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- Hayden Panettiere Sex Tape Video [Celeb Jihad]
- The Definitive Guide to Texting Chicks [BroBible]
Sucks if you’re a dude helping your wife choose a wedding dress & she ends up liking these designs by Alessandro Angelozzi b/c there’s no way in hell your wifie’s gonna look hotter than Irina, unless of course, you’re getting temporarily hitched w/ a chick like Candice Swanepoel. Whatever the case, Irina absolutely murdered the shoot, but then again, she kills it regardless of whether she’s casually running errands or modeling for Sports Illustrated.
The lovebirds were spotted in Sydney earlier today doing the popular Bondi to Bronte beach walk as they sipped on lattes and took comfort in each others embrace. Mila even took out of her camera phone to snap a couple pics of Ashton & herself, so it was definitely one of those (soon-to-be-regrettable) romantic moments you reflect on when the relationship is falling apart in the near future.
Normally they’re luxuriously shacked up in NYC or L.A., but w/ Sandy’s ravaging most of lower Manhattan & L.A. being its normal cluster-fuck of paparazzi poking around for more info on Mila’s rumored pregnancy, they both figured why not take a private jet to Sydney?! Hey, if you can afford it, why not? Plus, I think Ashton’s goal is to have sex with Mila on all continents before turning his attention elsewhere. That motherfuckingassholesonofabitchihatehimsomuchpieceshittymoviemakingwhorebag!!!
The 3rd Annual Philadelpha Zoo Global Conservation Gala got a boost in coverage with an apperance fee paid to Maria Menounos for her hosting duties. Held at The Westin, the event recognizes those who work to inspire children to help protect the earth. You likely don’t know of any of these folks being recognized but here’s a link to the event for more information. Again, if Maria Menounos wasn’t hosting, this event would likely get absolutely no coverage here.
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“Whedon’s trademark wit would be a breath of fresh air. He’s revered among geeks and is proud of that moniker, so for him to get involved in any capacity with the Star Wars franchise would be an incredible advantage.”[THR]
Eager to see Darth Vader wearing Mickey Mouse ears? Who isn’t? With the recent news this week that Disney has acquired the rights for George Lucas’s Star Wars francshise, Hollywood is abuzz at how the upcoming trilogy will enhance (or diminish) the original trilogy’s legacy.
Which brings us to the exciting notion of learning who will not only star in and direct the new films, but who will write them. After all, if it ain’t on the page, it ain’t on the stage (or screen). Some names being bandied about include Joss Whedon, Robert Kirkman, Lawrence Kasdan (who penned the last episode) and dark horses like Wes Anderson and Quentin Tarantino. Check out the list and let us know which scribe you’re rooting for . . . the galaxy depends on it.
I’m not sure precisely why, but this movie left me in a deeply melancholy mood. Perhaps it’s the fact that I had to sit next to another critic at the screening who kept rambling on about Hurricane Sandy and how he couldn’t imagine a more important job at the moment than helping with the relief efforts (why are you sitting next to me then, pal?). Or perhaps it was because I was still getting over my Halloween hangover of candy corn, tequila, and way too many fun size Twix and Snickers. I thought perhaps (just perhaps) it was because the film is sorrowful reminder of the once glorious TV and film careers of its stars, Lucy Liu and Russell Crowe. And then it came to me: for all its technical proficiency, The Man with the Iron Fists is a pretty lame movie, especially for one that involves so much booty kicking.
The film from director RZA (who co-wrote the film with Eli Roth) is really good with the punch throwing and ass kicking – it’s not so good with just about everything else. In fact, after a certain point when things become so monotonously action driven, you start to wonder if the entire script didn’t just read “Lucy Liu says something about love and sex, and then a fight ensues.” Because that’s essentially the entire movie, told in 15 sequences that can be encapsulated in those 13 words.
I am supposed to provide a brief description of the plot, but as there is no plot, I cannot do so. In fact, I challenge anyone to prove otherwise. The “premise” of the movie is that a Chinese dynasty is threatened by one of its own turned traitor who is a master fighter. A foreigner (played by Russell Crowe) must rise to the challenge posed by the Empress Madame Blossom (Lucy Liu). If it sounds ultra campy and ridiculous, that’s because it is. This is a so-called “serious” movie that gives a spoofy classic like Army of Darkness a run for its money. Strictly for diehard fans of martial arts movies who don’t mind the complete and utter absence of plot, story, direction, or any other artistic element.
Aside from hanging w/ her boyfriend on the beach reading “Amy, My Daughter” (book about Amy Winehouse written by her father Mitch Winehouse), Australian supermodel Nicole Trunfio also did some work. The freakishly thin 26-year-old was seen workin’ her bikini bod on a photo shoot on the beach in Miami.
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Pictured: Carrie Underwood, Hayden Panettiere, Kellie Pickler, Taylor Swift
Last night was the 46th Annual CMA Awards in Nashville, hosted by Carrie Underwood and Brad Paisley. Amongst the winners were Blake Shelton, Eric Church and Miranda Lambert. Surprisingly Taylor Swift did not win an award in any of the three categories that she was nominated. For more info and a full list of winners, visit the CMA Awards webiste.