Emmy Rossum is disconcertingly insufferable in that never-turns-down-a-party-invitation, thinks-she’s-way-more-famous-than-she-actually-is Lea Michele way that makes me want to be like, “Go home, Emmy Rossum.” (Oh, and she dated Adam Duritz, which ew.) Admittedly, she does have a pretty good voice, which she showcased to much acclaim in “The Phantom of the Opera,” but with a cover like this and a name like “Sentimental Journey,” what self-respecting person would ever purchase her new album?
