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- Our 8 Favorite Photos Of Ryan Gosling On His 31st Birthday
- Video: Happy 11/11/11 From These Eleven Disembodied Heads
- Video: Katy Perry Wears Old Lady Makeup, Emotes In New Video For ‘The One That Got Away’
- I Just Can’t Get Behind This Girl Scout Cookies Lip Balm
- The 8 Best Quotes From The Guy Who Let One Tree Hill Shoot At His House
- Immortals Was Better To Mickey Rourke And Stephen Dorff Than It Was To Freida Pinto
- Sasha Grey Reads To Children, Sparking Outrage Among Parents
- Jason Segel Verifies His Twitter Account With His Own Face
- Taylor Lautner Is Getting Old, Leans On Anorexia To Maintain His Abs Now
| Our 8 Favorite Photos Of Ryan Gosling On His 31st Birthday Posted: 12 Nov 2011 09:35 AM PST
Here at Crushable, we post about Ryan Gosling a lot. How could we not? The actor chooses smart, dynamic movie roles and manages to be cute and occasionally bashful in interviews. We’ve commented on his snappy style, Canadian heritage, and the Internet memes dedicated to him. So how to ring in his 31st birthday? Instead of choosing a specific theme — like I said, we’ve basically covered them all — here are the photos of Ryan that have stuck with us over the years, ever since he started out as Young Hercules. Oh, and here’s a bonus .gif that we couldn’t format in the gallery, but that encapsulates what we love about Ryan: His laugh.
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| Video: Happy 11/11/11 From These Eleven Disembodied Heads Posted: 11 Nov 2011 03:02 PM PST Happy 11/11/11, everyone! Are you having as exciting a time as I am with these crazypants numbers? Why, in the past eleven hours of this numerologically significant day alone, I’ve blown my nose eleven times, eaten (more than) eleven bites of food, and even, at exactly 11:11 a.m. 11/11/11 on the dot, thought eleven times about putting on something other than full-body reindeer pajamas, then thought eleven times better of it (times eleven). True story! Anyway, in honor of this very important non-holiday, some weirdos called The Koren Ensemble decided to make up an operatic anthem for 11/11/11 and film (what else?) eleven angry-looking disembodied heads singing it, just for you. Enjoy? (Via Buzzfeed) Related posts: Post from: Crushable |
| Video: Katy Perry Wears Old Lady Makeup, Emotes In New Video For ‘The One That Got Away’ Posted: 11 Nov 2011 02:44 PM PST What with all the big names who’ve been releasing big budget music videos lately (Rihanna, Gaga, Pregnoncé), it seems only natural that Katy Perry would want to keep her face in the game for the sixth(!) single off her In this fake biopic of Katy Perry (which stars Katy Perry as Zooey Deschanel as Katy Perry, naturally), Old Lady Katy putters around her fancy house reminiscing about (you guessed it) The One That Got Away. (I’m guessing her old husband represents old Russell Brand, in which case: ouch.) But before we discuss the utter better-than-Russell-Brand-ness of male co-star Diego Luna, can we talk about the video’s time frame? If we are to believe Old Lady Katy is looking back on actual Katy’s teen years (during which Radiohead and retro eighties styles were popular), and is now like, ninety, this is the 2070′s we’re dealing with. I refuse to believe a rich old lady in 2070 wouldn’t have a cooler-looking way to make coffee. It’s those little details that count, guys. Anyway, Diego Luna is totally hot in the role of “tortured artist/musician boyfriend who inexplicably loves a mainstream pop singer, then dies,” so I’m willing to overlook these small failings. I’m even willing to overlook the song, which I can only listen to about thirty seconds of before I start reaching for my Tupperware of pills. (It’s okay, it’s Friday.) But, with the speakers turned off, all that’s left is Diego and Katy rolling around in their bohemian sex cave, which is…agreeable enough. Oh look, she painted a mustache on herself! What a charming Manic Pixie Dream Girl you are, Katy Perry. Now please stop blocking my view of Diego. But theirs is a love that burns too brightly to be long for this cruel, cruel world, and so they fight. Zooey Perry ruins the painting he’s been working on, so he drives off in a huff…to his death. And just in case you weren’t crying yet, the Johnny Cash song in the end really attempts to twist the knife. Personally, the only tears I’m crying now are the rage kind, over the fact that someone signed off on putting poor, dead Johnny Cash’s music in a Katy Perry video. For shame. Viva Diego! (Via Popdust) Related posts: Post from: Crushable |
