UPDATE: It is now official: Natalie Portman's marriage to Benjamin Millepied is confirmed.
EARLIER: Even in this day and age of super-zealous reporters, Natalie Portman has managed to hide her wedding from the world. Maybe she used the old Phantom Menace switcheroo trick. Maybe she was disguised in a V for Vendetta Guy Fawkes mask. Maybe we were still confused about whether or not she was really Mila Kunis after watching Black Swan. But somehow, the superstar managed to get married without anybody knowing. Portman is all but confirmed to be officially married to Benjamin Millepied, former fiancee and the father of her baby, via Us Weekly's photo of the duo wearing wedding rings on the Academy Awards Red Carpet. Portman and Millepied aren't the only pair of celebs who have managed to keep their marriage a private affair. One of the first married couples that comes to mind on the subject is Daniel Craig and Rachel Weisz, who married in secret this past summer. The pair attempted to keep their entire relationship under wraps until it was clear that they were officially wed. Back when she was still the bigger star between the two of them, Jennifer Esposito enjoyed a secret New Years wedding to now-ex Bradley Cooper, who, just six short years later, she would learn is the sexist man alive. Way to be ahead of the curve. Though also no longer together, Scarlett Johansson and Ryan Reynolds were at one point a very stealthy couple. In September of 2008, Johansson got married to Reynolds in a small, private ceremony in the woods. Megan Fox and Brian Austen Green are going strong two years after their secret wedding. This duo was followed quickly by Orlando Bloom and Miranda Kerr, whose actual wedding date and location remains a mystery. Although most elebrities are addicted to glitz and glamour, there are the handful who prefer their romances to be private. Jessica Alba, Ben Affleck, Jennifer Garner and Salma Hayek also rank among those who prefer the keep the paparazzi out of their personal ordeals. And now, Portman and her Black Swan choreographer and costar Benjamin Millepied have joined this community. Congratulations to the happy couple and their son Aleph! Click the above image to see more photos of Natalie Portman. Source: US Weekly
The Hollywood beauty prompted speculation about her love life when she flashed a new band beneath her diamond engagement ring on the red carpet at the Academy Awards and again as she presented the Best Actor prize to The Artist's Jean Dujardin.
Ballet choreographer Millepied was also photographed wearing a simple silver ring on his left hand.
Representatives for the famously-private couple have declined to comment on the reports, but now former ballet dancer-turned-jewellery designer Jamie Wolf has revealed the rumours are true.
She tells Usmagazine.com, "I designed the rings worn by Benjamin Millepied and Natalie Portman. They were made with recycled platinum and conflict-free diamonds."
Details about when and where the couple exchanged vows have yet to surface.
Picking Wolf to create the wedding rings was an easy choice for the stars - she danced with Millepied at the New York City Ballet and befriended Portman on the set of Black Swan, in which she played a dancer.
She is also the same jeweller the Frenchman approached to create Portman's engagement ring.
The Black Swan beauty was newly-engaged and pregnant when she celebrated her Best Actress Oscar win at last year's (11) ceremony, and now, a year on, it appears the famously-private couple is man and wife.
Portman wore a new piece of jewellery beneath her diamond engagement ring as she presented the Best Actor prize to The Artist's Jean Dujardin, while Frenchman Millepied displayed a simple silver band on his left hand as they attended the official Oscars afterparty.
A representative for Portman had yet to respond to requests for a comment as WENN went to press.
The actress gave birth to the couple's son, Alef, in June (11).
Some people are born to be bad guys. Some people are born to pretend to be bad guys while wearing make up on camera. Rufus Sewell belongs in the latter group. Thankfully.
Sewell has signed on to play the vampire leader Adam in Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter. One would assume he’ll eventually have to face Benjamin Walker's Honest Abe, which should make for a great stand-off. Also cast in the movie are Mary Elizabeth Winstead and Dominic Cooper, among others. Whether they end up fighting Sewell remains to be seen. Actually it’d be really easy to find this out - we could just buy the book. Aw, screw it, we’ll just wait for the movie. When’s it coming out? June 22, 2012. Ah, hell.
The sexy Black Swan star poses provocatively in the new Miss Dior Cherie campaign, covering her breasts with her arms as she steams up the camera, wearing nothing but a dark blue bow in her hair.
Portman was unveiled as the new face of Parfums Christian Dior last month (Dec10). Screen ads for her campaign will be directed by Sofia Coppola.
The actress stunned fans and friends late last month (Dec10) when she announced she was engaged to choreographer Benjamin Millepied and expecting his child.
