Brooke Shields is set to lift the lid on her controversial relationship with her mother in a new book. The actress/model shot to fame as a child star under the guidance of her mum Teri, who managed her daughter and helped her land provocative jobs including a role as a young prostitute in 1978 film Pretty Baby and a series of sexy Calvin Klein adverts as a teen.
Teri faced criticism for allowing her young daughter to tackle such controversial work, and Shields is now planning to put her side of the story in print in a new book.
She tells America's Social Life Magazine, "The reason I wanted to write the book is not to say: 'You didn't understand: She was the best mother in the world'. I'm not holding her up on a pedestal, nor am I painting her as a villain or a victim... You know what's so funny about a lot of the things that they (the critics) were pushing back on her for? Those things were the least of my worries. I was exploited? I was in school full time... Seriously, the opportunities I had... I wasn't worried about what they were saying... We would go to (famed New York nightclub) Studio 54 together, but I would be home by 11."
Modelling mogul Eileen Ford has died at the age of 92, according to reports. She is believed to have passed away on Wednesday (09Jul14), but no further details were available as WENN went to press.
A number of stars took to Twitter.com to pay tribute to the Ford Models founder, including British beauty Erin O'Connor, who tweeted, "Eileen Ford you were like a grandmother to me not to mention mentor. I owe you my career. An indomitable force. RIP dear friend."
Ford set up the iconic modelling agency in New York City in 1946 along with her husband Jerry, and it soon became one of the most successful in the business.
The agency has represented supermodels including Elle Macpherson, Christy Turlington, Jerry Hall, Stephanie Seymour, Christie Brinkley and Twiggy, and actresses including Brooke Shields, Kim Basinger, Courteney Cox, Lindsay Lohan and Sharon Stone.
The books have also boasted Emily Ratajkowski, the star of Robin Thicke's Blurred Lines video, Israeli beauty Bar Refaeli, and even Martha Stewart, who modelled in her 20s during the 1960s.
Ford ran the agency for 50 years before retiring.
Former Nip/Tuck star Julian Mcmahon has wed again. The actor exchanged vows with his long-term girlfriend, actress and model Kelly Paniagua, in Lake Tahoe, California over the weekend (28Jun14).
The couple has been together for 11 years.
McMahon has been married twice before - his ex-wives are fellow Australian Dannii Minogue and actress Brooke Burns.
The actor has a 13-year-old daughter, called Madison, from his marriage to Burns.
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When NBC released the gag reel from Hannibal's first breathtaking season, we were relieved to see the ensemble — especially Hugh Dancy, turning in a deeply unsettling performance as a profiler losing his grip on reality — laughing and goofing around. So, let's just say we're eager to get our hands on some behind-the-scenes footage of Michael Pitt putting in the hours as Mason Verger, a sadistic creep the likes of which Hannibal and Hannibal have never seen before.
It's almost impossible to picture Pitt, an actor with zero self-consciousness and 100 percent commitment, chuckling with his castmates or dropping four-letter-words after a failed take. He's a former teen idol, having romanced Michelle Williams back in the day on Dawson's Creek. He's a muscian with his own band. He's even been the face of Prada. But something about Pitt wholly defies the Hollywood scene as we know it. He disappears completely into roles — from ill-fated Jimmy on Boardwalk to Hedwig's lover in Hedwig and the Angry Inch to a preppy psychopath in Funny Games — and from the public eye in between them.
And all these qualities made him the perfect choice to embody Mason, a character adapted for the series from the Thomas Harris source material. Hannibal has gotten away with some of the most terrifyingly beautiful fever dreams ever shown on network TV, and Pitt melded flawlessly into that world. Verger is just as twisted as the show's namesake, but in a way that Hannibal finds "rude." And we know what he does to those he finds... uncouth. From his first appearance — wild-haired and clutched a piglet in a blanket — to his last — high on psychotics, feeding pieces of his own face to Will's beloved rescue dogs, Pitt was captivating and unnerving. Just what the doctor ordered.