| I Just Can’t Get Behind This Girl Scout Cookies Lip Balm Posted: 11 Nov 2011 02:39 PM PST
I know that our former editor-in-chief Lilit has written on her love of lip balm, but I’m a strictly non-flavored kind of gal. The most I can handle is the peppermint Burt’s Bees chapstick, which is why this Girl Scout cookies-flavored set from Lip Smackers just doesn’t sit well with me. The entire set costs only $5, which is about what a box goes for, so it’s certainly tempting. But there’s something about flavored lip balm that makes my mind boomerang back to when I was six, flu-ridden, and had to drink cherry-flavored medicine. It’s just so artificially sweet! I have it in my head that tasting anything less than the real deal would ruin it down the line. And the forthcoming liquid lip gloss versions? Blech. Might I suggest other cookie-themed items, like your very own sew-on badge, a dog collar, or scented stick-ons? Related posts: Post from: Crushable |
| The 8 Best Quotes From The Guy Who Let One Tree Hill Shoot At His House Posted: 11 Nov 2011 02:10 PM PST
John’s essay is a delight whether you’re a diehard OTH fan/ever wanted to know more about Hilarie Burton on the set, or if you’re just interested in the TV-making process. What’s wonderful is that he’s so candid about how odd it was to see his home on TV, and he doesn’t hold back in revealing when the considerate producers inadvertently crossed the line. Because it definitely wasn’t a boring job! You should definitely read the whole thing, but here were our favorite bits. 1) [OTH] one of the worst TV shows ever made, and I seriously do not mean that as an insult. It’s bad in the way that Mexican TV is bad, superstylized bad. Good bad. Indeed, there are times when the particular campiness of its badness, although I can sense its presence, is in fact beyond me, beyond my frequency, like that beep you play on the Internet that only kids can hear. Too many of my camp-receptor cells have died. Possibly One Tree Hill is a work of genius. Certainly it is about to go nine seasons, strongly suggesting that the mother of its creator, Mark Schwahn, did not give birth to any idiots, or if she did those people are Schwahn’s siblings. 2) Hilarie has a golden reputation in Wilmington. She’s one of the cast members who’ve made the place home, and she gets involved in local things. When we met, she gave us hugs, complimented the house, thanked us for letting them use it. She disarmed us—good manners had not been what we’d expected. 3) One thing did happen during the set-decoration phase. It was small, but the symbolism of it was so obvious, so articulate, I really should have paid more attention. They wallpapered the stairwell and put up light sconces. It was the first little toe-wander across the Greg Perimeter, that line around the front two rooms. It was the first shy tentacle-tap, the first tendril-nuzzle. “But Greg [the producer] said only the front two rooms.” Well, we only shoot in there, yeah. But everything you can see from this room has to match her house, too. It’s for continuity. Made sense (dammit). …It was rather the oddity of their having done something so glaring when, with everything else, they’d been so meticulous (because it turned out they really did take pictures of your bookshelves). The wallpaper ended precisely where the camera’s peripheral vision did. What the camera couldn’t see wasn’t totally real. 4) We formed memories of our house that weren’t memories; we’d experienced them solely through television. We hadn’t been there for them, yet they’d occurred while we lived there. It felt something like what I imagine amnesiacs feel when they are shown pictures from their unremembered lives. You thought, How could I not remember this, how can I not have known that this happened? 5) Much later, when we were no longer dealing with One Tree, I caught myself wondering if Psycho Derek had not perhaps been created purely as an instrument for abusing our house, to make sure we never forgot the name Peyton Sawyer. Who was he? Who was Psycho Derek? 