Hall is already on record cautioning artists about selling their catalogs, and now he wants to stop Oates from selling his share in their joint partnership to an equity firm, Primary Wave Music (which already owns a stake of their catalog). What have I said? PRIVATE EQUITY RUINS EVERYTHING. (Variety)