Grown Up Gossip & Internet Villainy
Ellie Bamber is the British actress known for her roles in The Falling and The Musketeers. Honestly, most of her roles have been relatively minor and most people will forget about her in 30 seconds. Or not. Let’s see how her career turns out.
Ellie was set on becoming a teacher during her youth and even graduated with a teaching degree from Wellington College. Delusion by her childhood past in theatrical acting, she decided to get into professional acting.
With her iconic role as Samantha Stevens in Bewitched, Elizabeth Montgomery “nose-twitched” her way into the hearts of everyone with a television set in the 1960s. Although ABC changed Dicks on her for the last three seasons — TV husbands Dick York and Dick Sargent, that is — Montgomery portrayed Samantha for the full eight-season run.
Montgomery later shed her wholesome image for darker roles. One such example was her portrayal of the eponymous ax murderer in 1975’s The Legend of Lizzie Borden. In an uber-bizarre example of “art imitates life,” it was discovered that Montgomery was actually Borden’s distant cousin.
American actress Amy Adams isn’t a natural redhead. Yes, shocking. She’s actually a blonde who looks better as a redhead. But you’re not here for her hair, are you?
There aren’t many authentic nudes of Amy Adams out there, mainly because she hasn’t gotten naked too much for her movie roles. And she’s too classy to accidentally pop out a nipple in public. She doesn’t seem to like the beaches too much so no topless bikini pics.
A little prelude to demonstrate how attractive this woman really is. Watch this:
I love awards season, because aside from the fact I obviously love movies and tv and music and celebrities, I like to see fancy bitches be fancy in clothes I could never possibly afford. I expected a lot from the BAFTAs this weekend because British hoes are supposed to be super fashionable, but I was sadly left with a major case of the “Mehs”.
The fact that it isn’t 1999 and Angelina Jolie was the biggest risk taker on the red carpet says A? LOT, because that bitch hasn’t pulled a genuine fashion risk in years, and her fashion choice this year wasn’t even that risky, but I guess that’s kind of my point.
What Beyonc? is to music, Meryl Streep is to film: the motherfucking Queen. So bow down, bitches, because Meryl just got nominated for the EIGHTEENTH time! Home girl has not only broken the nominations record, she’s shattered it, taken the broken pieces, melted them down, and had them made into an honorary Oscar for being the top bitch in Hollywood.
Do I think Meryl will pick up her fourth Oscar? No, probably not. Not that she doesn’t deserve it, because let’s face it, Meryl Streep could do a guest spot on Criminal Minds and it’d probably be Oscar worthy, but if they gave Meryl the Oscar every time she deserved it all other actresses would basically give up. That’s why they space out her Oscars, you know?
Despite all the protestations of nerdy, no-life Superman superfans, it appears that Superman: Man Of Steel is going to follow the blueprint of the newest Batman films, just like we said they would. That’s because Hollywood is completely devoid of ideas.
Yup, Superman – the lamest superhero of them all despite abilities to the contrary – is going to go all mean and moody.
Zack Snyder?s reboot will see Clark Kent frowning a lot and trying to work out the purpose of his life, deciding whether to become Superman at all. Of course he should. He’s got x-ray vision, can fly and punch holes through your chest. He’s probably lousy in bed though. Anyway, we’ve got some photographs of Henry Cavill on-set looking… um… moody and homeless.
Superman. He’s a bit rubbish isn’t he? He can fly, shoot lasers out of his eyes, blow really really coldly and make the world spin in reverse. Yet, he’s one of the lamest superheroes ever who has pretty lousy taste in women.
This has meant the movie adaptations have left us all a little disappointed by virtue of the fact they were rather true to the original comics. Apart from the one with Richard Pryor in. That was ace. Especially the bit where the woman gets eaten by a computer and turns into the internet.
Anyway, there’s a new Superman due called Man Of Steel and the woman who is The Piece in it is called Amy Adams. You might know her from movies such as Enchanted, Catch Me If You Can, The Fighter and Andre The Giant, We Hardly Knew Ye. And we’ve got the first pictures of her on set. We don’t know anything about her but we know she’s HOT.
Have you heard of Amy Adams? No? She’s an actress. Or something. We assume so because she’s just be handed the role of Lois Lane in the latest Superman film. That’s for definite. The producers have confirmed it and everything.
Director Zack Snyder says that this three-time Oscar nominee (best foley artist? *shrug) has “the talent to capture all of the qualities we love about Lois: smart, tough, funny, warm, ambitious and, of course, beautiful”.
And raven haired! Wait! Uh. Looks like Snyder will have to buy a wig or some Garnier Nutrisse or whatever it is girls poison their hair with.
In the genre of sport movies, the boxing movie is king, the undisputed champion. In fact nowhere are the recurring themes of sport movies more prevalent or integral. Boxing provides expression to the inarticulate, allows the underdog to achieve, invites relationship-fracturing obsession and is rife with politics- all essential ingredients of the genre.
David O Russell’s latest film does not shy away from these clich?s, it simply works within them as well as it possibly can.
Is this is a problem? Why should it be? Genre movies regularly achieve greatness. Westerns are strengthened by their confined narrative parameters so why not movies where the frontier is a pitch/ring/court?
Julie and Julia has all of the winning ingredients of your lady-happy chick-flick, mixed with some run-of-the-mill award baiting biographical gubbins and sprinkled with a couple of ?it? leads – but this recipe is overcooked.
It's hard to find a more likeable lady in Hollywood than Amy Adams, with the innocent twinkle in her eye and an irresistible charm to her performances, she is perfectly capable here of portraying one half of this twin-bio as Julie Powell. The other half comes from Meryl Streep, in another performance for her to literally chew on in the hope it’ll shit out a few more awards. Here she jumps into some big shoes to play the hormonally challenged Julia Child.
It is really Streep?s show ? as you would expect ? managing to make a decent embodiment of Child and her eccentricities, including the voice that sounds like a drowning goat. It's a thorough performance and slaps a bit of smugness on Streep’s part (she must have had some space in her awards cupboard to fill).
