Poor Taylor Swift, all she wanted in the world was to be the American equivalent of Princess Diana. Oh yes, and true love. So color us shocked when we read the news on Us today that Swifty and her dear prince, Conor Kennedy have split after several months of blissful, all-American romance. When the two got together, it seemed the next logical step that our dearest Pop-Country Princess would join the unofficial American royal family. Unfortunately, sometimes a summer romance must come to an end—just as the leaves of Hyannis Port turn from green to oaky red and orange, and the spray from the waves bites cooly at your face.
No doubt the Kennedy family was wary of their grandson's new-money Nashville lass. How will it look in the papers? There's a standard to uphold when you are born with the Kennedy name; one that Taylor could never truly understand. Time for Conor to find a good girl from Choate Rosemary Hall, or Taft, or Miss Porter's, or Andover, his family will suggest. What about Ethel from down the street? She comes from a good family, they'll say. But he won't listen. When he's feeling especially rebellious next summer (trying to avoid running into Taylor after she bought that house down the block), he'll spend a few months at his cousin Ed's house in Branford, Connecticut—Kiki always made the best banana bread—and spend a lot of time in New Haven, browsing the aisles at Cutler's and dating girls from the Hopkins School or Hamden Hall. Dating girls from a day school will no doubt ruffle the family feathers.
As for Taylor, she'll mostly likely spend her nights in Nashville, drinking that wine with the cupcake on the label, staring out her window—wistfully wondering about what could've been. Her fairytale that almost was. She'll hum tunes to the happy songs she'd finally, at long last, have a chance to write. But now, they'll feel bitter on her tongue. All the happy melodies she once loved will sound dull and plodding. She thought she'd been through her last break-up. She thought it was finally going to make sense. Twenty-two. She always imagined she'd be engaged by 22—why had her life veered so off course? She laughed at the sentiment of her song "Today Was a Fairytale" because she had been so naïve back then. She really had no idea. The Kennedy fairytale was so much sweeter. She'll sigh one of those heavy sighs you usually only see on Downton Abbey anymore and flop down on the couch. She'll try to get over Conor, kissing a few of her bandmates' friends from time to time. When she runs into him at the corner store in Hyannis Port with his new summer fling next year, she'll laugh to herself and she'll know: they are never, ever, ever getting back together.
(Or maybe they won't care at all because they're just a pair of young kids who had a summer fling and now it's over because this is how dating works! Either option is a possibility, really.)
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Korman, whose clients included Tony Curtis, Ethel Merman and Ricardo Montalban, passed away on 30 July (09) in Los Angeles.
He also managed talent including Rod Taylor, Florence Henderson and Ben Gazzara under his company,Tom Korman Management and directed stars' careers through Grey Advertising in his native New York.
He went on to run the Ashley Steiner talent agency, Agency for the Performing Arts and the Artists Group - a company he formed in 1963, where he represented Anthony Perkins, Elliott Gould and Julie Harris.
In the 1970s Korman made his move to Los Angeles and formed Contemporary Korman Artists with Ronald Leif.
Korman was honoured for his charity work with the Project Angel Food Hour Glass award in 2006.
He is survived by his wife of 28 years, Pamela.
Told from the perspective of one innocent maid Mary Macearchran (Kelly MacDonald) the story starts as she arrives at the magnificent country estate of Gosford Park. On this particular weekend host Sir William McCordle (Michael Gambon) and his wife Lady Sylvia (Kristin Scott Thomas) have invited an eclectic group to the house for a shooting party. The guests include Sylvia's two sisters (Geraldine Somerville Natasha Wightman) their respective loser husbands (Charles Dance Tom Hollander) her cantankerous aunt Constance (Maggie Smith) for whom Mary works British matinee idol Ivor Novello (Jeremy Northam) and his American friend Morris Weisman (Bob Balaban) a film producer who makes Charlie Chan movies. As the upper-crust guests bicker about money and power the ranks of house servants personal maids and valets below make sure their charges are well taken care of under the guidance of the head butler Jennings (Alan Bates) head housekeeper Mrs. Wilson (Helen Mirren) and head cook Mrs. Croft (Eileen Atkins). Through Mary's eyes we see that the glamour of the upstairs patrons and the seeming precision downstairs are not all they seem. The two worlds are destined to collide and when they do it leads to only one thing--murder.
