Celebrity news & gossip from the world’s showbiz and glamour magazines (OK!, Hello, National Enquirer and more). We read them so you don’t have to, picking the best bits from the showbiz world’s maw and spitting it back at them. Expect lots of sarcasm.
We love dolls, or action figures (as you macho lads call them). We’ve seen the weirdest celebrity dolls of all time. We’ve seen dead dolls. And we’ve spliced and diced more Barbies then you can shake a nagging finger at.
On Imgur, Uh Jess shows has been makin his own dolls. He’s taken Barbie (always Barbie gets it) and turning them into David Bowie, as seen in the 1986 film Labyrinth.
The clunking dialogue. The ability to fold yourself in half and turn your partner into an origami swan. The hands made for w***ing and clutching a ‘martial sex aide’. Yeah. 50 Shades of Grey was made with Lego in mind:
In making American Sniper, Bradley Cooper transformed into Chris Kyle, hero of the Clint Eastwood movie about the late Navy SEAL:
“Walsh added that Cooper didn’t just use his workouts to create the right look for the role. He used them as a springboard to transform into Chris Kyle. The intensity of the workouts got him into the right frame of mind. Cooper would often place a picture of Kyle on the wall of the gym and he blasted Kyle’s personal playlist during workouts, listening to the kind of music that defined Kyle, everything from Metallica and Slipknot to Toby Keith. . . . Bradley Cooper started the program at 186 pounds and ended at 225 with roughly the same percent body fat. By the end of the program, he was performing rack pulls with 425 pounds for 10 reps.”
Cooper’s an actor. What about the real thing?
This isn’t the defining film of the Iraq War. After nearly a quarter century of war and occupation in Iraq, we still haven’t seen that film. I’m beginning to think we’re incapable as a nation of producing a film of that magnitude, one that would explore the civilian experience of war, one that might begin to approach so vast and profound a repository of knowledge. I’m more and more certain that, if such a film film ever arrives, it’ll be made by Iraqi filmmakers a decade or more from now, and it’ll be little known or viewed, if at all, on our shores. The children of Iraq have far more to teach me about the war I fought in than any film I’ve yet seen — and I hope some of those children have the courage and opportunity to share their lessons onscreen. If this film I can only vaguely imagine is ever made, it certainly won’t gross $100 million on its opening weekend.
The biggest problem I have with American Sniper is also a problem I have with myself.
It’s a problem I sometimes find in my own work, and it’s an American problem: We don’t see, or even try to see, actual Iraqi people. We lack the empathy necessary to see them as fully human. In American Sniper, Iraqi men, women, and children are known and defined only in relation to combat and the potential threat they pose. Their bodies are the site and source of violence. In both the film and our collective imagination, their humanity is reduced in ways that, ultimately, define our own narrow humanity. In American Sniper, Iraqis are called “savages,” and the “streets are crawling” with them. Eastwood and his screenwriter Jason Hall give Iraqis no memorable lines. Their interior lives are a blank canvas, with no access points to let us in. I get why that is: If Iraqis are seen in any other light, if their humanity is recognized, then the construct of our imagination, the ride-off-into-the-sunset-on-a-white-horse story we tell ourselves to push forward, falls apart.If we saw Iraqis as humans, we’d have to learn how to live in a world far, far more complicated and painful than the difficult, painful one we currently live in.
The movie is not real. It’s made to entertain. If you get your news from Hollywood, then you’re not that into news:
The news Ghostbusters movie is an all-female affair. It’s going to be fan-tastic. Dan Aykroyd and Bill Murray were at the top of their games when the first Ghostbusters film hit the big screens. But who needs them when you have a script like this?
Spotter and scriptwriter: Sean Mullins
The daughter of late American singer Whitney Houston has been found unresponsive in a bathtub in a home in Georgia, US police say.
The BBC adds:
Bobbi Kristina Brown, 21, was found by her husband and a friend, police said. They immediately started resuscitating her until police and medics arrived.
She was taken to a hospital in Roswell where she was said to be breathing.
Whitney Houston was found dead in February 2012, aged 48, in a bath in a hotel in Los Angeles.
Lisa Holland of Roswell Police Department told People: “Obviously we all know her mom died this very same way.”
Was that necessary? Because the Mail adds:
The LA County coroner said her death was as a result of drowning and effects of atherosclerotic heart disease and cocaine use
So. The same way?
Chelsea Handler has sat topless on a naked camel. It’s a statement, Handler says:
“A Muslim allowed a topless Jew to sit on his camel. And we say we can’t live side by side? I say we try and we can and we will. And, You don’t even have to be topless. L’chaim.”
