Max George's wild antics have landed him in trouble with his The Wanted bandmates after he invited a group of strangers back to their shared Los Angeles mansion to party. The singer's bad boy behaviour is causing friction among the five-piece, and an argument ensued when he took eight girls home after wild night of clubbing and one of them crept into the other boys' rooms.
Bandmate Siva Kaneswaran was terrified when he awoke in the night to find a stranger gazing at him while he was in bed with his longterm girlfriend Nareesha McCaffrey.
Speaking during an upcoming episode of the band's reality TV series The Wanted Life he says, "Nareesha and I are sleeping and a girl is standing at the steps to my room staring at me - and all I can think is, 'I'm gonna die'."
The couple confronted George over his actions, and the star eventually apologised, saying, "I don't want anyone to not feel safe in the house and maybe I did cross a line this time. I think an apology is definitely in order. The main thing is, we're all safe, all here and I was a t**t."
The episode of The Wanted Life will air in the U.K. later this month (Jul13).
The celebrated writer died at her home in County Wicklow, Ireland on Monday (21Nov11) after suffering a stroke.
McCaffrey, born in Massachusetts, trained as an actress and a singer before she started writing science fiction for adults.
Her biggest work came in 1968 when she wrote Dragonflight, which kickstarted a series of books under the Dragonriders mantle, which were written over four decades and comprised of more than 20 novels.
She won several awards for the works, with The White Dragon book becoming one of the first sci-fi novels to appear on the New York Times Best Seller List. She was made a Grand Master by the Science Fiction Writers of America in 2005 and was inducted into the Science Fiction Hall of Fame in 2006.
When crafting a follow-up to the highest-grossing R-rated comedy of all time it’s understandable that one might be reticent to mess with a winning formula. But director Todd Phillips and writers Craig Mazin and Scot Armstrong seem to have confused revisiting with recycling: The Hangover Part II so closely mirrors its blockbuster predecessor in every vital aspect that it can scarcely claim the right to call itself a sequel.
The only significant new wrinkle introduced in Part II is its setting: Bangkok Thailand a location that at least theoretically augurs well for a second helping of inspired lunacy. The story structure of the first film has been copied wholesale a game of Mad Libs played with its script. The action is again set around a bachelor party this time in honor of buttoned-down dentist Stu (Ed Helms). Again the boys (Stu Bradley Cooper’s boorish frat boy Phil and Zach Galifianakis’ moronic man-child Alan) awaken the next day in a hideously debauched hotel room with little memory of the previous night’s revelry. And again there is a missing companion: Teddy (Mason Lee son of Ang) the brother-in-law to be. (Poor Justin Bartha is once again relegated to the sidelines popping up now and then to push the plot forward via cell phone.)
The amnesiac/investigative angle of the first Hangover made for a refreshing twist on the contemporary men-behaving-badly comedy. Repeated here its effect is arguably the opposite: Too often the action feels rote and formulaic. Gone is any hint of surprise an aspect so crucial to good comedy and a huge part of the first film’s appeal. Key comic set pieces – a tussle with monks at a Buddhist temple a visit to a transsexual brothel a car chase involving a drug-dealing monkey – reveal themselves to be merely variations of memorable bits from the first film.
Tonally Part II is darker cruder and a bit nastier than its predecessor. Female characters never a priority in the first film are further marginalized in the sequel. (The only woman with significant dialogue a Bangkok prostitute also happens to have a penis. I’ll let you ponder the implications of that one.) The three leads Helms Cooper and Galifianakis still work well together and despite the inferior material enough of their chemistry remains to make the proceedings bearable – and occasionally funny. But their characters feel somehow degraded reduced to coarse caricatures of their former selves. Speaking of caricature Mr. Chow (Ken Jeong) the fey faux-gangsta villain of the first film returns in an expanded capacity in the sequel his garbled hip-hop slang more gratuitous – and more grating – than before.
I can’t help but wonder what might have been if a planned cameo by Mel Gibson playing a tattoo artist hadn’t been scrapped reportedly due to objections by Galifianakis. Liam Neeson Gibson’s replacement apparently proved ineffectual in his first go-round and when he wasn't available for re-shoots his scene was eventually shot with Nick Cassavetes in the role. In its existing incarnation the scene is purely functional a chunk of forgettable exposition. The presence of Gibson an actor of not inconsiderable comic talent would have at least added an air of unpredictability something the scene – and indeed the movie – sorely lacks.