Yesterday we provided you with a face-morphing Web site in hopes everyone would take time out of “working” to create terrifying images for our viewing pleasure. And you delivered.
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75 percent of the Golden Girls (Betty White, Bea Arthur and Rue McClanahan) got together for a rare public appearance at the TV Land Awards in Santa Monica yesterday. The beautiful old trio was hugging and laughing and generally being just as adorable as you’d expect. Sadly, the gang wasn’t all there, as Estelle Getty now suffers from severe dementia and can’t attend events. But rest assured, her heart remains true, she’s still a pal and confidante (and she always will be).
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It was a battle of the housewives at last night’s Bravo A-List Awards as The Real Housewives of Orange County came Botoxed face-to-Botoxed face with The Real Housewives of New York City. We’re obviously biased, so we’ll allow you lovely readers to decide: Which coast won the red carpet?
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At left is a six-months pregnant Nicole Kidman at the CMT Music Awards on April 14th. At right is Kidman last night at the Academy of Country Music Awards. Isn’t the human body amazing?
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That creepy portrait Heath Ledger sat for just one month before passing away has won some art award. Said someone in our office more insensitive than ourselves: “It’s just ’cause he died.”
• Behold Tom Cruise! Tom Cruise is disgusted with you puny humans. Tom Cruise will laugh with glee when your blood stains the streets. [CityRag]
• “[Dina Lohan] has been named one of Long Island’s top 20 moms by Mingling Moms.” [DListed]
• Simon Cowell smokes Kools! [ICYDK]
• “If something’s cool and funky and I like it, it doesn’t matter how much it costs.” -Vanessa Hudgens, role model [INO]
• Hey, everyone: Mischa Barton is a real woman with real legs. Get over it. [HT]
• Britney Spears recently took a private jet to Kentwood, Louisiana to attend her 17-year-old sister’s baby shower. Smashing apart the class system is great.[Yeeeah]
Nicole Kidman, who accompanied husband Keith Urban to last night’s CMT Music Awards, was presented an award herself for being six months pregnant and still managing to look like a starving Ethiopian.
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Snoop Dogg, seen here looking like a little boy who snuck into his father’s closet and tried on his 10-sizes-too-large clothes, was a presenter at last night’s CMT Music Awards. Yes, that involves country music. Seems Nashville is not above desperate stunt casting.
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We have no explanation as to what the hell happened to Brendan Fraser that made him show up at Nickelodeon’s Kids’ Choice Awards looking like a homeless pedophile, but you can be sure this was not the choice of any of those children.
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Britney Spears‘ appearance two weeks ago on the set of crap sitcom How I Met Your Mother was forced and corny, but there was no bloodshed of which to speak. Ultimately, we’d say it was a successful baby step toward the young lady’s redemption. Next logical move? Test the hell out of her barely there sanity by putting her in a room full of hundreds of hyperventilating, hormonal youngsters who might try to grab her.
… OK! has learned that Britney Spears may be making another high profile show-biz appearance — this time on the orange carpet of the Kids’ Choice Awards on March 29!
This could go well or very, very poorly. If you’re a spiteful person, perhaps it will go so poorly you will consider it to have gone well (and vice versa).
Access Hollywood is giddy to announce they’ve got Project Runway winner Christian Siriano on blast to cover Nickelodeon’s 2008 Kids’ Choice Awards. He’ll be on the red orange carpet handing out Fierce Fashion Awards and says, “I think it’s fabulous that I’ll be on the red carpet checking to see if anyone is a hot tranny mess. Watch out - you know I’ll be fierce with my comments.”
Awards are fun to get, but the subjectivity of the world ultimately renders them meaningless. And people doing what they love shouldn’t give arbitrary awards much thought. That’s why the self-importance of the Oscars is so unbearable, and it’s also why it’s great to see Conan O’Brien goofing off while accepting his Irish Spirit Award. Well done, laddie.
After the jump, Conan during his acceptance speech, doing what looks to be an imitation of a drunk chugging a beer.
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We show you a picture of an event and you guess where it’s taking place: New York, LA or London. Simple, right? No peeking.
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In New York, we get used to seeing junkies of all physicalities and addictions, so Amy Winehouse’s turbulent movements at last night’s Brit awards aren’t unusual to us. We just hope all the violent, seemingly unconscious wiggling means she’s kicking heroin and not high on crack, because sometimes they look the same.
Perez Hilton must have stolen Paris‘ invitation to the Brit Awards red carpet and then asked a blind person to choose an outfit for him based on what felt “pretty.” Oh, and then he smothered his face in a giant powdered doughnut.
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Ryan Gosling received the Santa Barbara Film Festival’s inaugural Independent Award, an honor established to recognize actors who have made “a significant and unique contribution to independent film.” Presumably the festival committee was most impressed by Gosling’s breakthrough work in Young Hercules.
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HATERS We said it weeks ago. Twice. Others are starting to catch up: “…frankly, I don’t want to see Juno within a thousand feet of the Kodak Theater. I want her and her twee champions stopped at the metal detector. I want her turned away for being underdressed. I want her Toyota Previa to run out of gas on the 405. I want Blood’s Daniel Plainview to barge into Ellen Page’s pre-Oscar interview with Barbara Walters and bellow: ‘I drink your Sunny D! I drink it up! Slurrrrrrrrrp!‘…’If There Will Be Blood and No Country for Old Men split the smart-person vote, and Juno actually wins, I will understand, even better than I do now, how the Unabomber felt in his cabin all those years.’”
The Screen Actors Guild Awards, which this year replaced the Golden Globes and might also serve instead of the Oscars, were today described by the New York Times as “dignified.” Is that to say that, in years past, the SAG Awards had been undignified? Perhaps.
The show, which was allowed by the Writers Guild, went on without a preening master of ceremonies or any long production numbers. No winners felt the need to weep about their mothers or their political opinions. Even the salutes to the guild’s 75-year history were for the most part brisk and entertaining.
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The evening was so speedy that viewers were not given a chance to linger over movie stars decked out in designer finery…
The Times concludes that “when it comes to award-show writing, less is more.” We completely agree, and, prompted by the tepid viewer response, posit this: maybe nothing is best.
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