Hollywood problem child Charlie Sheen had suffered a "wonderful" Thanksgiving. Surprisingly, with his ex-wife Denise Richards (39) and daughters Sam (6) and Lola (5). The controversial star had to be rushed to hospital after being in completely drunk and drugged at New York's Plaza 'hotel rampage in his hotel room and caused a damage of about $ 7,000 recently.
Saturday, November 27, 2010 | 0 Comments
She did it for the kids. Or, rather, she stopped doing it for the kids.
Jenna Jameson, who has not starred in an adult film since Kobe Loves Jenna, told W Magazine in its latest issue that she will no longer get penetrated by men or women on camera. The reason?
“I really don’t think I need to say, ‘Mommy was a porn star,’” Jameson said of explaining her former occupation to Jesse and Journey, her twin sons Tito Ortiz.
Below, LeAnn Rimes and Hayden Panettiere go toe-to-toe in a fierce fight for fashion supremacy. Who will prevail? That's for you to tell us. Ding, ding!
Rimes may or may not be engaged to Eddie Cibrian, but there is little doubt she looked fab in a Elizabeth and James dress on a night out in L.A.
Meamwhile, the former Heroes star and current Wladimir Klitschko boo paired a green version with a leather jacket for his match in Germany.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010 | 1 Comments
I was fully prepared to ream Christina Bale for his Esquire Magazine cover interview after I had only read the first two pages - the first two pages is where he’s trying to come across like he’s this hardcore artiste too special and amazing and butch and tough to talk about “process”. He and the interviewer get into a pissing contest (metaphorically) and the Esquire dude basically tells him to stop being such a f-cking jagoff. After that, the interview gets a lot better. But first, the douchey parts, where Bale comes across as a total bastard, and like he’s incredibly stuck up his own ass, which alone is… expected. It’s just that at first he refuses to talk about nearly anything which caused me to think, “Just sit at home and be a misanthropic jackass and scream obscenities at your dog and don‘t ever talk to the press.”
Yesterday, after I wrote the story about Jessica Simpson’s engagement, I had a chuckle when someone commented that NOW we would be able to forget about Jessica, and that we should be able to stop doing stories about her. It still makes me laugh, honestly. Because that budget, fugly ring is only the beginning. From here on out, there is going to be a ton of new interviews with Jessica and Eric, there will probably be some sort of reality show being pitched, or at the very least, a “special” two-hour “Making of… Jessica’s Wedding!” docu-drama on one of the major networks. We’re going to have Jessica stories coming out the wazoo (Jessica’s wazoo farts smell like cheddar and tragedy).
These are some newer photos of Sam Worthington working on Man on a Ledge over the weekend. I’m bringing them to you because I know you bitches love some Worthington. Especially CB - I offered these to CB, and she was all “meh”. Honestly, though, Sam’s styling for this film is really working for me. While I once thought he was a dumb, short meathead, I’m now seeing the hotness. After all, I’m going to need someone to replacement-crush on after Gerard Butler leaves the douche building with John Mayer.
I remember when Rihanna first came on the scene. I didn’t like her music all that much, but I thought she was a pretty little thing. Skip ahead four, five years, and I can barely remember when she actually looked cute. It’s like she’s trying to be “shocking” and avant-garde with a succession of horrible wigs, weaves, haircuts and styles. Earlier this year, she jacked her hair with that horrible half-shaved bright red mushroom-cut. She’s been growing that junk out for months, and it’s currently above her shoulders, still Kool-Aid red/pink day-glo. And now RiRi got herself a new wig. And it is fug as hell.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010 | 1 Comments