6) The crew couldn’t clean up after [the Psycho Derek fight scenes] as easily. Everything was not the same when we got home. The yard was still full of safety-glass shards. The handrail on the stairs was a few centimeters more rickety, thanks to Psycho Derek’s heavy grasping. (When we watched it on TV, we realized that the stunt guy had actually fallen backward onto the rail, with all his weight.) Not to mention that in our minds the basement was now permanently a onetime BDSM sex dungeon, and not a mutual-consent swinger dungeon, either. Psycho Derek had created some seriously bad visual associations in the house, ones our daughter might not enjoy discovering come her own teen years; the basement bondage pre-rape had taken place on Peyton’s prom night. (Prom was hard on our house: Peyton’s friend, Brooke, mad at Peyton for something, had egged it on the day of the prom; deranged Brooke fans later re-created this incident in “reality,” hitting our house with eggs in the very same spots; at least we assumed that’s who did it. Could have been vandals.) 7) One day we were at the Hilton, and I realized I’d forgotten something, a laptop cord. I drove to the house in the middle of a shoot. On my way back out, I ran into one of the crew. He had dinner plates in his hands. Wait, I knew those plates—they were plates we’d been given when we were married. He got nervous, obviously aware that he’d crossed some line. He told me that the stars, in their dining van, had asked for real plates. These were the first he’d seen. 8) A producer called and offered us more money at one point—so Peyton could say good-bye—but it had become a principle thing by then, and it felt good to say no, to reclaim the cave. …Our only worry was that maybe we’d caused trouble for Hilarie somehow, affected the plotline in some way that made Peyton less essential to the cast, but when we ran into her some weeks later and voiced this concern, she was characteristically ultramature about it and said, “You know, I think you really helped her grow up.” Her being Peyton. The producers had decided to zip forward the story line four years—just skip college, go straight from right after high school graduation to right after college graduation, with the characters all back home, in order to avoid the dorm-room doldrums that have brought down other teen shows. Related posts: Post from: Crushable |
| Immortals Was Better To Mickey Rourke And Stephen Dorff Than It Was To Freida Pinto Posted: 11 Nov 2011 01:44 PM PST
In a movie like Tarsem Singh's Olympian deathmatch epic Immortals, you have to match the ridiculousness around you. Mickey Rourke and Stephen Dorf—who have both dealt with tumultuous Hollywood careers—met this bizarre action-adventure gorefest with (respectively) an over-the-top villain and some much-needed commentary from the peanut gallery. By contrast, current starlet Freida Pinto suffered a more boring, less dynamic character. Ultimately, Immortals gave Stephen and Mickey a lot more to work with than it did Freida, making them some of the most vibrant characters and her one of the more forgettable. It's possible that Mickey Rourke was the best part of Immortals. (If you're counting solely by characters, because the slow-mo battle sequences probably take the ultimate title.) Once again he draws on his wrecked face by playing a character known for scars: Here, King Hyperion, who slashes each of his minions as an initiation rite, then forces them to wear masks because in his army, "everyone is equal." (Lest you think he doesn't follow his own dogma, he spends most of the battle scenes decked out in a claw-edged, two-horned helmet that brings to mind the bunny mecha bot from Sucker Punch.)
Hyperion rasps out Genghis Khan-esque predictions about spreading his seed all over the Hellenic world, and has no mercy for soldiers, prisoners, or traitors alike. He's a deliciously over-the-top villain, the disgusting embodiment of violence and excess. He's not unlike Marv, the role that introduced the younger generation to Mickey in 2005's Sin City: An offbeat performance that captures your attention because it's so unusual and dynamic. Then you have Stephen Dorff, another actor who has fluttered back into the cultural consciousness with this movie. The buzz around Sofia Coppola's Somewhere last year was that it would be Stephen's comeback. Unfortunately, the movie wasn't very well received, and his co-star Elle Fanning outshone him. (It didn't help that Stephen was basically playing himself, who wasn't as compelling as the producers must have intended.) But after seeing Stephen as peasant soldier Stavros, I'm interested in looking up more of his movies, or shelling out cash for the next one he's in. I had no idea he was so funny! Sure, the medium is cheap, but he was funny. Stavros was the necessary comic relief in the scenes between massive battles, poking fun at Theseus (Henry Cavill) and uselessly flirting with Phaedra, the lovely virginal oracle played by Freida.