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Million Dollar Arm takes a lot for granted when it comes to its audience. It assumes that anyone paying to see this film must care about baseball. Odds are it's right — you've got to have some motivating factor beyond Jon Hamm's jawline. But it assumes you care enough that it doesn't matter how little its characters seem to. We see so few instances involving any carnal appreciation for the game throughout the bulk of the picture, least of all from cranky and materialistic sports agent J.B. Bernstein (Hamm), that when the final act treats us to its coup de grâce tearjerkers we can't help but feel like we're being thrown one hell of a curveball.
But that isn't the worst of the film's assumptions. As a last ditch effort to find a ringer both talented and bankable enough to save his career, J.B. throws caution to the wind and high tails it to India on a scouting mission for strong-armed cricket bowlers. So casually racist that you'd think this film takes place long before 2008, J.B. hates everything about cricket (...why?) and India on the whole, submitting immediately to the idea that he's in a third-rate wasteland where nothing can get done, nobody knows anything, and any young boy would be elated to get out of dodge. And Million Dollar Arm has no interest in proving him wrong: The film never second-guesses (and assumes we won't either) the notion that Big Leagues hopefuls Dinesh (Madhur Mittal) and Rinku (Suraj Sharma) would be happier and better off in America. It assumes we won't take any issue with the idea that two boys from India must have never seen an elevator, a television, or a moment of good fortune. Sure, they might not have... but it's as if Million Dollar Arm expects us to believe there is no other option when a wide-eyed Sharma wanders through a Californian hotel like Wall-E exploring the starliner.
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The film gives itself so much regrettable leeway while carting through the necessary points of its true story, jumping from the laughable inception of J.B.'s plan to move his search overseas to the languid introduction of the two boys (neither of whom is given any backstory) and their entry into the MLB's consideration. But scattered throughout are beats and scenes that seem ripped from a different script entirely — J.B.'s gradual appreciation of Dinesh, Rinku, and much bemoaned translator, documentarian, and aspiring baseball coach Amit (Pitobash Tripathy) as his surrogate family. Of course the vast majority of his emotional realizations come at the behest of his beautiful, kooky tenant Brenda (Lake Bell), but the kids are usually at least nearby.
It's shocking how much the personal material does to salvage Million Dollar Arm, though. J.B.'s relationship with Dinesh, Rinku, and Amit, and — perhaps more importantly — the relationships between Dinesh, Rinku, and Amit themselves are funny, warm, and flavorful enough to give this otherwise faceless movie some real character. Secondary players Bill Paxton and Alan Arkin do little to surprise, playing disgruntled and unconscious respectively, but there's a reason these guys are always called on to do the same thing. And if that's not enough for you, Aasif Mandvi's kids keep throwing up. It plays both like an extended metaphor about the hidden joys in family life and a non sequitur gag from Tomcats. Take your pick.
Million Dollar Arm's charming points are strong enough to distract at times from its boisterous misgivings, but they peer through in the end. Not every baseball movie needs hair-tustling and eye-welling. Not every baseball movie warrants a Pride of the Yankees elegy about the glories of the diamond. But Million Dollar Arm wishes it was one of these movies (so much so that it actually rips the Lou Gehrig speech right out of Gary Cooper's mouth). Still, instead of building a story about the love of baseball or even about the magic of this story, Million Dollar Arm keeps all its genuine energy on a bunt: the story of some jackass who warms up to a couple of kids after a while. Not a bad play, but hardly the grand slam it was going for.
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Actress Brooke Burns was involved in a nasty car accident in Los Angeles on Thursday (08May14). The former Melrose Place star was driving her BMW near Universal Studios when the vehicle collided with a Toyota Matrix.
Police and fire units arrived at the scene, but no one was taken to hospital.
Photos show a shocked Burns being consoled by a passer-by while sitting on the kerb.