You can’t blame Ritchie for returning to what he does best after almost committing career suicide remaking Swept Away with his missus Madonna. And as it begins Revolver seems very much like a crime caper in the manner of Ritchie’s Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and Snatch. Con man Jake Green (Ritchie regular Jason Statham) walks out of prison vowing to exact revenge upon the mobster responsible for putting him behind bars: Macha (Ray Liotta). Jake embarrasses Macha at the roulette table but before he can enjoy his spoils he’s diagnosed with an incurable disease that will kill him in three days. Help comes from an unexpected source: Two loan sharks (Andre Benjamin and Vincent Pastore) offer to keep Jake alive—but only if he gives them all his ill-gotten gains and does their every bidding. That includes stealing drugs and money from an increasing paranoid Macha. Jake thinks he’s being hustled. But he isn’t. We are. It’s at this point that Revolver sadly goes off on its philosophical and psychological tangents. Ritchie not only reveals that Jake possesses a mathematical formula to pulling off the ultimate con but he introduces an unseen boss of bosses whose presence hangs heavy over the proceedings. You cling to the faint hope that Ritchie’s doing his own spin on The Usual Suspects but as time crawls by it’s evident he’s trying to wreck his comeback bid by misguidedly playing amateur psychologist in much the same way David Fincher did with Fight Club. Five minutes into Revolver and you’re hoping Jake Green dies a swift death. And it’s not because Statham—who plays Jake like a more subdued version of Crank’s Chev Chelios minus the mid-Atlantic growl—is better suited to roles that require more brawl and less brains. It’s just that Statham never stops with his narration. He babbles on and on and on. Admittedly Statham’s narration allows us to make some sense of what’s going on in the murky and muddled Revolver. But Ritchie doesn’t use Statham judiciously. Everything that happens—big or small—must be addressed. And it wouldn’t be so bloody annoying if at least Ritchie made the narration colorful and engaging or if Statham delivered it without such weariness. At least our favorite Goodfella is around to break up the monotony. Just weeks after spoofing his volcanic screen image in Bee Movie Liotta threatens to erupt like Mount Vesuvius at the slightest provocation. He’s also something of a sight to behold when he’s holding court wearing nothing but bikini briefs and a tan that George Hamilton would kill for. The nattily Benjamin plays up the cooler-than-thou persona he’s perfected with OutKast which makes it easy to believe he always has the upper hand over everyone else in Revolver. On the other hand Pastore never makes his loan shark as smart as he’s supposed to be but at least he wisely tones down his Sopranos shtick. Crime once paid handsomely for Guy Ritchie. Not now though. The only true enemy is your own ego psychiatrists and psychologists put forth during the end credits. OK at least this explains a little why Revolver is the incoherent mess that is. But it also leads you to the inescapable conclusion that Ritchie was at war with himself when he plotted his gangland homecoming. It was inevitable that Ritchie’s ambitions would have gotten the best of him after his Swept Away public beating. Unfortunately Ritchie’s attempt to apply The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders to his fun flashy and frenetic brand of crime capers backfires in his face. Ritchie simply doesn’t have the same insights into the criminal mind that say The Sopranos creator David Chase does. And the endless references to chess theory numerology and Kabbalic traditions prove to be more confusing than enlightening. Perhaps all this would be tolerable if Revolver was half the adrenaline rush that was Snatch. But Ritchie peels away at the film’s psychological layers at a plodding pace. Consequently this isn’t the triumph of substance over style that Ritchie desperately wants it to be. And even its current form which is reportedly 10 minutes shorter than the two-year-old U.K. version Revolver is pointless and impenetrable. There are the occasional flashes of vintage Ritchie especially during a brilliantly executed shootout involving a renegade hitman and an animated sequence right out of Kill Bill. This though leaves you wondering what Revolver would have been had Ritchie not put a gun to his own head.
You must be dying to know what happened to FBI Agent Gracie Hart (Sandra Bullock) after she successfully squashed an attempt to blow up the Miss United States Pageant. I know I was. She's become an overnight media sensation--and is none too happy about it. She's frustrated that her newfound fame is jeopardizing the undercover work that she loves and that she's been rejected by her boyfriend which quickly explains away Benjamin Bratt's character from the original. So Gracie goes right back into the frying pan when she reluctantly lets her boss (Ernie Hudson) talk her into being the new "face of the FBI." This time however Gracie takes the task of coifed spokeswoman a little too zealously turning into a Gucci-carrying Prada-wearing prima donna. But when Gracie's friend Cheryl (Heather Burns) the crowned Miss United States and pageant host Stan Fields (William Shatner) are kidnapped it forces Gracie to take action and finally realize who she really is: a snorting hard-ass FBI agent who just wants to hit someone. Welcome back Gracie!