The truth is, Freida needs to branch out from roles where she's the gorgeous girl getting saved. It fit her splendidly for Slumdog Millionaire when she was the idealized embodiment of all of Jamal's childhood hopes, but the character of Phaedra is a much diluted version of Latika. That's not to say that Freida doesn't display depth. Phaedra is a character whose life is burdened with expectations and laced with constant danger; though she is the oracle, she and her three fellow priestesses must act as one unit in order to keep her identity a secret. A later scene where she discovers how much her sisters suffered for her is utterly chilling. While her doctor in Revenge of the Planet of the Apes didn't need any rescuing, she was still supplementary to leads James Franco and Andy Serkis (the titular ape). Unfortunately, her role in Black Gold may continue to take her down the helpless-princess route. What we'd like to do is track down the overlooked drama Miral, where she plays an orphaned Palestinian girl in the Arab-Israeli War "who finds herself drawn into the conflict." Now that sounds like a project that gives Freida the agency she needs. Related posts: Post from: Crushable |
| Sasha Grey Reads To Children, Sparking Outrage Among Parents Posted: 11 Nov 2011 01:31 PM PST
Former adult film star and current non-adult film actress Sasha Grey caused numerous parental panties to bunch up when she read to a group of first and third graders at Compton, CA’s Emerson Elementary School last week as part of the Read Across America program. Apparently, despite the fact that Grey has been out of the adult business for more than two years now, and also despite the fact that a bunch of first graders wouldn’t recognize her as a porn star (provided their parents were doing their jobs), just being around that slutty, slutty book lover might’ve been enough to turn those seven-year-olds to lives of iniquity. When faced with parental scrutiny, the school made an unwise move (considering there was both photo and Twitter documentation of the event) and tried to deny she’d ever been there in the first place. “We have several celebrities who read to our students each year,” a rep for the school district told TMZ. “The actress you have indicated [Sasha] was not present.” Except, a whole bunch of adorable pictures of Sasha Grey reading to the children would say otherwise. For her part, Grey has released a statement in her trademark no-nonsense style reaffirming her commitment to helping children, as well as her right to be a well-rounded person and not some cartoon caricature of a fallen woman. Via TMZ:
Sorry for fangirling out for a moment, but I’m pretty impressed with how Grey has thus far managed to make her pearl-clutching detractors look like the big, immature babies they are every step of the way. I mean, does it seem fair to you that someone who’s been a sex worker at one point should never be allowed around children for the rest of her life? What if she wants to have kids of her own? I’d also like to take this opportunity to remind you that Sasha Grey 1.) reads books, 2.) worked really hard to get where she is, and 3.) is using her fame and fortune to help people in concrete ways, which is more than you can say for a lot of celebrities out there. Especially the “books” part. Related posts: Post from: Crushable |
| Jason Segel Verifies His Twitter Account With His Own Face Posted: 11 Nov 2011 01:19 PM PST
Jason Segel‘s love of the Muppets knows no bounds. His affections for Kermit and the gang run so deep that he has penned and starred in the latest Muppets release, which opens November 23. And his commitment to the franchise is so thorough that he has created a Twitter account just in time to publicize the premiere tomorrow night. But because Twitter’s social media mavens sometimes take longer than a day to verify celebrity accounts, he had to resort to his own methods. Like creating the above photo.  How can you not get excited for the new Muppets movie looking at that face? Considering how often kids movies are half-heartedly made by stars looking to get a big paycheck and spread their brand to a new generation of fans, it’s refreshingly charming to see someone who is now famous be “awe-struck” to appear alongside his childhood idols. Oh, and write and direct and produce next to them as well. Photo: @jasonsegel’s Twitter) Related posts: Post from: Crushable |
| Taylor Lautner Is Getting Old, Leans On Anorexia To Maintain His Abs Now Posted: 11 Nov 2011 01:06 PM PST
Finally, the truth about Taylor Lautner‘s crazy ab growing abilities. In order to get that six (or eight?) pack, he just stops eating. The Twilight star has been going on for years about how he has to eat everything in sight to maintain his hard body. But today in Parade, he finally admitted that he actually tends toward anorexia when he’s filming:
Now that he’s done filming, Taylor is back to being only half-fanatic about his abs: “I went out and had dessert for the first time in a while. And I took a few days off from the gym.” Compare this to his tour for the Twilight sequel where Taylor said he needs to eat a ton to get ripped:
Maybe that’s just the differences a year makes. Taylor was probably 17 when he started training for the last Twilight. The moral of this story? Taylor Lautner is old now. I don’t even want to start thinking about what that means for the rest of us. But I think we could all take a lesson from one person who has to deal with the harsh realities of Taylor’s abs on the daily: his co-star Robert Pattinson. Edward Cullen has been making the rounds explaining his ab-inferiority complex to any talk show who will listen while promoting the latest Twilight movie. And you’ve got to be on Team Edward when it comes to ad training routines. As he told MTV:
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