What does one do with bubbies? Does one shake them and quake them and hopefully not break them? Or do they just dangle and bulge, like boats or balloons? We sought to find the answers to these questions last night.
Young people do extraordinary things in Hollywood, and make, I'm assuming, extraordinary money. Some good news about television, plus some bad news. And a film wins a very deserving prize.
Have the Weinstein brothers done anything lately that doesn't signal a desperate need for cash? Now Bob Weinstein, the less violent and insane half of the pair, is trying to unload his Central Park West duplex for $34 million.
Today we have an out-of-town billionaire visiting to cheat, a musician who brings an army of tight-panted musclemen wherever he goes, a shy/diva pop star, an actor with some predilections, and an arrogant guitar-strumming actor.
That these fans are rabid and crazed isn't exactly news. Twi-twinkers, or whatever they call themselves, are some of the most insane devotees out there. They're as fantastical and lost-in-the-clouds as Harry Potter followers, but they're also dangerously sexualized (chastely). It's a heady and potent plasma. Hell, Entertainment Weekly has built a whole wildly successful cottage industry out of the irksome phenomenon.
Matt Lauer grinned at Sandra Bullock on the Today Show today and said "I have now seen you naked...", like a fourteen-year-old boy in shortpants talking to the village burlesque dancer. But how risque can Bullock's PG-13-rated The Proposal be?
Lots of casting news, yet again. James Franco keeps rolling along, as does Liam Neeson. Little Bryce Dallas Howard might be teaming up with her papa, while a bunch of grizzled old thespians are teaming up to teach architecture.
Today we have a young actor embarrassed by his sleazy girlfriend, a marriage that was consummated very very strangely, and an actress using food to fill the sadness in her soul.
