Katy Perry’s PR march of doom™ continues as Lorde’s Melodrama takes on Witness in hand-to-hand combat. You can guess who will win this one in the long game.
So last night it came up on a news segment (THE NEWS!) that Katy was in Glastonbury, doing some sets and crowd surfing while she was at it. Fine. Whatever floats everyone’s boat. I was just relieved that it wasn’t another piece about her livestreaming event or another bit on how much she’s growing into the real Katy Perry.
This morning, the Sun (so please with some salt), is reporting that Katy Perry and Chris Martin were making out at Glastonbury. I can’t think of another combination that’s more vomit-inducing. Onions and bananas maybe? It was also reporting that Chris was making out with Dua Lipa the day previously, so possibly he’s doing that festival thing where you get it on with inappropriate randos, just because you can.
If I can get over the bad taste in my mouth, I’m fairly sure that is this a cynical PR ploy to once again drum up more attention to Katy and Witness. Kissing him right in the middle of promoting a new album seems terribly convenient to me. You’ll get more press, I’m not sure you’ll get more sales.
Ok, in order to be fair to Shania, I sat down and listened to it trying to keep an open mind. It sounds like the background music you play in a cereal commercial. That’s all I’ve got. It will make some money in ads for insurance or body wash.
Your thoughts? Am I being too harsh?
My predominant obsession this year has been The Good Wife. I was late to the party and from January this year until the end of June, I shot through all seven seasons. If I calculate the amount of time I’ve spent on it. 7 seasons x 22 episodes x 40 minutes each= 100+ hours. That’s proper mental.
As I was coming to the end, I consoled myself that. it. was. ok. The Good Wife has a sequel spin-off called The Good Fight. I would still have Diane Lockhart in my life for another 10 hours, maybe even Cary would come to visit. It would fill in that Florrick-shaped hole in my heart.
I have to say, hand on heart, that it’s not the same.
The Good Fight continues on with the adventures of Diane Lockhart after she’s lost all her money in a ponzi scheme. She then leaves her firm to join an African-American firm called Reddick, Boseman and Kolstad.
The Good Fight should be judged on its own merits but ultimately can’t be separated from its sister series so be prepared for a lot of comparison.
It’s a much more subdued show
Everything about The Good Fight is so much quieter. Even Diane Lockhart is a shadow of her former self, I’m not sure why they call it The Good Fight because it feels like they’ve completely defanged her. Continue reading
There was a period last year where I could not stop recommending American Crime Story: The people vs OJ to everyone. I badgered friends, I reminded family, there was probably a point where I was recommending it to actual strangers as a must watch. So when I heard the follow-up was going to be American Crime Story: Hurricane Katrina, I was not quite on board. Ryan Murphy is so hit and miss with sensitive topics (see: Glee, Popular, American Horror Story).
The producers must have heard the collective hesitation and have agreed to shelve it for American Crime Story: Versace. That is so much more up Ryan Murphy’s alley – glitzy, glossy, trashy storytelling.
Please behold this glorious cover. Feast your eyes on this.
Yes, that’s Penelope Cruz as Donatella. She doesn’t really look anything like her, young Donatella looked a lot like Lady GaGa….but it’s television. We’ll cut them some slack.
Ricky Martin’s robe is perfectly placed. That is all.
Did I ever mention that I saw Darren Criss as Hedwig in Hedwig and the Angry Inch? I love him so much. He has that intense serial killer thing happening for this role, a far cry from wholesome, dancing Blaine. In case I forget to mention it, those are some perfect 90s glasses.
The show is slated to come out in 2019, which is more than 6 months away. That’s just mean.
In news that shocks nobody, Miley and Dolce & Gabbana (well more correctly Gabbana) have been fighting over Instagram in what could be the lamest fight ever. Miley being Miley, passive-aggressively dug at D&G about not supporting their politics and Gabbana responded with “We don’t care about politics! Two fingers!”
This coincides of course, with D&G releasing their “Boycott Dolce & Gabbana” t-shirts, which is an apparent dig at anti-Trump followers and protesters who are sh!tty at the fashionhouse for dressing Melania. It’s a $245USD shirt so I guess D&G thought it would be funny to go with the “Let them eat cake” philosophy. Continue reading
Once upon a time, my friend Fi and I sat down to watch Annabelle, and for some reason or another the copy we had was hardwired to French. We had to watch the entire thing with a lot of “Merde!” and “Mon Dieu!”, it was not a terrifying experience.
I don’t know if this is going to be a terrifying experience either and it’s in English. Screeching is not scary.
The nice trailer people have essentially given us the entire story in 2 minutes: An Australian couple (Miranda Otto and Anthony LaPaglia) lose their daughter to a car accident, they try to bring their daughter back to life by relocating her soul in a super-creepy doll. It doesn’t work out and it looks like Miranda Otto loses half of her face – Phantom of the Opera style, complete with appropriate mask. Meanwhile Anthony decides to lease out the place to a nun and a bunch of orphans. The doll’s soul (?) jumps out into the orphan with the wheelchair and the haunting OFFICIALLY begins.
I have so many questions. Continue reading
In a few minutes, he will go home and relieve his wife of baby duty. On the way to my car, I think about how few people there are like him. A man who holds an Oscar and a man from whom people hide their jewelry. His daily work is to make a living by being twice as indestructible, twice as powerful, yet half as threatening as an average white man. He is a winner in a country that seems to want people like him to lose. And perhaps, as he said, that can be misused as some kind of lazy peace offering. Here is a black man whose success proves that there’s nothing wrong at all.
I’ll just leave this piece for you to consider. If you have half a beating heart, you’ll fall in love with Mahershala Ali some more because of how thoughtful and considered he is about everything. And then afterwards, you can stare some more at how utterly blinding his smile is on the cover of GQ.