In the grand scheme of award shows, I genuinely enjoy the MTV Movie Awards. Last night, I giggled at Aziz Ansari and Zack Galifianakis’ hilarious “Swagga Coach” sketch. I was way amused by Tom Cruise’s heroic turn as Les Grossman. I loved the tribute to Sandra Bullock, well, until the lame fake-lesbian kiss with Scarlett Johansson. (I mean, that was old by the time Madonna, Britney Spears, and Christina Aguilera did it in 2003.) But one thing totally drove me crazy about the show—could they stop trying to sell me stuff for one second? Keep reading »
So far I have been all for the “Twilight” takeover. I enjoyed watching the movies surrounded by hoards of Twihards, I bought my friend a “Team Jacob” shirt, and I even invested in a box of ridiculous “New Moon” Sweet Tarts. But now, “Eclipse” has come to … MasterCard. Yes, the company is making “Twilight” pre-paid debit cards, giving the movie franchise the closest thing to its own currency aside from printing Kristen Stewart’s brooding face on $20 bills. The new cards cater to a younger audience, allowing them to get online merchandise discounts and closely track their spending. But the payment option is open to anyone, so if you want your next purchase to be covered by Robert Pattinson, here’s what you need to know. Keep reading »
Is it just me or does the movie poster for “Eat, Pray, Love” just look like the paparazzi took a photo of Julia Roberts sitting on a bench eating gelato? When Javier Bardem isn’t wearing a shirt in your movie, that’s what you should be leading with, people. [Just Jared] Keep reading »
Really, what was up with that Scarlett Johansson
and Sandra Bullock
Sandra Bullock, you were such a class act until this moment. You showed up at the Razzie’s to accept your “Worst Actress” awards. You took the high road when ex Jesse James cheated on your with Miss Nazi Face Tattoos. You even adopted a friggin’ baby and hid him from the paparazzi for months! Then you won career-long accolades at the MTV Movie Awards with effusive praise from Bradley Cooper and Betty White and even a movie montage. I actually had tears in my eyes!
Then you and Scarlett locked lips. Was that really necessary? Girl-on-girl kisses are so cliché. Let’s leave the publicity stunt faux lesbianism to people who need a career boost — not people who already have an incredible career. Keep reading »
It’s barely summer, but it’s already getting to the point where people are sweating the second they step outside. And for me, inside, since I refuse to blight my window with an air conditioning unit. It’s this time of the year that I remember why movie theaters are so great—air conditioning! Thankfully, there are some interesting movies coming out this week, including the hilarious “Get Him to the Greek,” terrifying “Splice,” romantic funny “Killers,” or just plain silly “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Undead.” Now go get some air! Keep reading »
We love Miranda July‘s book (No One Belongs Here More Than You) and movie (“Me and You and Everyone We Know”). So, shocker, we also dig her art. She has a new exhibit up in New York’s Union Square called “Eleven Heavy Things” and it’s pretty awesome. Most of the “things” are pedestals and screens with text scrawled on them by July. The difference between this setting and an art museum is that people are encouraged to interact with the sculptures. One person-sized rectangle has a hole where you stick your face—on the front it reads, “What I look like when I’m lying.” Another is a set of three pedestals folks are supposed to stand on for photo ops—one says “The Guilty One,” the next says “The Guiltier One,” and the tallest reads, “The Guiltiest One.” Another personal favorite, a tall wall with a tiny hole in it, says, “This is not the first hole my finger has been in. Nor is it the last.” Cheeky! And there’s one pedestal that we bet will bring together at least one couple this summer; it reads, “We don’t know each other. We’re just hugging for the picture. When we’re done, we’ll walk away. Quickly.” [Flavorwire, ArtINFO] Keep reading »
I haven’t been a fan of Tyler Perry since I figured out his formula — no-good man wrongs strong black woman who is saved by do-right man with a lot of Madea thrown in for comic relief. That being said, I’m really excited to see his film version of Ntosake Shange’s acclaimed play “For Colored Girls Who’ve Considered Suicide When the Rainbow Is Enuf.” This 1975 choreopoem, as Shange named it, consists of 20 poems performed by nameless women, who are known only by the color they wear. It explores the black woman’s experience with abandonment, love, domestic violence, rape, and abortion.
The characters in “For Colored Girls … ” speak to many women throughout the stages of their lives, which might be one reason Perry was able to secure such an all-star cast. Keep reading »
With the death of Rue McClanahan and the recent rise to superstardom of Betty White, I’ve had a whole lot of “Golden Girls” on the brain. I can’t believe Betty is the last friend standing. In honor of the ladies of 6151 Richmond Street, I plan to curl up with Rue’s memoir and eat some cheesecake this weekend. We learned so much from the girls—about friendship, love, and even about ourselves. After the jump, what your favorite “Golden Girl” says about you. Keep reading »