I don’t recall anyone talking about this movie before Tom Cruise abruptly started making the international rounds, and still nobody is talking about it now that it’s premiering here. In other words, Oblivion may be an apt name for its eternal fate.
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Thanks to technical difficulties, we didn’t get through as much stuff as we wanted to this last week. And so, a special GFY Saturday post that clears out the detritus from our lightboxes as we make way for the Golden Globes on Sunday. Big fun, y’all.
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Melissa “CONSIDER ME“ Leo seems incredibly wacky. Between her spots of harmless nuttery during last season’s awards season and the fact that she guffawed to Ryan Seacrest that her chiropractor texted her while on the red carpet — while he looked at her as if deeply nonplussed — I wonder if she is the Ron Artest of Hollywood, in the sense that she might be the person most likely to thank her therapist at any given moment (like he did when he won the championship with the Lakers) and then randomly change her name to something that, as Metta World Peace himself did, will affect our understanding of beauty pageant answers everywhere. I mean, if any of them answers that she wants world peace more than anything else, it could refer to global accord OR a one-night stand, and how are we to interpret?
I mean, Melissa is already walking around in a sequined pajama shirt. So even WITH her awesome shoes, I am on high alert here.
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Note to Melissa Leo:
It’s too late to somehow ALSO talk people into taking you into consideration for an Oscar for True Grit. That outfit isn’t going to do anything. Just so you know.
On a night full of some weird moments, let’s start with what went well for Melissa Leo: Her face. (And the fact that she won the Oscar despite the world’s most awkward, self-funded “Consider me” campaign. But whatever.) Things got strange from there, from Kirk Douglas’s never-ending intro for the Supporting Actress category, to her abject worship of him, to his abject interest in re-deflowering her behind the garden shed. The rest of it is wholly open for debate — both her Oscars dress (I tend to think it looks like an arts-and-crafts project, which would be awesome for the night if Franco was an artist whose canvas included both murder AND Melissa Leo’s naked body, which would make for a catchy tagline, so maybe General Hospital should look into it), and, in fact, everything she wore leading up to the big day. It all leads me to conclude that Melissa Leo is: a) talented; b) loopy; c) REALLY lucky those “CONSIDER” ads didn’t cause people to consider voting for Hailee Steinfeld, and d) the type of lady with whom you could have an entire conversation, and then after walking away, think, “Wait, what just happened?”
So, take a gander, and then drop by the comments to play fantasy stylist with her entire cadre of outfits. She needs you, Fug Nation. She needs you so badly.
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Fugs and Fabs: Everyone Else at the Call Me Crazy Premiere Not Named Jennifer Aniston
So I think Call Me Crazy is a movie about mental illnesses, which is a very important and serious topic, but given that it is Lifetime we’re talking about, I REALLY hoped it was actually about five women who snapped and killed people/threw people down a well/stabbed cheerleaders with vegetable peelers/ stalked their former lovers/ stole people’s identities. Come on, Lifetime. We need a Mother, May I Sleep With Danger? for the 21st century.
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