Chelsea Handler lives in California.
Compare and contrast the views of Amal Clooney, wife to actor George Clooney.
On January 11 2015, Amal was at the 72nd Golden Globes, an acting AGM at the Beverly Hilton Hotel.
She sported a “Je Suis Charlie”, a nod to the journalists murdered for expressing an opinion.
Free Speech. No Buts.
On Janaury 28, Amal Clooney is a member of a legal team representing for Armenia at the European Court of Human Rights in Strasbourg, eastern France. Clooney is among the lawyers arguing at the European Court of Human Rights against a Turkish man convicted in Switzerland for denying the 1915 Armenian genocide. She is challenging a decision that ruled the manÂ’s right to free expression was violated.
Je Suis Charlie Hebdo. They just don’t want to be him.
Hey, it’s our right to demand an edn to free speech!
Back to the drawing board.
The Sun has news of pneumatic Playboy model Loredana Chivu (as seen above):
Playboy model’s dad killed himself after daughter’s nude shoot
A PLAYBOY model has revealed her father killed himself after she stripped off for a naked photo shoot. Loredana Chivu, 25, had always been close to her dad but he was furious when she appeared nude for the adult magazine aged 18.
What a horrible story.
He cut off all contact with his daughter and the pair didn’t speak for months. But when Loredana went to his house to make peace, she was horrified to find his lifeless body hanging in the attic.
Hollwyood has run dry of ideas when you get the third film Ghostsbusters made with an all-female cast. The Hollywood Reporter notes:
Melissa McCarthy, who was already in talks for one of the leads, has signed on for the Paul Feig-directed reboot, and the studio is now negotiating with Kristen Wiig, as well as “Saturday Night Live” players Leslie Jones and Kate McKinnon…
CNN spots that naysayers:
As some of the Twitterati accused the ladies-led “Ghostbusters” concept of being a “gimmick,” Feig swiftly responded, “Interesting how making a movie with men in the lead roles is normal but making a movie with women in the lead roles is a ‘gimmick.’ #its2014.”
Morgan Freeman nails Black History Month and ends racism, just like Rosa Parks and her fried chicken did
Morgan Freedman nails Black History M0nth and the obsession with division:
The Republican National Committee has congratulated civil rights hero Rosa Parks for her role in ending racism”.
Meanwhile…over at NBC it’s fried chicken fot all the folks (via):
Such are the facts…
Celebrity Big Brother is making news in the tabloids. In the Sun and Star (now the only paper for topless stunnas - watch those readership figures soar!). Both papers have a league table of how the housemates are getting along.
The top two spots in the Sun’s list are occupied by Sun columnist Katie Hopkins (“bloody hilarious” and “no longer heartless”) and Sun columnist Katie Price.
Over in the Star, the Number 1 hosuemate is “laugh-a-minute” Keith Chegwin, who in the Sun‘ is “starting to crack” and “needs to crack a few more jokes”. Chegwin was once the hsot of Naked Jungle, the the Channel 5 “gameshow for naturists”. That was when Channel 5 was owned By Richard Desmond, who also, er, owns the Daily Star.
Such are the facts…
Fantastic! Ray Charles tries to get arrhythmic and tone-deaf English kids to sing ‘Hit the Road Jack’ in 1964
Fantastic! Ray Charles tries to get arrhythmic and tone-deaf English kids to sing ‘Hit the Road Jack’, 1964.
It’s from the film Ballad in Blue. Yeah. These were the better kids (when they hit the high notes they all turn into Hayley Mills):
Labour MP Chris Bryant (Edu. Cheltenham College)told the Guardian that arts should not be about merit.
“I am delighted that Eddie Redmayne won [a Golden Globe for best actor], but we can’t just have a culture dominated by Eddie Redmayne and James Blunt and their ilk. Where are the Albert Finneys and the Glenda Jacksons? They came through a meritocratic system. But it wasn’t just that. It was also that the writers were writing stuff for them. So is the BBC, ITV, Channel 4, doing that kind of gritty drama, which reflects [the country] more? We can’t just have Downton programming ad infinitum and think that just because we’ve got some people in the servants’ hall, somehow or other we’ve done our duty by gritty drama.”
Big Brother should come with an “Approved by the Ministry for Morals” sticker. The good get to win; the bad get to lose. The bigots are shunned and mocked; the enlightened get loved and panto.
