Actor Neil Patrick Harris played the perfect party guest on Thursday (01Jan15) by hiring the services of hangover cure experts to help pals recover from their drunken antics on New Year's Eve (31Dec14). The Gone Girl star reveals he was invited to a pyjama party in Los Angeles on the first day of 2015 and he decided to seek out the help of professionals at The I.V. Doctor, a new house call service where medics hook clients up to intravenous drips filled with vitamins to help combat the after affects of drinking too much alcohol.
Taking to Twitter.com, Harris wrote, "Attended a New Years Day Hangover party today. Everyone wore PJs, and I brought @TheIVDoctor, who rehydrated us all. Highly recommended."
The hangover 'cures' don't come cheap - the cost of the service starts at $150 (£94).
Ever since she used the term "conscious uncoupling," Gwyneth Paltrow has had her personal life under a microscope. But Paltrow is no stranger to oversharing, bringing the details of her lavish lifestyle to her weekly GOOP newsletter (much to the ire of working moms everywhere). Thankfully for celebrities like Paltrow, there is more than one bright side to splitting up.
That's why even in the midst of a very public divorce, GP is still sitting pretty -- compared to the rest of us, at least. Here's why your day-to-day just doesn't measure up:
You have to work all year round. Paltrow has said she only makes one movie a year, for which she cuts a multi-million dollar paycheck. How many vacation days have you saved up so far?
You don't have time to know what "macrobiotic" means.Following Paltrow's customized diet would drain both your bank account and your sanity.
You wear "real" clothes.Your monthly clothing budget looks more like your water bill than your mortgage. Paltrow is BFFs with A-list designers like Stella McCartney.
Your gifts suck.When the holidays roll around, you and your girlfriends play white elephant with a budget in the double digits. In her 2013 GOOP gift guide, Paltrow recommended a set of PJs for your BF that would set you back almost $450 -- before the custom monogram.
Your personal trainer is your DVD player.And by making house calls to check your form, you mean your toddler climbing on your back during plank. Paltrow is a Tracy Anderson protege and her business partner.
Your self renewal process is (fingers crossed) a morning shower.Paltrow famously endures multiple detoxes each year to heal and cleanse -- every day is a detox for you because you don't have time to eat until dinner.
You're still trying to get a reservation at Babbo.When Paltrow wanted to learn the finer nuances of Italian cooking, she went on a road trip with chef and owner Mario Batali.GIPHY
You and your girlfriends enjoy a cocktail or two.Paltrow told the The Guardian in 2006 she didn't "like" drunk women and had no "drunk friends." Guess you'll be stuck hanging out at those lame places for drunk people: bars, clubs, concerts, events, etc. (Okay, maybe this is a reason your life is better.)
You only have one closet.For someone like Paltrow, who is constantly acquiring new pieces for her wardrobe, space is at a premium. So she calls in the experts at Vault Couture to catalogue and store her garments off-site. By browsing her online "vault" she can select items for rapid global delivery whenever she wants. Yes, she basically has the Clueless closet.
Your vacations are anything but transformative.Even though she described the accommodations at Mii amo Spa in Sedona, Arizona as "nothing to write home about" in the December 11, 2013 issue of GOOP, she still suggests shelling out between $2,265 and $2,500 for a three-day therapeutic journey in a double-occupancy room. Per person.
You're stuck living within your means.Perhaps justifying her anything-but-normal life, Paltrow told Elle UK in 2009 "I am who I am. I can't pretend to be somebody who makes $25,000 a year." We could give her some tips.
You've consumed your share of subpar dairy.At the iTunes Festival in 2011, Paltrow declared, "I'd rather smoke crack than eat cheese from a tin." Who knew Cheese Whiz was a gateway drug?
If this sounds like you, don't fret. At least no one has to know.
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In days of yore, before every American knew what the term "stylist" meant and Mr. Blackwell's Worst Dressed List was more of a joke than the people on it, red carpets were seriously fun. They were messy. There were train wrecks, lots of them, and I don't mean the odd Prada suit that wasn't well tailored. It was a blast.
