Oh, I wanted to like “Walk Of Shame.” I wanted to love it. What’s not to love about a movie starring Elizabeth Banks, Gillian Jacobs and Tig Notaro? I was ready for a hilarious rom-com starring several of my favorite funny ladies.
Instead, in the screening room, I sat next to my friend who runs IndieWire’s Women And Hollywood blog and we spent the entire moving grabbing each other’s arm in the dark and incredulously whispering, “This is so fucking offensive.” And not edgy-funny-offensive. Like, ew-offensive.
Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, where do I start? (Spoilers ahead, obviously…) Keep reading »
The walk of shame doesn’t have to be so bad — but then we wouldn’t have “Walk Of Shame,” would we? Elizabeth Banks stars in the new rom-com about a reporter who is up for a news anchor position, but gets stranded in downtown Los Angeles after a hookup (with James Marsden, mmm) the morning before her interview. This necessitates running all over L.A. in a tight yellow bandage dress, perfect hair and heels. Truthfully, the movie looks pretty dumb, though I love a movie with a strong funny lady lead. And I love seeing Tig Notaro get work. “Walk Of Shame” is out on April 25th. Who am I kidding? I’m gonna watch. [Variety]
Here we have Elizabeth Banks modeling the perfect outfit for spring weekends: comfy chambray shirt, cuffed colored jeans, simple sandals, fabulous handbag, and ridiculously huge sunglasses. She wore this ensemble to the hair salon, but you could wear it to brunch with friends, wandering around the farmers’ market, thrift shopping, traffic court, or wherever else your weekend might take you. The best part? I found all the pieces for around $70 or less. Get the shopping details after the jump! Keep reading »
I think, a true disservice what’s going on right now with all these celebrity moms … [F]irst of all, I just want to remind people that celebrities generally are genetically superior human beings on a certain level anyway … they’re mostly thin, you know, they’ve got trainers, they work out, they’ve got money, they’ve got the ability, you know, and they are normally genetically predisposed to being thin people anyway, so like these women who are holding up, you know, certain people as their benchmark after they’ve had a child, like just go be with your kid for a minute … don’t get to the gym right away. It’s alright. This is not how it’s supposed to be, everybody. Calm down.
Genetically blessed “30 Rock” star Elizabeth Banks brought some real talk to Marc Maron’s “WTF” podcast, reminding us humans that celebrities are a superior class of human being. Lest you think she sounds like a braggy asshat, Banks was discussing the pressure on new moms to drop the baby weight and how celebrities should not be the guidepost against whom they measure. (She and her husband brought their two kids into the world via a surrogate due to her “broken belly.”) It’s refreshing sometimes to hear a celebrity admit that Hollywood is just smoke and mirrors and juice cleanses. [Huffington Post]
Elizabeth Banks brought a little Effie Trinket flamboyancy to her non-”Hunger Games” life yesterday, donning this amazing zig-zag print dress with colorblocked platform pumps. It’s a lot of look, but thanks to her super-simple makeup, chic haircut, and lack of accessories, it totally works. Also can we talk about this woman’s skin for a second? I remember reading an InStyle article that described her face as looking “constantly lit from within” or something like that, but I don’t think that’s accurate. “Lit from within by a thousand magical candles from heaven” is more like it. [Photo: Fame/Flynet]
You know, I never took Elizabeth Banks to be particularly on-point fashion-wise. And then she killed it earlier this week by wearing a gorge and very structural Mary Katrantzou dress to the Met Costume Institute Ball. Here, at a New York screening for her new film “What To Expect When You’re Expecting,” Banks follows it up with a sassy and somewhat avant garde number from Peter Pilotto. As Ramona Singer of “The Real Housewives of New York” might slur after sloshing back a carafe or two of Pinot Grigio, “KADOOZE!”