An engagement is an exciting and joyous occasion for any couple, but you know what makes it even more exciting and joyous? Having Bill FUCKING Murray crash your engagement photoshoot. Erik Rogers and Ashley Donald hired Charleston, South Carolina, photographer Raheel Gauba to take their photos and, oh hey, somehow Murray, who has a history of just turning up in odd places, wandered onto the scene. The actor started hamming it up, trying to make the couple laugh, and that’s when Gauba decided to just ask if he wanted to be in a photo. ”Sure I would,” Gauba said. “I took the shot and off he goes.” As Bill Murray DOES. [Gawker]
Some particularly horrible things happened around the world over the past couple of days. But one thing we can count on at any time is Bill Murray, off somewhere, being delightful. And so it goes that Murray happened to be at a steakhouse in Charleston, wearing a fishing vest (obviously, isn’t that what you wear to a steakhouse?), when a guest from a bachelor party went over and asked him to come say a few words to the groom-to-be, EJ. Murray initially declined. But then later on, he showed up suddenly at EJ’s bachelor party and gamely doled out some relationship advice for the single gents. Who, of course, were eating this up. Keep reading »
Tell me, HOW is it that I did not know until very recently (like, in the past 20 minutes) that Bill Murray and Melissa McCarthy, two of my favorite people in the entire world (okay, fine, in all of Hollywood, I’ve got a family and stuff), were starring in a movie together? And not only that, but a movie that is filming in New York City, where I also live, which means that Melissa and Bill and I are ALL BREATHING THE SAME HUNDRED-DEGREE, POOR QUALITY AIR RIGHT NOW. Here’s a photo from the set of “St. Vincent de van Nuys,” with a grizzled, bloody-faced Bill (in socks and sandals) leaning into the window of a car being operated by Melissa (I swear that’s her in there, right behind the wheel). Forget the (also Manhattan-based) set of “Amazing Spider-Man 2,” or the late “Gossip Girl” (been there, done that, glimpsed Blair Waldorf from afar) — this is one filming session I’d like to crash. Will crash, maybe. [Photo: FameFlynet]
Reasons My Son Is Crying was started by Greg Pembroke, a father of two who took to Tumblr to document his one-year-old son’s meltdowns in photos alongside simple, deadpan captions explaining, well, why his child happened to be crying. The blog went viral and has now expanded to allow other parents to submit their own photos (and, yes, of their daughters too). They’re all pretty fantastic (kids always be crying, amIright?), but it goes without saying that I am especially compelled by this photo. Laura R.’s son is crying, and why? Because he met Bill Murray, of course. The magic of this is not lost on Bill. Is any magic ever lost on Bill? [Huffington Post]
I keep thinking about a thing I read on Ye Olde Internet earlier this week. It was a passage from the “Saturday Night Live” oral history, Live from New York: An Uncensored History of Saturday Night Live. Gilda Radner was a regular “SNL” cast member from 1975 to 1980, and at one time dated Bill Murray, though their relationship was stormy and contentious. After five years, she left the show to pursue film work, and eventually married fellow comedian Gene Wilder in 1984 (after divorcing from first husband, “SNL” bandleader G.E. Smith).
In 1986, Radner was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. She suffered through chemotherapy and radiation treatments, and went into remission. But two years after first being diagnosed, the cancer came back. She passed away in May 1989 at the age of 42. In the following passage, Bill Murray recounts the last night he spent with Radner. Keep reading »
“Lost in Translation” is one of my favorite movies, because of course it is. I am either a walking stereotype (entirely possible) or I just really want to be the Charlotte to Bill Murray‘s Bob Harris (yes, 1,000 times yes; I’m super weird about Bill Murray). If you’ve seen it (and if you haven’t, do that), you’ll recall that aging American movie star Bob Harris travels to Tokyo to film a high-paying commercial spot for a whisky company called Suntory. With that said, I encourage you to watch this 17-second Japanese Jim Beam ad featuring aging American movie star Leonardo DiCaprio. Tell me what you think. “For relaxing times, make it Suntory time.”
I will say this: Leo appears exponentially more chipper than Bob Harris did in his clip, but who knows what he’s really got brewing inside? (Leonardo DiCaprio’s Internal Monologue: “Models. Models. Models. Blondes. Save elephants. Save tigers. Models. Save models.”) [Vulture]