And that's why the VMAs matter. It’s the one awards show where celebs let their friends dress them, and even the highest paid stylists loosen their grip a little. Sure, Miley wore Dolce, Iggy Azalea wore Pucci and Ciara turned it out in Givenchy Couture. But it was a Givenchy that would have made any Hollywood publicist pass out. It was sick. And then there were all the really bad shoes, the PJs, the pants, the sarongs, and the tees, and suffocating amounts of midriff.
So thank you, MTV, for carrying the torch for the Fashion Mud Pie. And brava, Rita Ora, for white-watering in on a rapid of blue ostrich feathers. Thank you for reminding us that style isn’t always unerring, and it doesn't always need to be polished to a gleam.
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The star decided to get in shape ahead of the second season of her sexy U.S. TV drama The Client List, in which she plays a single mother working as a high-class prostitute, with a few fitness rounds in the ring on Friday (05Oct12), but the exercise routine left her in agony.
Hewitt revealed news of her injury to fans on Twitter.com on Saturday (06Oct12), although she did not go into detail about exactly how she suffered the broken bone.
She tweeted, "Guess who broke her wrist yesterday boxing to get fit for season two! I will be spending the weekend resting in my pjs (pyjamas)."
Eddie Murphy — comedian, actor and frequent obese woman impersonator — is itching to return to Beverly Hills. Deadline reports that the star of the Beverly Hills Cop franchise is shopping around an hourlong comedy-drama-action series based on the films, which starred Murphy as a witty Detroit cop named Axel Foley who moves to Beverly Hills to, Calif., to investigate crimes in the posh neighborhood.
Murphy would produce the series with The Shield boss Shawn Ryan, but he wouldn't just stop behind the scenes. The new show would center on Foley's son, "who moves to Beverly Hills to escape the shadow of his legendary dad," who has become the police chief in Detroit. The big tease is that Murphy would occasionally pop up as Foley in a recurring guest star role. It's safe to say that given the show's procedural nature, recognizable title, non-risky genre bending and Murphy's involvement (the star has been discussing the project openly since last year), it won't have to spend too much time sitting on the shelf.
Most people agree that Murphy is well-deserving of a comeback, after a string of flops and that whole Oscars debacle — but did anyone expect the comedian's big return to be on network television? Can a small screen even hold the personality of the legendary talent, who has since exploded in stardom since his days on SNL? It very well may have to, considering that Murphy clearly hasn't found the cinematic success he should have in recent years, save for a brief "could this be it!?" comeback in 2006's Dreamgirls. Perhaps moving back to television is not so much a last resort as it is a brilliant move. Murphy hasn't been featured regularly on TV since the claymation-lite The PJs in 2001; that show and SNL mark his only two major TV gigs. Maybe a return to TV is exactly what can bring Murphy back into the spotlight he deserves.
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S8:E16 Last week's episode of The Office took a step back in the right direction and hinted at some major developments. Tonight we saw those developments -- or at least the shapes they might take -- and perhaps an even stronger episode. Dwight, Jim, Kathy, Erin, Ryan and Stanley are still in Florida, where the most drama transpires (in the romance and job departments), but the goings-on back in Scranton more than hold their own and devote the entire Dunder Mifflin leg of the story to a somewhat underused member of the office.
"She’s going to give it to me … as I’m giving it to her, tonight." –Todd Packer
There was a LOT to grasp in the Tallahassee/special-projects arc of tonight's story, some of which we might've seen coming with subtle foreshadowing in previous episodes and some of which, well, we knew was coming, because it was promised at the end of last episode. Let's start with the latter: We knew that Packer and Dwight would fight to the death, almost, for the vacant position of vice president of special projects, directly beneath (pun intended in this case) Nellie Bertram (returning guest star Catherine Tate) -- and fight it out they most certainly do. What begins as an unfriendly game of appealing to Nellie's every whim (i.e. simulating a beach setting) ends when Dwight, with an assist from Gabe, spikes Packer's drink, causing him to effectively drop out of the race for the night ... and puke all over Gabe. It sends Nellie, by default, into Dwight's room "one-on-one time," er, sex, but Dwight isn't interested and it looks like we'll have to wait until next episode to see the true outcome. The first of two romantic developments involves the somewhat weird cat-and-mouse thing going on between Ryan and Erin, but it seems to have ended when Erin informs Ryan, presumably, that it might take up to six months for them to have sex. The second of two such developments is a little more consequential. We're talking about Jim and Kathy, who invites herself into Jim's hotel room, clad in only PJs, and not the type you wear to keep warm. Things immediately get too close for comfort, which is when Jim blows the whistle. Kathy promises she's not there for "that," but before long she's in a bathrobe -- after a shower in his room! -- resting up against Jim. Soon thereafter, Jim has had enough and brings in the big guns: Dwight, responding to a bed-bug disturbance. He literally sprays Kathy out of Jim's room, ending any chance for a hookup. But not ending the chance of drama once Jim and the rest of the gang return to Scranton ...