The hood of the Burns' car was badly mangled, and the vehicle had to be towed away from the scene, according to TMZ.com.
Stepping out of Neighbors into the cold, calm, dick-joke-free real world, you might find yourself hit with a barrage of "But wait..." moments: "Why did they move into a new frat house just a month or two before the end of college?" "When was it established that she wanted to sleep with him?" "Where did that pledge come from?" "Who was that other guy?" "If he, then why?" "When did?" "How?" "What?" "Huh?!" Yeah, there are enough logical holes in Nicholas Stoller's comedy to warrant an "Everything Wrong with Neighbors" gag trailer and a dozen or two angry message threads. But the tenability of a movie's realism isn't exactly on trial when it sells itself as the Seth Rogen comedy in which a baby eats a condom.
Neighbors eagerly liberates itself not only from the laws of basic reality or tight storytelling, but also from the rigid shackles of any one comic tone. We jump from a slice of life about new parents Mac and Kelly (Rogen and Rose Byrne) who aren't quite ready to say goodbye to their youth instantly to a wild and wacky college farce about the fraternity one house over (led by Zac Efron and second banana Dave Franco), borrowing a lexicon from latter day National Lampoon. As the war picks up between these congenial neighbors-turned-close-quarters enemies, we're invited into a back and forth of vicious, albeit loony, aggression, each maneuver to "get those fogeys/punks next door" escalating in hostility, danger, and independence from earthbound possibility. As we're treated to this ceaseless exercise in human malignance, Neighbors peppers in episodes of cartoon-grade zaniness, macabre pathos, and absolute surrealism. And although it might not seem like all of these comic identities can exist in the same film, Neighbors has a special trick up its sleeve to make it all work: it's funny. Never brilliant, and rarely all that fresh, but always funny.
The frat stuff plays broad, often saddling Efron's sadomasochistic pseudo-villain, Franco's vulnerable prick, and the pair's gang of goons — a wily Christopher Mintz-Plasse and an effortlessly charming Jerrod Carmichael at the top of the heap — with the usual party flick shenanigans like dance-offs and flaming barrels of marijuana. The team of youngsters is at its best, though, when the standard routine is shirked for more peculiar fare, like an abstract non sequitur that has Franco demonstrating a bizarre biological skill, or a fractured history of drinking games as narrated through flashbacks by a passionate Efron.
A good deal of fun can be pinned on the usual assortment of physical gags, pop culture references (one extended bit plays on the film histories of Robert De Niro, Samuel L. Jackson, and Al Pacino to endearing results), and the goofball antics of supporting players like Ike Barinholtz (as Mac's zealous, dimwitted pal). But Neighbors' secret weapon is Byrne, outshining the established comedic reputations of her co-stars with her performance as Kelly. Catapulted miles from the doldrums of straight-man-hood, Byrne tops even Rogen in awkward panache (watching her struggling to interact with the younger breed early on in the movie is delightful) and diabolical villainy alike — the very biggest laughs come from Byrne unleashing her furies or executing evil schemes. If Neighbors inspires any lasting impression, it should be a new appreciation for Byrne's chops in the humor department.
Somehow, this farcical grab bag never feels lethally convoluted or overstuffed. While the film's pacing does no great favors — we jump right into the principal conflict, which is a tough beat to sustain for so long — and a few abject narrative leaps keep the story from feeling tidy, these problems feel like a second priority. Even if some of the jokes feel strained or rehashed, if the characters are malleable, if the conceit is overcooked, or if there are too many plot holes to count... we're laughing. So it's working.
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Charlie Sheen is free to wed his porn star fiancee Brett Rossi now she's officially divorced. The actor proposed to the adult actress in February (14), when she was still legally married to estranged husband John Ross, who filed for divorce last summer (Jul13).
The marriage officially ended on 23 April (14), and now Sheen and his bride-to-be are planning a November (14) wedding, according to sources.
The actor has been married three times before - he divorced his last wife, Brooke Mueller, in 2011.
