Sometimes at GFY HQ, when we’re not trying on our Grinch suits or objectifying dudes in Hollywood whom we might need to hire to open our mail (Hamm, do you own a letter-opener?), we sit around and ponder important questions. Like, remember when Jessica Biel was just that girl from the mushy Brenda Hampton show that clutched its pearls about teen sex? And now she’s wearing couture and dating Justin Timberlake. How did that happen? How does a girl go from The WB to dating and re-dating and re-re-dating Hollywood’s most eligible bachelor while serving as a utility player in Garry Marshall’s sprawling and inane ensemble “comedies” in 50 outfits or less? The answer: She doesn’t; this is 52 and I even edited it quite a bit. Still, Shailene Woodley, who is kind of Biel 2.0 in the sense that she TOO is on a Brenda Hampton show that clutches its pearls about teen sex, should take notes for the day she ends up wearing couture and dating Justin Timberlake.
Fugger: Jessica Biel
Fug Year’s Eve
I’m not even kidding when I tell you that I am SURE Bea Arthur wore this on a New Year’s Eve episode of The Golden Girls once.
I wish Bea could teleport through time and across dimensions into this New Year’s Eve, where I feel like she would be giving her fellow actors stern, sassy Get-A-Grip speeches. She could tell Biel to sack up and dump JT for good (and stop dressing like her lost roommate) (and never do another ensemble Gary Marshall movie). She could tell SJP that surely her SatC residuals are enough to keep her from having to make this movie. She could tell Katherine Heigl to do something about her hair, and get a new PR team that doesn’t include her momager. She could congratulate Abigail Breslin for seemingly being a charming and talented young lady, and congratulate Ludacris for being really cute and charismatic. She could tell Halle Berry that she deserves better than a movie which devotes almost no time to her in the trailer, while devoting MUCHO time to Ashton Kutcher. She could slap Ashton Kutcher and say nothing to him. She could tell Lea Michele that under no circumstances will it improve her career to hook up with Ashton Kutcher. She could ask Jon Bon Jovi to indulge her in a stanza of “Livin On A Prayer.” She could tell Josh Duhamel that she cried when Leo Du Pres died on AMC, and then they could be sad together about the demise of the soap opera. She could high five Zefron for getting to hang out with Michelle Pfeiffer all the time, and she could ask Michelle Pfeiffer how it’s possible that we all totally forgot she was still married to David E. Kelley, and, also, what was it like to make out with John Malkovich –weird? Sort of hot? Sort of hot and weird? She could tell Hector Elizondo to take a vacation. She could tell Seth Meyers that between this and I Don’t Know How She Does It, maybe his nose for movie scripts could use a little help, but at least he’s cute as a button. She could tell Sofia Vergara that she’s jealous of her cleavage, and congratulate Til Schweiger for perhaps being the only person in the cast who made a smart choice in making this movie. She could tell Hilary Swank that giving a glowing toast at the birthday party for a major human rights violator was perhaps not her brightest move and that at the very least she should learn to Google more effectively. She could ask Robert De Niro WHAT THE HELL WAS HE THINKING DECIDING TO MAKE THIS MOVIE AND MEET THE FOCKERS: MORE FOCKERS: THE FOCKERS NEVER END BECAUSE HE’S ROBERT FREAKING DE NIRO MY GOD HAVE SOME DIGNITY. And then she could sweep out in a flurry of caftan leaving us all wiser, better people. I wish that would happen.
[Photo: Getty
Fug file: Fugs, Hot Right Now, Jessica Biel
I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Fugry
Happy Halloween, Jessica Biel!
I have to say, brilliant idea, going as one of those angels who hangs out all day eating Philadelphia cream cheese and cavorting through the heavens. It’s the perfect excuse for a bagel binge. One cannot cavort without complex carbs.
Fug file: Fugs, Jessica Biel
7th Fug
Okay, in fairness, I loved the 1996 Tom Ford for Gucci Ladies’ Velvet Suit, which this seems to echo:
Except in this case, the pants are leggings and the shirt is color-coordinated to match (Tom Ford, I suspect, would suggest NO SHIRTS AT ALL) and ergo the overall effect is less Sweet Throwback to a Time When Gwyneth Wasn’t Writing GOOP and We Were All Young And I, Jessica, Once Spent 90 Minutes at Macy’s Shopping for a Nude Lipstick That Didn’t Make Me Look Dead, and more Can Someone Find Me A Teal Wall Because I Want to Look Like a Floating Head.
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@grubreport @thebestjasmine I always felt like they ruined Dean specifically in service of Jess, which is lazy writing for your love tri -H

Golden Globes Fug Carpet: Jessica Biel
I just do not understand The Biel. If you’re recently engaged, and Us Weekly says it’s because your boyfriend just wants to shut you up, why wouldn’t you start showing up places looking BLISSFUL and SEXED UP and AMAZING and NEVER BETTER? But every time she’s arrived somewhere for the last forever she’s looked like she just fell out of someone’s attic. And not the fun dramatic kind where they’re keeping their crazy wife — the musty, dusty kind where your mother keeps the bridesmaid dresses she had to wear in the 70s. She also isn’t wearing her ring, a fact our friendly local photographers have made sure to chronicle. Let’s take a look.
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