"OK, everybody – 5 o’clock, workday’s over. Put your pencils down … and pick ‘em back up! Because now, the late-night work jam begins." –Andy
As previously promised, Tallahassee wasn't the only place to see a little romantic drama in tonight's episode. That's right -- love is in the air in Scranton, and no, it's not Creed and Meredith. But first, the obligatory boring setup side-story: Andy forces everyone to stay late to service the accounts of their office-mates who went to Florida. Unexciting as usual -- that is, until everyone converges in the conference room, where Daryl and Val are sitting next to each other. Remember, they have a history: In the quasi-Valentine's Day episode two weeks ago, the two of them danced around their apparent interest in one another. All ended well and all seemed well in that episode, as the two acknowledged the attraction. Tonight, though, Val's boyfriend enters the picture, literally, when he drops off some Jamaican food and a threat to Daryl to stay away from Val, claiming to have seen the texts he's sent her. Daryl says the texts were innocent, platonic, but Kelly calls him out when one of the many texts he reads aloud for the group ends in an ellipse ... with two too many dots. Ultimately, the hubbub comes to an end, and Daryl tells Val, "I don't think you and me [as a couple] is ridiculous." To be continued. And nice to See Daryl get an episode to himself!
Overall, this was a great episode, teeming with the developments we've been hoping for -- and teased with -- really all season long. The Jim-and-Kathy (who, it must be said, is slightly "Pam"-y) storyline could be over, but it's more than likely not. Who knows? Jim could fall for her, or she or Dwight could say something to Pam (even though Jim certainly did nothing wrong) when they return to Scranton. The point is, the writers have us, or least me, guessing again and, dare I say, slightly titillated! There were also scenes, primarily between Jim and Dwight, that reminded us of the good ol' days, when there was realistic interplay between the characters, but it was also funny. More of this, please. Please?
The Oscar winner was enjoying a break at her remote property in Scotland when police officers arrived at her door and warned her that neighbours had seen a nude man lurking on her estate.
However, Thompson's daughter Gaia soon realised the naked intruder they had seen was actually her mother as she had been skinny-dipping in a nearby river at the time of the sighting.
Thompson tells U.K. TV host Jonathan Ross, "(The police officer) said, 'Oh, hello, I'm sorry to bother you... but we've just had someone ring up to say that you've had an intruder on your land.'
"Picturing immediately an axe man behind a bush, I said, 'Really, when? What sort of an intruder?' 'Well,' he said, 'There was a dog walker coming up through the path, saw a naked man, about 50 years old, coming through your field'. And I was really worried, it was terrifying.
"From behind me, on the stairs, Gaia, in her PJs (pyjamas), was going, 'Wasn't that about the time that you came up from the river, mum?' Because behind the house there's a field and a pond. And there's sheep in the field, but they don't mind if I walk up naked.
"And I thought, 'Oh my God, oh my God'. Making the connection, I could see the same thing happening to the policeman. And I could see him, as he backed off, and I was thinking, 'He's going to go back to the station and he's going to say, 'You see that Emma Thompson? Her t**s must be so low that from a distance they read as testicles.'
"I nearly lifted up my nightie to show that they're not that bad."
The singer/actor dons silk PJs in his new video for the song Stay and he hopes the idea catches on.
The Fast Five star tells WENN, "I did the music video with Taraji P. Henson and let me tell you that wearing those silk pyjamas was way more challenging than lip syncing! But it was my idea. I like pyjamas.
