When you tune in to watch The Real Housewives of New Jersey, you're probably hoping to catch some crazy cat fight between Teresa Giudice and her sister-in-law Melissa Gorga, or tuning in to see if Caroline Manzo's kids have been up to no good. But as fans, we sometimes forget that these women are normal beings just like the rest of us, and that they live and breathe through hardships that aren't always captured on camera. In a very shocking interview with People, Jacqueline Laurita reveals some upsetting news: her three-year-old son Nicholas has recently been diagnosed with autism.
"We had no idea what was going on," Jacqueline says of learning that her son is autistic.
What's so shocking to Jacqueline is the fact that Nicholas appeared completely normal until he was about 18 months old. It wasn't until then that he started having problems with his speech and not responding when people called his name. "You never want to think that your child isn't perfectly healthy," Jacqueline's husband Chris says. "We didn't want to believe it was true."
"I spend all my time researching what we can do for him," Jacqueline (who is also the mother of Ashlee, 21, and C.J., 10) adds. "[Now] I worry about him being independent when he's older."
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When I first heard about the premise of Chernobyl Diaries I was like Channing Tatum in 21 Jump Street: "F*ck science!" Honestly extreme tourism? People pay for a trip to Pripyat — an abandoned city near the site of one of the worst nuclear disaster in history — for some vacation photos? Well it is possible and people actually do it despite the lingering radiation and other serious dangers but hopefully none of them are as painfully dumb as the characters in Diaries.
Jesse McCartney is Chris the sensible little brother who really would have preferred to stick with the plan: a day trip to Moscow where he'd pop the question to his girlfriend Natalie (Olivia Dudley). His older brother Paul (Jonathan Sadowski) is a bit of a bad boy horndog with a taste for adventure who insistst they and their recently dumped friend Amanda (Devin Kelly) go on an exciting trip to Pripyat instead. Amanda is also a photographer of sorts because she has a fancy camera and is taking photos of everything. Other than that we know almost nothing about any of the characters (although Paul does note that "the chicks are f*cking amazing"). They are later joined by Michael (Nathan Phillips) and Zoe (Ingrid Bolsø Berdal) who prove to be equally forgettable.
Paul knows how to party so he leads Chris Natalie and Amanda to a sketchy office to set up their trip to Pripyat. The tour guide is named what else Yuri (Dimitri Diatchenko) and he even has a dingy sign on the wall that reads "Yuri's Extreme Travel" and lots of photos of him in military garb. He's built like a brick house — but he's no match for the ridiculousness that awaits them.
The build-up to what they do find is interminable especially given what non-horrors await. At one point I was hoping it would turn out to be something similar to The Happening but no such luck. Just a bunch of bald zombie-types lurking in the mist and gnawing on human flesh! Although there's something to be said for leaving scary stuff lurking in the shadows it's also a good idea to establish enough tension beforehand so that we actually care about what is supposed to be scaring us.
According to writer/producer Oren Peli a good deal of the dialogue was improvised which is a bit of a relief as the actors drop gems like "What exactly happened in Chernobyl?" and "Nature has reclaimed its rightful home " as well as tidbits like "Stop being a p*ssy" and "Maybe there's a gun in here!" This is director Bradley Parker's first feature and although he does occasionally have trouble keeping the camera steady he doesn't rely on shaky-cam "found footage " for the most part.
Naturally some people are offended that filmmakers would use a human tragedy as the backdrop of a horror movie but plenty of movies use tragic events for fodder. They should be more offended that it's just so boring.
On an episode of Ellen DeGeneres' show that will air today, Pink will confirm her pregnancy and say that her doctor thinks it's a girl. Pink is terrified one of them will go to jail. She also said she worked for "it," and that "it" was not an "oops." - US
Eva Longoria's representative says the claims she is divorcing Tony Parker are "100% false." Additionally, a court spokeswoman said no divorce papers have been filed. But, Longoria was supposed to appear at the taping of Anderson Cooper's CNN Heroes of 2010 television special and she canceled, so there are definitely some soggy pancakes somewhere.- E!
Brandy and Maksim were eliminated from Dancing with the Stars last night, and Brandy is "numb." Probably because little miss Palin is still there! - US
2010's sexiest man alive is Ryan Reynolds. He says his body wants to look like Dick Van Dyke. I urge him to continue fighting the good fight. - People
During the premiere of Sarah Palin's Alaska, the Willow and Bristol attempted to defend their mother on Facebook against haters by using homophobic slurs. I'm pretty sure that same tactic was used in the Battle of Gettysburg! - TMZ
TMZ is already talking about the logistics of a Prince William and Kate Middleton divorce. William cannot protect the entire royal kingdom with a prenup, because they're not unflinching in the U.K. As a result, if Kate ever divorces William, she could own have the kingdom. Is anyone else getting a Lion King flashback?- TMZ
Alec Baldwin is a teensy bit upset with Nora Ephron, who founded the "Divorce" section on the Huffington Post. To Ephron (who he curiously called "Dora," he said "Mum's the Word for a Smarter Divorce," and that he finds it terrible she simply "cannot shut up about her anger, her betrayal...and her bottomless contempt for her ex." He continued: "Thirty years have passed and this woman....seems incapable of one of the most essential components of a 'successful' divorce, and that is forgetting..." - NYP
Jay Baruchel is Hollywood’s affable geek du jour having plied his unique trade recently in the animated blockbuster How to Train Your Dragon and the considerably less successful rom-com She’s Out of My League. His gangly frame twitchy visage and nasal drone make him perfect for movies in which awkward self-effacing underdogs triumph against enormous odds to achieve great feats like saving a Viking tribe from certain destruction or getting laid by a really really hot blonde chick.
Movies like The Sorcerer’s Apprentice a live-action CGI-fest directed by Jon Turteltaub (the National Treasure films) and inspired by a famous sequence from Fantasia Walt Disney’s groundbreaking collection of animated shorts. Fantasia debuted in 1940 long before Disney subleased its animation work to Pixar and "Fantasia" became more commonly known as a popular name among exotic dancers. My how things have changed.
Baruchel plays Dave a hapless NYU physics nerd unwittingly cast into the middle of a centuries-long good-versus-evil battle between powerful sorcerers who wield an infinite array of supernatural powers. Representing the good guys is Balthazar (Nicolas Cage) a wide-eyed eccentric whose all-black goth-pimp ensemble draws nary a suspicious glance on the eclectic streets of Manhattan. Dave it turns out is no ordinary college student but the Prime Merliner which sounds like an underwater number divisible by only one and itself but in actuality is a sort of wizard messiah destined to rid the world from the likes of the sinister Horvath (Alfred Molina) and his imprisoned overlord Morgana (Alice Krige). That is if he can take time off from his bumbling courtship of a pretty co-ed (Teresa Palmer) to actually learn the tricks of the sorcerer’s trade.
“Disposable” and “formulaic” are terms commonly applied to both of Turteltaub’s National Treasure collaborations with Cage but I submit that those films are at least fun if ultimately forgettable. The Sorcerer’s Apprentice is far less fun and far more forgettable its formula followed so perfunctorily that it ultimately comes off as an elaborate exercise in corporate cynicism one unlikely to inspire the string of sequels it so transparently hopes to conjure. Which is a shame because the film shows intermittent signs of promise and Cage despite his distracting perm is oddly charming as a sort of desperate weirdo.