One of the joys of an Altman movie is his uncanny ability to take a huge ensemble cast of really good actors and carve out a film from their personal stories. This style can also work to the film's detriment however and in Gosford Park the mostly British cast melds together almost too well. Often you can't even tell who's who. Still with all the talent involved there are at least a few bright moments: Smith as the wisecracking Constance an old lady who's very used to being waited on hand and foot gets all the best lines and delivers them flawlessly and veteran actress Mirren is also brilliant as the staunch Mrs. Wilson. She turns in one of the film's only heartbreaking scenes as her character grieves for the son she gave away long ago in the name of servitude. Also good are MacDonald as the young Mary Clive Owen as the valet Robert Parks who carries more than just a chip on his shoulder and Emily Watson as the headstrong chief housemaid Elsie. Northam too shows off his musical abilities as the suave piano-playing singing Novello. The rest all blend together except unfortunately the two American actors--Balaban comes off as annoying and Ryan Phillippe playing an actor pretending to be Morris' valet is in way over his head.
Interestingly the film is taken from a story idea dreamt up by Altman and Balaban. One wonders if perhaps the two were inspired to create Park after watching an episode of the classic '70s British television drama Upstairs Downstairs which was about a wealthy British household whose servant class had just as many dramas as the people they served (hmm sounds familiar). Sure it's conceivable that two Americans sitting around talking about making a distinctly British movie (and a period piece to boot) could pull it off and with a tremendous talent like Altman attached you'd think it would work. But Park misses the mark. The Altman-esque qualities are all there--the way he interweaves his characters' stories and shows real people with real emotions--but maybe just maybe Altman is simply out of his element. You enjoy the ride but it's not a ride through appealing territory and you're definitely watching from the window as the characters live a life you never really become a part of.
PASADENA Calif., July 20, 2000 - Substance reigned over style as NBC unveiled its new Fall lineup to the media this week. Gone were the matching color schemes and meals by the pool that ABC employed to fete reporters just a few days ago; in their stead, there were neon peacocks and buffet trays with sternos. And the consensus among critics at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel was that ABC surely hung window dressing on everything because it only had four new series to pump. NBC, on the other hand, needed no frills to roll out seven new series and two miniseries.
Not surprisingly, the Q-and-A sessions were shorter, with less time for breathing in between. Trashy dramatist Aaron Spelling unveiled his high-camp "Titans," a Dallas-for-the-millennium evening soap with vixens, sex and greed, and starring Yasmine Bleeth, Casper Van Dien ("Sleepy Hollow") and Victoria Principal. Critics broke into applause during a preview, when Bleeth tells Van Dien she is pregnant with his baby - even while walking down the aisle to marry his father.
Katey Sagal showed has ditched her Peg Bundy wig to play a neighborhood witch with heart in the coming-of-age sitcom, "Tucker." Oliver Platt ("Bulworth") and indie film queen Lili Taylor spoke about their New York newspaper drama "Deadline." And writers and producers hailing from "The Late Show with David Letterman" brought out the romantic comedy "Ed," starring Tom Cavanaugh ("Providence"), about a New York lawyer who gets fired, catches his wife cheating and moves back to his hometown to buy a bowling alley.
Then there was Michael Richards ("Seinfeld"), promoting his sitcom "The Michael Richards Show," an Inspector Clouseau meets Ernie Kovacs P.I. romp. Steven Weber ("Wings") was on hand to tout "Cursed," co-starring Chris Elliot ("There's Something About Mary'), about a guy who, uh, gets cursed. And, David Alan Grier ("In Living Color") joked about starring in the sitcom "DAG" about a demoted secret service agent who guards the demanding First Lady, the slimmed-down Delta Burke, saying "You will always hear these lines: 'It's because I'm black.'"
Then there were the two miniseries, the biblical drama "In the Beginning" starring Jacqueline Bisset and Martin Landau, and the Kennedy wives' drama "Jackie, Ethel, Joan: Women of Camelot," which features Jill Hennessey ("Law & Order"), Lauren Holly ("Dumb and Dumber") and Leslie Stefanson ("The General's Daughter"), respectively.
NBC's marathon unveiling ended with a celeb-fest at Jillian's Hi-Life Lanes, a bowling alley at the tourist-beseiged Universal City Walk shopping mall. While the food was, again, unspectacular, everyone was handed disposable cameras to take pictures of things like Rob Lowe and Kathy Ireland talking (two perfect creatures that seem freakish standing together), Martin Sheen mugging with "Daddio" tyke Mitch Holleman, and "Will & Grace" actor Eric McCormack discussing how the characters will soon have significant others. In short, the stars pranced, the critics howled.