Showing posts with label Daniel Day-Lewis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Daniel Day-Lewis. Show all posts

Monday, February 25, 2008

More Oscar Pix - The Men This Time


Patrick Dempsey gives off that "happy to be anywhere" vibe, doesn't he? His inclusion in the Oscars seemed sort of random.

What's the matter Johnny - did someone tear you away from your comic book collection? Oh, poor thing, you had to go to an awards show. You and Keira Knightley would make a lovely, sullen couple.

Daniel Day-Lewis seemed chipper. Now won't see him again for ten years. He's like that one cousin who pops in at the family reunion once a decade, then returns to his four Kenyan wives on his dirt farm.

Viggo. 'Nuff said.

I'm including Tilda Swinton in the male post until further notice. Cause I ain't convinced. There needs to be some kind of exam.

Clooney and his hooker. Does George ever drop the "I don't take all this seriously" act? He's in danger of becoming George Hamilton.

Monday, January 28, 2008

Sean Young Hits 10 On The Crazy-Scale


Sean Young
has emerged from her cocoon, where she spent the last several years storing up crazy, readying herself for her grand rebirth. And where did the fabled maniac strike this time? The Directors' Guild Awards.

Why she was actually there, no one can say. She was in rare form though. Clearly soused, and in the company of a man who was said to be "oblivious" to her antics, Ms. Young randomly picked out targets from amongst the high-falutin. According to witnesses, Ms. Young variously heckled Marion Cotillard, shouted things at a clip of George Clooney from Michael Clayton, burst spontaneously into song, and, most notoriously, shouted obscenities at The Diving Bell and the Butterfly director Julian Schnabel, who bravely stared down the legendary maniac, shouting back at her, "Have another drink, honey." It was at this point that security decided to cut Ms. Young's act short. A guard took her by the arm, dragged her out through a side door and tossed her.

Oh, if only every awards show had Sean Young. Imagine how much more fun last night's stuffy SAG Awards would've been had Sean been there to yell hideously inappropriate things. Like at the end of Daniel Day-Lewis's speech when he dedicated his award to Heath Ledger. How much better would that have been had Sean then stood up and screamed, "Did him!" Or when Julie Christie paid tribute to the striking writers. What did that moment need? Sean Young hollaring, "Who did your make-up, a mortician? Get off the stage you dried-up old crone. I could've played your part in my sleep. And without expelling the reek of the crypt from my vagina!"

I love Sean Young.

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