Sandra Bullock is just too darn cute regardless of the highly contrived messes she finds herself in. Remember Two If By Sea and Forces of Nature? Yeah we try to forget them too but not because Sandy is in them. At least she tries to make the stinkers more palatable. And while Miss Congeniality 2 seems to be another oops! Bullock is perfect as Gracie Hart. Either klutzy and uncouth or perfectly manicured the actress shows off an uncanny knack for physical comedy and moments of poignancy. This time around Bullock also gets a sparring partner in the form of an even harder-ass FBI agent named Sam Fuller played by the always-good Regina King. The two actresses have a nice female buddy-movie rapport whether Sam is "reminding" Gracie as to why she became an FBI agent while the two lock each other in choke holds or watching them on stage at a drag club performing Tina Turner's "Proud Mary." Still after her tour-de-force performance as Ray Charles' tortured mistress in Ray King has proven she is good enough to move beyond the throwaway supporting parts. Other than these two however the rest of the cast falls flat. Miss Congeniality's Michael Caine and Candice Bergen are sorely missed.
There really is no need for a second Miss Congeniality. The first one was enough. Sweet and unexpectedly engaging it followed a tried-and-true fish-out-of-water formula sold by Sandra Bullock's hilarious performance. It also wrapped up neatly and concisely. But when the film grossed $106 million the greedy studio execs figured they just had to do a sequel because that's what they do. They probably lured producer-star Bullock and her longtime producing collaborator Marc Lawrence in telling then how tremendous they are and how they are going to make even MORE money the second time around. "Don't worry that people aren't clamoring for more Gracie Hart " they might have said. "Let's just make a sequel!" Well guess what? They were wrong. Again. Helmed by comedic director John Pasquin (The Santa Clause) Miss Congeniality 2 simply beats the original's charm humor and originality to death while straining to find a worthwhile plot--and audiences are going to know that. It feels slapped together a contrivance to let Bullock shine again. She does what she can but unfortunately she can't carry the film past its banality. You'd think these people would learn.
Completely stripping Catwoman of her "Batman" connections the geniuses behind this comic-book movie--at least as bad as Spider-Man 2 is good--also stripped it of any pleasure. Neither campy a la Julie Newmar and Eartha Kitt of the old TV series nor sexy vamp like Michelle Pfeiffer of Batman Returns Halle Berry's Catwoman is well one lost little kitty in the big city. Actually she's Patience Philips--an annoyingly mousy graphics designer for a top cosmetics firm who despite her job has no fashion sensibility no self-confidence and no boyfriend. (Yeah riiiight!) She is befriended by a mystical Egyptian Mau cat which--courtesy of lousy digital effects--often looks disturbingly like Toonces and sounds like Linda Blair in The Exorcist when it meows; moreover its way of befriending Patience is to lure her into a suicide attempt--one of many plot points lacking a rationale. When Patience discovers that the cosmetics firm's villainous owner (Lambert Wilson) and aging supermodel wife (Sharon Stone) are marketing a toxic disfiguring facial cream she is killed--flushed through a drainage system into the ocean. But here comes that darn cat again to revive her as she's lying in sludge and mud. Next thing she knows she's sleeping on her apartment's bookshelf eating tuna by the caseload looking longingly at Jaguar hood ornaments as if they're long-lost relatives and jumping about walls basketball courts and whatnot faster than a speeding bullet. She also takes to wearing a pointy-eared black-leather dominatrix outfit along with too much makeup but at least no whiskers. She also starts sniffing around that foul cosmetics firm which leads to a martial-arts showdown with Stone. What the Oscar-winning Berry doesn't do regrettably is get a CAT scan to see what kind of ailment convinced her to make this lamebrain movie.
I've seen better acting on 7-Eleven surveillance videos than in Catwoman. Berry is cloying in the film's early stages when she's playing insecure lonely Patience and she's more pathetically childlike than anything else. Once she's Catwoman though she's really terrible tilting her head for endless close-ups and giving lots of wide-eyed stares meant to conjure feline curiosity but that more recall George W. Bush's "deer-in-the-headlights" gaze. The screenplay makes a few lame attempts to observe the duality of women in the way Patience changes to Catwoman but it's not there in the performance. Yet Berry's turn is a career-peak gem compared to Stone who can't decide whether to play the power-mad Laurel Hedare as a broad cartoonish send-up or as someone connected to reality. Looking like a vampiric Susan Powter and barking sarcastic lines without a hint of emotional connection to her character Stone is just awful. On the plot's fringes Benjamin Bratt does his best as a police officer (gee what else) who is both infatuated with Berry and suspects her of murder.
The one-named French director Pitof (short for "pitoful"?) supposedly is a digital-imaging expert who has worked with City of Lost Children's Jean-Pierre Jeunet but you'd never know it here. Either he doesn't know much about directing actors or maybe he only gives directions in French. The effects--especially action scenes involving a digitalized version of Berry--move at such a chaotic breakneck pace that she looks completely phony. Plus there's absolutely no sequential logic whatsoever to where Catwoman moves and when--apparently invisibility is one of her superpowers. These awkward clumsy scenes are usually accompanied by distractingly loud music. Pitof's only other directing credit is some obscure French flick starring Gerard Depardieu…one hopes Catwoman will be his last.