"I'm trying to show the other side. Thugs love pyjamas too! I got pyjamas with cartoon characters on them and everything."
It’s Halloween Eve in suburbia and while most of the neighborhood kids are gearing up for a candy extravaganza two young‘uns--DJ (voiced by Mitchell Musso) and Chowder (voiced by Sam Lerner)--are fretting and dreading. They’re convinced that the decrepit house across the street is in fact a monster house inhabited by an old hermit named Nebbercracker (voiced by Steve Buscemi) that will lure kids in on Halloween night. But just as DJ’s parents who naturally don’t believe him to begin with leave for a vacation DJ inadvertently sends Nebbercracker to his death--or so he fears. Now DJ believes Nebbercracker’s monster house will seek revenge on him specifically and to make matters worse his negligent babysitter (voiced by Maggie Gyllenhaal) won’t hear of his yapping. After DJ and Chowder are forced to take action they along with a girl peddling candy (voiced by Spencer Locke) discover how the monster came to be and just how unforgiving she is. When it comes to animation acting the main goal is to make audiences forget that the actors are giving their performances in a studio possibly dressed in their PJs and sans makeup. That goal’s usually achieved but Monster House takes a gamble in supposing that child actors comprising the lead characters will be able to wrap their still-expanding brains around the concept. Somehow Lerner and Musso grasp this despite sounding like they haven’t even been in this world very long! The two are surrounded by a fail-proof supporting cast: it takes a while to recognize Buscemi’s voice as Nebbercracker but once it hits it fits and Gyllenhaal as the babysitter is great if unpredictable casting. Quasi-cameos from Jason Lee as Gyllenhaal’s punk boyfriend Jon Heder as a video-game god and Kevin James and Nick Cannon as slow-moving and -thinking cops garner the most laughs. Not only does it help a film’s box office performance to have Steven Spielberg and Robert Zemeckis onboard as executive producers it helps a film’s director--in this case a rookie director named Gil Kenan. (Zemeckis directed ‘04’s somewhat similar-looking The Polar Express.) While the animation doesn’t quite stand up to say Pixar’s earth-shattering visuals Kenan makes up for it with a fun-filled story (from scripters Dan Harmon Rob Schrab and Pamela Pettler) and an overall lively involved effort--and it’s not like the movie doesn’t still look gorgeous. Besides sometimes it’s refreshing to not be so entranced by the CGI that you lose sight of the actual movie at hand. Kenan’s film is one of the scarier animated movies in a while but that still doesn’t exclude many age groups. What the first-time director thrives on is stopping just shy of true horror moments at which point he reverts to feel-good mode without ever being sappy.
Lawsuits over stolen ideas and properties are commonplace in the entertainment business--but the claims generally come from those working within the industry.
This time around, it's a janitor.
Variety reports Tally Collier, a Chicago, Ill., janitor, is suing Eddie Murphy and producers of the now-defunct animated series The PJs, claiming they stole his likeness from an amateur documentary. Imagine Entertainment execs Ron Howard, Brian Grazer and Tony Krantz are also named in the suit.
The short documentary, made by Daryl Murphy (no relation to Eddie), centers on life in Chicago's housing projects and stars Collier. The filmmaker submitted the video to The Oprah Winfrey Show in 1998 in hopes of getting a spot on a future segment but was never contacted. Collier believes Eddie Murphy and the others somehow got the tape from the show.
The PJs, which ran on Fox in 1999 and on the WB during the 2000-01 season, was an amusing look at a family living in a housing project. Executive producer Eddie Murphy was the voice of the central character--building superintendent Thurgoode Orenthal Stubbs.
The suit claims one of The PJs characters, Sanchez, is an exact copy of Collier; both men use an electronic voice box to speak and a cane to walk. It also cites other similar characters in both the amateur video and the animated series.
It's not been proven how The PJs producers could have gotten the tape since none of them are associated with Oprah.
The suit was filed March 22 in U.S. District Court in Illinois. The plaintiff is asking more than $75,000 in actual damages and more than $10 million in punitive damages, Variety reports.