The layered style became a hit in the 1990s when the actress first sported it playing Rachel Green in the sitcom, and more than 15 years on it has topped a poll of the most requested styles in the U.K - more than 11 million women have tried the look.
Second most popular style is Meg Ryan's choppy, cropped cut, while pop star-turned-reality-TV-judge Dannii Minogue's sleek bob is third.
The survey was carried out by beauty products company Goody. Spokeswoman Rose-Marie Jarvis says, "It's no secret that many women take inspiration from celebrities when it comes to their appearance."
We've all heard the tale: In 1836 a motley group of brave Texan soldiers aided by American legend Davy Crockett (Billy Bob Thornton) defended The Alamo to their bloody deaths at the hands of Mexican General Santa Anna's well-trained army. That's pretty much the same ground covered by the film so don't expect any surprises. What you can expect early on is some fairly convoluted political back story centering on aspiring nation-builder Sam Houston (Dennis Quaid) plenty of soap opera-quality bickering between leading characters Lt. Col. William Travis (Patrick Wilson) and knife aficionado Jim Bowie (Jason Patric) and a good amount of pompous preening on the part of Santa Anna (Emilio Echevarria). Like Glory The Alamo takes its time (about 90 minutes) to lead up to the pivotal battle using the rest of the time to introduce major characters and conflicts; unlike Edward Zwick's masterful Civil War drama Hancock's epic wanna-be loses the audience's attention in the process.
Poor Dennis Quaid -- all of the good subtle work he's put in over the last couple of years in smaller movies like The Rookie (also directed by Hancock) and Far From Heaven could well be swept from filmgoers' minds in an instant if enough of them remember The Alamo instead. As Houston one of Texas' almost-mythic heroes he blusters orates and generally overacts his way into becoming a living cartoon. Meanwhile Wilson Patric and Thornton are all given one-note characters: Col. Travis is an uptight by-the-book goody-two-shoes (until naturally he gets his one big chance to redeem himself) Bowie is a hard-drinkin' hard-livin' man's man and Crockett is the consummate good ol' boy relying on his aw-shucks demeanor to make friends -- and disguise the true depth of his pithy insights -- wherever he goes. (Thornton does what he can with Crockett but subtlety is lost in this movie.) On the other side of the trenches Echevarria's Santa Anna might as well be Dr. Evil for all of the sense he makes or the respect he earns from his lieutenants. Screenwriters Hancock Stephen Gaghan (an Oscar winner for Traffic) and Leslie Bohem must have taken the general's "Napoleon of the West" nickname literally when it came time to craft his petulant volatile character.
Hancock -- who stepped up to helm The Alamo after original director Ron Howard wisely bowed out -- is a newbie in the realm of historical epics and it shows. For all the time and money that obviously went into the film's costumes sets and effects (the re-created fort is wholly convincing and some of the nighttime battle sequences are pretty impressive) too little was spent developing characters that were equally realistic. Just because people like Davy Crockett and Jim Bowie have become larger than life in the American pop mythology doesn't mean they didn't have their faults (as presented in the movie Bowie's resolutely dissolute lifestyle is almost as trite as the rest of his character). And just because these martyred heroes were so colorful doesn't mean that watching them slouch around a dry dusty fort for an hour before anything really happens can be considered entertainment--even the best true stories can use a little help from the editing fairy now and then. Carter Burwell's heavy-handed Braveheart-meets-Glory score (Crockett's catchy fiddling notwithstanding) just underscores the fact that the movie is trying to bully you into feeling certain ways at certain times; when the music swells you gear up for something exciting only to be left hanging again and again. Looks like the suits at Touchstone Pictures knew what they were doing when they delayed The Alamo's release date from Oscar-bait December to dead-zone April.
December 11, 2003 1:48pm EST
Remember that movie about a high school geek who gets the most popular girl in school to be his girlfriend to boost his own image only to discover that fitting in isn't worth sacrificing his individuality? Or was that a Saved by the Bell episode? Love Don't Cost a Thing is the latest teen comedy to follow that formula to a fault: Alvin Johnson (Nick Cannon) is an outcast teen with no style and he's ready to do anything to shed his nerdy image. Even his father (Steve Harvey) an old-school ladies' man wishes the boy would get out and socialize more. So when the popular Paris Morgan (Christina Millian) wrecks her mother's Cadillac Escalade Alvin an amateur mechanic offers to fix the vehicle and pay for the parts if she will pretend to be his girlfriend for two weeks. A haircut and several Sean John warm-up suits later Alvin becomes "Al " an ultra-smooth guy who's "got all the 411s." Of course Paris starts to fall for Al who's too busy keeping up his "big pimpin'" facade to notice. But after alienating everyone close to him including his childhood friends stylin' Al learns a valuable lesson about being himself.
Cannon's performance in Love Don't Cost a Thing falls short of the impressive one he delivered in the musical drama Drumline--his first lead role in a feature film. Here it's impossible to sympathize with the 23-year-old Cannon's clownish character even when he is needlessly bullied by jocks. With his crazy uneven Afro and spastic walk even Molly Ringwald's goody-good character Samantha in Sixteen Candles might be tempted to point and laugh. But while the movie's hero doesn't score many points other characters do notably Al's gal pal Paris played by songwriter/actress Millian who has written songs for Ja Rule and appeared as a guest on several TV shows including Charmed and The Steve Harvey Show. She delivers a very sincere performance as the "frappuccino with hips " and although audiences should despise her character for prostituting her popularity and lying to just about everybody Millian manages to morph Paris into a likeable personality--and we can't help but go along for the ride. But mustachioed comic Harvey steals the show as Al's loveable father Clarence a man who still boogies to his 8-track collection and gives his son very valuable life advice including how to open a condom wrapper using only one hand.