Hollywood producer Steve Bing sued the UK newspaper The Daily Mirror for $10 million in January for printing his phone number and urging readers to call him, but Britain's press watchdog ruled Thursday that the tabloid did not violate his privacy by doing so. In the suit, Bing said he received death threats after The Daily Mirror launched its "Hunt for Bing" campaign, labeling him Bing Laden for crimes against actress Elizabeth Hurley after he questioned whether he was the father of her baby. While the commission said it regretted any distress caused to Bing, it stated the tabloid had a right to argue that the phone number was already in the public domain and that publishing it had not broken the newspaper industry's code of conduct.
James Franco, who plays the role of Peter Parker's best friend, Harry, in the box office hit Spider-Man, is in talks to star in the World War II drama The Great Raid alongside Benjamin Bratt. The film will be directed by John Dahl from a script written by Hossein Amini, Variety reports.
In the Biz
Gladiator director Ridley Scott's next epic-sized film will be a period Western, according to Variety. The project is part of a pre-emptive six-figure deal between 20th Century Fox and Scott's Scott Free banner, to be written by scribe Bruce C. McKenna.
USA Network will produce a telefilm based on former LAPD detective Mark Fuhrman's investigative novel Murder in Greenwich: Who Killed Martha Moxley?, according to The Hollywood Reporter. The book revisits the 1975 murder of Moxley, who was bludgeoned to death with a golf club near her family's Connecticut home after going out with Michael Skakel, the nephew of Ethel Kennedy. Skakel was charged with her murder in 2000 and is currently on trial for the crime.
ABC and Turner's TNT/TBS have acquired exclusive broadcast rights to Steven Spielberg's upcoming Minority Report under a five-year deal beginning in February 2005, Variety reports. HBO gets the pay TV rights because of a long-term output deal it has with the movie's co-financier, DreamWorks.
The hour-by-hour television show 24 won the drama ratings competition in key demos with its season finale Tuesday, beating out NYPD Blue, The Guardian, Smallville and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Variety reports. But according to Nielsen, the show failed to attract the occasional viewers and was watched instead by its usual core following.
NBC has finally removed Scott Sassa as its top West Coast entertainment executive after more than a year of speculation, Variety reports. The network has handed over all his responsibilities to Entertainment President Jeff Zucker. Sassa will remain a Los Angeles-based consultant to NBC.
Britney Spears and Destiny's Child singer Beyoncé Knowles will release leadoff singles from the soundtrack to Austin Powers in Goldmember, MTV.com reports. Knowles will release "Work It Out" first, followed by Spears' remixed version of "Boys," which originally appeared on her 2001 album Britney. A spokesman for the project told MTV the track list for the rest of the soundtrack is not yet available.
Celine Dion is getting ready for her Las Vegas stint at the new 4,000-seat Colosseum built by Caesars Palace hotel/casino. According to The Associated Press, the 600-show engagement will involve a flying piano and 70 dancers. Tickets for the show, which opens in March 2003, go on sale Thursday and are priced at $87.50, $127.50 and $150.
Sean "P. Diddy" Combs' new album, We Invented the Remix, debuted at the top of the album charts, selling 256,000 copies for the week ending Sunday, according to Billboard.com. Five other new albums also debuted in the top10, including Cam'ron's Come Home with Me, which came in a close second, Weezer's Maladroit, following in third, Moby's 18, debuting in fourth, and Rush's Vapour Trails, coming in at No. 6.
The four members of Alien Ant Farm were injured while on tour in Spain after their bus collided with a parked truck on a highway near Navalmoral de la Mata, Reuters reports. The driver of the bus was killed, and six crewmembers suffered assorted injuries. Alien Ant Farm's cover version of Michael Jackson's "Smooth Criminal" peaked at No. 23 on the Hot 100 pop singles chart last year.
Hannibal star Julianne Moore will be honored at the 2002 Gotham Awards given out by the Independent Feature Project on Sept. 26, the AP reports. The award honors a New York actor who has made significant contributions to the city's film community. Moore's films include Boogie Nights, The Lost World: Jurassic Park, World Traveler and The Shipping News.
Joe Cobb, who played the chubby-cheeked, beanie-cap-wearing boy named Joe in dozens of Our Gang comedy films of the 1920s, died Tuesday at the age of 85, the AP reports. The Oklahoma native's acting career ended in the early 1940s, but he appeared in a 1986 documentary that looked back at the Our Gang actors and other screen comedians, entitled Classic Comedy Teams.