The annual Cannes Film Festival is on right now, and that means tons of celebs and luminaries are making their rounds on the red carpet. What are they wearing? Oh, all kinds of things. Check ‘em out after the jump.
Bill Murray upstaged the rest of Cannes doing what he does best: being a lovable old coot who doesn’t give a fuck. I’m sure Anna Wintour is riding her senior editors as we speak figuring out how to get plaid-on-plaid-on-plaid in the next issue of Vogue. Bill walked the red carpet for Wes Anderson’s new movie “Moonrise Kingdom” and appears to have brought along his own mini-camera to capture the occasion. As you do. Keep reading »
For the past week, women’s media has pretty much been dominated by talk of Lena Dunham’s new show “Girls.” But newsflash! There’s other crap going on! Like the fact that this year’s prestigious Cannes Film Festival features absolutely zero films by women. That’s right: of the 23 films up for Cannes’ Very Important Palm D’Or Award, zero were made by women. And in the Un Certain Regard category — reserved for films made by up-and-coming young directors — only two were made by women.
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Last night, the Cannes Film Festival concluded with the Robert DeNiro-helmed jury handing out the awards for the best movies and acting on display at the festival. And I am sensing a theme: apparently, the jury was all about films that mixed everyday stories with, well, the fate of the universe. The coveted Palme d’Or award—Cannes’ version of Best Picture Oscar—went to “Tree of Life,” the movie which follows a suburban Texas family in the 1950s through two generations (Brad Pitt is the dad, Sean Penn is his son) connecting them to the creation of the world and cosmos. Meanwhile, most people thought Tilda Swinton had the Best Actress award in the bag for “We Need To Talk About Kevin.” But she was upset by Kirsten Dunst, who stars in “Melancholia,” the story of a bride who begins to feel more and more disillusioned while, lightyears away, a planet threatens to collide with Earth. Oddly, both movies prominently feature eclipses in their trailers. Keep reading »
Oh God, I am so embarrassed. You’ve caught me drooling. I’ve been starring at this picture of Gwen Stefani at the amfAR gala at Cannes and didn’t even realize I was salivating. She looks so chic — and it’s her own design. Yep, this black halter-neck, mermaid-train gown, with gold belt detail, is from her L.A.M.B. line. Someone needs to be dressing actresses for the Oscars next year! Dang, remember when she used to wear nothing but cut-off white tank tops?
This wasn’t even the first show-stopping number Gwen wore this week in France — after the jump, two more dazzling looks. Keep reading »
Sometimes love means overlooking a person’s flaws. For example, I still love Ryan Gosling even though he wore a pajama shirt to the Cannes photocall for his film “Drive.” Obviously, that’s easier to do if I put my hand over the image to block his dress pants and shoes and then imagine he is laying in bed waiting for me. Anyway, back to the business at hand — what is the deal with that forearm tattoo? There are some hearts and some letters and then there’s that pointy thing in the middle — is that a head? With an angry face and the little thing at the bottom is maybe a tongue? I am confused. Again, sometimes love means overlooking things — like tattoos that look like they were doodled in the margins of a textbook by an angry teenager. Keep reading »
When I saw this image of Sean Penn this morning, I thought, “Oh—this is why Scarlett Johansson is all about him. He loves Robert Smith of The Cure as much as I do.” But alas, that is not the case. This is a still from “This Must Be The Place,” Sean’s newest movie that will be debuting this month at the Cannes Film Festival. The flick tells the story of an aging rock star who heads to America to hunt down the former Nazi who tortured his father during the Holocaust. Still, the Robert Smith resemblance is pretty darn striking. [Huffington Post] Keep reading »
What’s more taboo than two cowboys doin’ it on a mountain top? Two Hassidic hotties finding love in the back room of their kosher butcher shop. Score! Check out this beefcake gay fantasy flick that just premiered at Cannes, “Eyes Wide Open.” It looks even meatier than “Eyes Wide Shut.” Let there be chest hair! [Jewcy
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