Friday, February 29, 2008

The Rock Finds His Neck. New Admirer

It’s kind of ironic that Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson presented the award for Best Visual Effects at the Oscars this year, because I was shocked to see him working the red carpet with the best visual effect I’ve seen in a long time: his neck.

It’s amazing what a difference a neck makes.

I never really noticed “The Rock” before. Now I do. Now I notice him in a way that has me dreaming up various wrestling scenarios. With costumes. I’m just sayin’.

Before:



After:

Tom Hanks cuts hair. Changes my life.

The best surprise of the Academy Awards this year was when Tom Hanks walked out on stage with a fancy new haircut and 50 less pounds in water weight.
Tom Hanks is the epitome All-American, all-likeable movie star and he was finally looking the part again! Handsome! Articulate! Amiable! Charming! Tom Hanks for president!

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Tyra Takes the Homely Out of Homelessness








Three beautiful girls stand before me, but only one will continue in the running towards becoming America’s Next Top Homeless Woman. The names that I do not call must immediately return to their street corner, pack their belongings (shouldn’t take you long), and find a new place to call home.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Like Owner Like Dog. Like Husband Like Robot.

You know how some people believe that owners look like their dogs? (Fido, I'm looking at you).

It seems that Katie, I'm sorry, KATE Cruise has started to take on the appearance of her crazy husband. Straying from her normally robotic look, KATE let 'er rip at a recent public event for something (probably Scientology related):



I never thought the day would come that Tom would look like the normal one in this relationship. This is like the K-Fed/Britney good parent/bad parent switch all over again. Stop messing with my head!

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Renee "Lemon Face" Z: an evolution

There's no celebrity who sends me running for some hand cream faster than Renee Zellwegger. Let me explain. You know that feeling when you come in from the cold and your hands are so tight and dry that all you want is the sweet relief of cream to hydrate the hell out of them? Renee makes me feel like I just came in from a bitter Canadian snow storm without wearing any mitts.
But on my face.


I feel actual physical pain when I look at her mug and find myself fluctuating between wanting to pinch her cheeks to see if they'd actually move, and wanting to punch her in the eyes to see if they could disappear any further into her face. I'm just sayin'.


What happened to Renee?




There is photographic proof that she could at one time, register a full smile:



Evidence also exists that she could at one time, shake things up a bit facial-wise:




So how did we go from this:





To this??
(ignore the awful haircut- not the point of this post, although it rightfully deserves its own investigation):







I blame Tom Cruise.




Also botox. But mostly Tom Cruise.

Miley Cyrus debuts Olsen pout at Oscars. Fails.


Ignoring the first question on everyone's minds when Miley Cyrus strolled down the red carpet at the Oscars, which was 'Hey Miley, what the eff are you doing at the Oscars?", let's just move straight to the second question on everyone's minds, which was "Hey Miley, what the eff are you doing with your mouth?"

Ye olde Miley (who, in case you were unawares, got her nickname, "Smiley Miley" from papa Billy), is trying out a new pout and failing miserably.


Take a tip from Tyra and practice at home in the mirror first. Only an Olsen can call herself the master of the hideous pout, and you've got your work cut out for you.




















Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Anton Newcombe... still effing crazy like a fox.




a couple of choice quotes;
  • "People talk about Eric Clapton. What has he ever done except throw his baby off a fuckin' ledge and write a song about it?"
  • "Do you know what this building that we're sitting in was? It was the headquarters of the OSS, which was the CIA before they changed their name, and they invented Scientology. Bingo! We're in the fucking temple. And see that park across the street there? That's a fucking Masonic burial ground. You see those obelisks? The big boner-looking things? There are people buried in those. Creepy shit."

http://vice.typepad.com/vice_magazine/2008/02/catching-up-wit.html#more

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Friday, February 1, 2008

And in other news...

This is where Gaudet spent her Thursday night.



Can't get enough? Watch The Cute Show here:
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It's a dance-off, BETCHES.

Last night, Pretty, Like a Movie Star and I enjoyed an evening at the cinema where we took in the Canadian-made dance epic, How She Move. It was as a-mah-zing as we expected it to be and so much more! But the best part of our movie-going experience was actually provided by a fellow audience member (of the teenage Bratz variety) who shared this insightful gem with her fellow Hannah Montana enthusiast (as overheard by Pretty):

"Like, it was good and stuff, but like, in Save the Last Dance they really explored the issues; and in this one, they only touched upon them."

Bold! Sounds like the start of a compelling dance-off debate.



VERSUS



IT IS SOOOO ON!