This series has seen the back of Jermy Jackson (who he?) for alleged groping; Ken Morley for alleged racism; and now Alexander O’Neal for alleged homnphobia, his crime calling the immensley dislikable Perez Hilton a ‘f*****’. That’s ‘faggot’ in Sun-speak, the paper also telling us that Morley used the “N-word”, which turns out not to be ‘nigger’ but ‘negro’
A day in the life of Philippe Starck, as told to the Times:
Racism. It’s big news. The Daily Mirror leads with it. No. not the top story about Islamists murdering Jews in Paris.
That story is that Hayat Boumeddiene was filmed at Istanbul Airport as she headed to Syria.
Turkey’s Foreign Minister Mevlut Cavusoglu said today that Boumeddiene arrived at an Istanbul airport on January 2 via Madrid.
That would mean she was not in Paris when 17 people were murdered. Ahemdy Coulibaly was in Paris. He murdered four people when he “raided a Jewish supermarket”. No use of the word ‘racism’ in that story in what was clearly an anti-Semitic attack. No mention of the phrase ‘anti-Semitism’, either. Race was not an issue. Fact!
No, the Mirror’s story on racism is about Celebrity Big Brother.
Celebrity Big Brother got rid of Jeremy Jackson for “allegedly trying to grope Chloe Goodman in the house loo”. And like you we have no idea who is is, either. Big Brother has now expelled Ken Morley. Why?
It was for ‘offensive language’?
Glenn Becks says ‘We must stand together against all violence’. Glenn Beck has a gun.
Julien Temple’s latest raking of the coals of the punk ‘revolution’ looks at The Clash – a band often regarded with disdain and suspicion by the courtiers of the Sex Pistols (and indeed by the Pistols themselves).
The film revolves around their performance on 1 January 1977 at the Roxy, a small run-down nightclub in Covent Garden which had been commandeered to serve as Punk HQ.
Although only a few months old, the band already had a distinct image: paint-splattered jumble sale clothes and stage backdrops of tower blocks painted by bassist Paul Simonon. They also had a unique body of songs, reflecting life on the dole or in dead-end jobs. A selection of these had been recorded as demos in November 1976…
Justin Bieber has been showing us his Calvin Klein pull-ups,
He is also taller, more muscular and, most intrestingly, has bigger thumbs.
It’s all about the thumbs.
But what about that stain? Is that wetting? Do the pull-ups leak?
Jah Wobble is talking to the Guardian. Wobble was John Wardle until a drunken Sid Vicious slurred it:
When my mate John Lydon told me he was joining a band called the Sex Pistols, he might as well have said he was becoming a 747 pilot, because working-class kids like us just didn’t do that. It wasn’t like music now, where well-off kids have three years and a flat in Notting Hill to make a go of it. If you asked for that where I was from, they’d have had you sectioned, but suddenly there were kids from pokey council flats all over London coming together with energy, intelligence and humour. Punk was closer to the Marx Brothers than the situationists, but a window opened. I was already thinking about music, so it was fantastic timing….
I borrowed Sid Vicious’s Fender. He’d say, “You’re shit” and I’d go, “You can’t fucking play. Give it to me …” But the first of my own was a Musicman copy. I was living in a squat and had burned the furniture to keep warm. The others were furious and rightly so – so after a big fight, they just left me there with this bass and no amplifier, propping it against the headboard to get a sound. The first bass line I wrote [heard on the song Public Image] went top 10. Commercially, it’s been a steady decline ever since (chuckles)…
I made a radio documentary called In Search of Sid Vicious about that. [Author] Jon Savage very generously gave me access to his recordings of Sid’s mum – a heroin addict – going, “I fucking told him, ‘I don’t care where you go. Sling yer hook. Fuck off. Sleep on a park bench for all I care.” This when Sid was 15 years of age. So a very damaged boy. When Sid told a shrink that he wanted to kill himself, the shrink told him to bring a friend along to get him interested in life, and that was me. I said, “To be honest, I don’t know if he has got anything worth living for. Suicide is a viable option.” The shrink was horrified – we ran out of there pissing ourselves laughing. But, of course, many a true word said in jest. He was thinking of topping himself.
Read it all…
Dental artist Jessine Hein has created dentures of David Bowie’s old teeth from acrylics, plaster and acrylic paint. The toothless can now what it feel like to hold, lick and suck on David Bowie’s teeth. This is great news for Bowie’s American fans who can experience the naturalistic thrill of crooked, English teeth.
Now with added tooth analysis:
If you’re black, famous and dead you can promote Madonna’s new album, Rebel Heart.