Writer/director Troy Beyer's Love Don't Cost a Thing is so visually horrendous that it should have been called This Film Didn't Cost a Thing. Beyer who directed the dire 1998 comedy Let's Talk About Sex and penned the even worse 1997 B.A.P.S. doesn't much improve her track record in 2003. Her guidance here including sound light and action is so amateurish that the film seems unfinished. An outdoor party scene for example is so dark it's difficult to make out the characters on screen and in another scene inside the school the sound is so muffled the character's lines are barely audible. Beyer's screenplay adapted from the mind-numbingly bad 1987 comedy Can't Buy Me Love doesn't help matters either; most of the characters remain as shallow and label-obsessed as they were 15 years ago. And while there have been countless Hollywood films revolving around the same theme many have done so successfully including the aforementioned oldie Sixteen Candles and more recently The New Guy.
Charity has a posthumous friend in (the recently deceased and ex-Beatle) George. The George Harrison hit "My Sweet Lord" is on sale in record stores again starting today, this time with proceeds going to charity. (The last time the song was released, in 1971, the proceeds benefited George.)
The lucky charity is the Material World Foundation, which Harrison set up in 1973 to help agencies that help poverty stricken children worldwide get, um, er, materials.
Hollywood heartthrob Tom Cruise (Vanilla Sky) revealed to Entertainment Tonight that he'd love to marry again, though there are no plans to marry current flame Penelope Cruz; loves being a father, though there are no plans to father a child with current flame Penelope Cruz; and that he is again talking to ex-wife Nicole Kidman, though there are no plans to talk with current flame Penelope Cruz--which makes you wonder how Terrific Tom spends his time with the sultry Latina star.
Robert Redford (Spy Game) didn't stop at unveiling movies at this year's Sundance Film Festival. Redford also announced a new fund for documentaries, aided by a $4.6 million grant from George Soros, and a new cable TV network devoted to nonfiction film. Now if only Redford can find viewers devoted to nonfiction film...
Also at Sundance, Jennifer Aniston (TV's Friends) is trying to shed her goody-goody image with a small-budget, low-profile (probably not for long) film entitled The Good Girl. The title is ironic, as Aniston's lead character is a woman trapped in a childless marriage who has an adulterous relationship with a younger man. Is art imitating life? Gossip writers in Hollywood can only hope.
Noah Wyle (TV's ER) doesn't stop at acting on a doctor show; he's a big fan of NBC's new comedy Scrubs, also a doctor show. According to The Associated Press, Wyle called Scrubs "very funny," which makes that one person in the U.S. who thinks so.
The producers of Ally McBeal will stop at nothing to lift their sagging ratings, including bringing in some outside star power. Jon Bon Jovi joins the cast tonight and Christina Ricci will guest star in a five-episode arc later this season. Of course, the only real way for Ally to get higher ratings is to rename the show ER.
From the David vs. Goliath Department: The Palm Springs International Film Festival debuted this weekend, with India's Monsoon Wedding getting the coveted opening screening. The few guests in attendance were heard saying, "I don't think we're in Utah any more."
Jason Mewes (Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back) failed to appear last month in a Monmouth County, N.J., court in connection with a probation violation, leading the judge to issue a bench warrant for his arrest, TheSmokingGun.com reports. Since Mewes was bright enough to hide his heroin in his sock (which the police found, leading to his probation), New Jersey authorities figure he's bright enough to find the county courthouse. The jury is still out on that one.
Adam Ant, famous in the 1980s for a couple of seconds with a couple of completely forgettable hits, has been charged with assault and possessing a firearm after a dust-up in a London pub on Saturday. Ant's planned comeback tour will now include a stop at one of the UK's finer penitentiaries, where the rock star will have a captive, if not enthusiastic, audience.
It's taken ABC more than two years to replace Hugh Downs on 20/20, but John Miller--whose claim to news fame is that he interviewed everybody's favorite terrorist Osama bin Laden in May 1998--is now poised to join Barbara Walters as co-host of the news show. The show is also moving back to Friday nights, where ABC--fast becoming America's fourth network--is hoping the show can draw at least as many viewers as the numbers in its name.
For those of you scoring at home, or even if you're by yourself, former ESPN SportsCenter anchor Keith Olbermann is returning to CNN (where he worked in the 1980s) as a contributor to NewsNight with Aaron Brown. Olbermann is also returning to ABC (whose parent company, Disney, owns ESPN), at least on radio, with two new shows, "Speaking of Sports" and "Speaking of Everything."
Well, we still have death and taxes. After 42 years and 17,162 shows, The Fantasticks has seen the curtain drop for the final time at the Sullivan Street Playhouse in Greenwich Village. As reasons for the closure, the producer cited rising costs, new theater owners and the fact that everyone in the eastern half of the country has already seen the show.
Aurelie Brun, who was stripped of her Miss Loire-Forez title and disqualified from competing in the Miss France competition for being too short, has accused the recently crowned Sylvie Tellier of not measuring up to the 5-foot-7 height requirement, either, PageSix.com reports. Brun's statements once again prove the old adage, "Hell hath no fury as a short Frenchwoman scorned."