The worst part of watching Sparkle was coming to the realisation that as a nation, we appear to have learned nothing from Glitter. It’s time to face the fact that singer-turned-actors appearing in films headed by one-word titles of adjectives usually used to describe jewellery are not a good idea. Not since Mariah Carey’s unfortunate first foray into feature-film have we seen the age-old rags-to-riches trope done such a disservice. To refer to this film as a poor man’s Dreamgirls is to pay it a compliment it doesn’t deserve.
The Million Dollar Baby actress to hopefully deliver another knockout performance.
Hope Springs is a delightful film which draws the curtain on a seldom discussed issue: What becomes of a marriage once the glitz and vitality are long gone and the couple are in their later years? As usual, Meryl Streep is terrific and works wonderfully with Tommy Lee Jones to portray a long established couple who have lost the spark in their marriage. Compelling viewing.
With the news that one of Angie’s sprogs is going to be making a cameo appearance in the upcoming Maleficent, we got thinking about good ol’ nepotism. It’s what enabled Sofia Coppola to get her dirty face all over Godfather 3, introduced Miley Cyrus to the world of fame and singlehandedly brought Rumer Willis’s chin to the attention of paparazzi everywhere. The thing with nepotism, though, is that – despite the fact it works out a lot of the time (see: Angelina Jolie, Jeff Bridges) – sometimes, just sometimes, it spawns people like Jason Connery. Wondering who that is? Then it’s time for you to meet the top ten actors spawned by far more successful parents, and thank your lucky stars that you don’t have a famous mother or father.
In light of the TomKatMobile crashing and burning on the love highway, we’ve put together a list of our Top Ten Divorce Movies.
The Oscar-nominated writer-director has died from complications relating to cancer.
Did you know old people have sex?
Ryan Seacrest’s jacket loses out big time.
Would you like Steven Spielberg to come over there and lick your toes clean, Michel Hazanavicius? That’s probably the only accolade left.