Actress and TV personality Brooke Burke Charvet has walked away from a minor car accident after crashing her vehicle into a fence in Calabasas, California. The former Dancing With the Stars co-host lost control of her Maserati early on Wednesday (02Apr14) and rammed into a chain link barrier, causing mild damage to her luxury car, according to TMZ.com.
She passed a field sobriety test, which had been administered by police officers who arrived on the scene, and the star, who is not believed to have been injured, has since taken to Twitter.com to share the news of her accident.
She writes, "Rough morning. Accident on my wAy 2 work (sic). Tons of cops & of course photogs (sic)... Poor Mazeratti (sic) ..yes I was sober".
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Sex and the City is an important part of television history. It opened up a dialogue about sex, gave a voice to female sexuality and female professionals, and made the Cosmo the drink of the single lady. It has inspired fashion, slang, and even influenced television. Along with Golden Girls, Sex and the City has established a genre of television series. Now, shows about girlfriends defined by four specific archetypes, conversations around a table, and the female friend family unit are popular.
Here is a ranking of some of the best and least inspired shows that give a wink and a nod to Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte, and Miranda.
It’s hard to deny this show is influenced by the popular Sarah Jessica Parker series. The opening sequence for this Kelsey Grammer produced sitcom is enough to make it seem like a rip-off of the show, but this comedy is so much more. The characters are similar to the archetypes of SATC but they are also full-fledged characters. Tracee Ellis Ross plays the queen bee of the group but she is also a lawyer and not as romantically savvy. The show takes the best parts of SATC and pushes them further. It show empowered professional women, the bonds of friendship, while introducing more race, social issues, and opening up more of a dialogue about feminism.
The popular and polarizing Lena Dunham series managed to hold onto the worst parts of SATC and still make an interesting and rich show. Some of the most frustrating parts of the original HBO series were when the women avoided clear communication and reacted impulsively at the detriment to their relationships. It also is a little tough to stomach a series about opulent women who are unburdened in a city as hard as New York. And yet, Dunham’s series uses those exact elements to shine a light on being young, entitled, and neurotic in New York. Hannah offers a more emotionally unbalanced Carrie. Marnie is a more sympathetic and less type-A Miranda. Jessa shows the consequences of Samantha’s wild ways. And Shoshanna is just as funny as Charlotte.
The Carrie Diaries
This show makes no qualms about referencing SATC. It shouldn’t because it’s a prequel. A young Carrie (AnnaSophia Robb) ditches high school for the big city and gets a job at Interview magazine in the 1980s. The show unnecessarily leans on the HBO series when a show about growing up in New York and 1980s nostalgia are enough to make it inherently entertaining. The addition of Lindsey Gort as Samantha is also shaking up the series for the better. However, die-hard fans will notice the major differences. They also seem to dust off SATC references in a bit of a forced kind of way.
This post-SATC series makes no qualms about its connections to the original. It stars former guest star Lucy Liu and employs designer Patricia Field. Darren Star and Candace Bushnell had dueling series at the same time. We side with Star because he’s been doing scandalous soaps for ages. This series opted more for exploring the power dynamics and social lives of high-powered businesswomen. That’s inherently more interesting, and more of a nod to feminism, than SATC. As you can tell from the scene below, it has plenty of gabbing about men, memorable slang, and friendship. It had the potential to be an upgrade to the original but was battling Brooke Shields and her brows.
This series lived and died by its casting. Brooke Shields is a viable candidate for a series about successful career women. However, the choice to cast television show killer Lindsay Price did not help. With weird names like Victory Ford and Nico Reilly and the choice to have the three women be a movie producer, fashion designer, and magazine maven seemed very contrived. At least on Melrose Place, Heather Locklear was a sexy, advertising executive. These choices killed a lot of credibility for the logic of the show and its potential for feminist leanings. Rather than going full-tilt comedy the series opted for a more serious approach to “having it all.” Paging Liz Lemon.