Movies: June 2011

Blake Lively Hacker Posts 17 New Naked Pictures, So Ner Ner

Remember how Blake Lively (yes, we’ve checked – that really is the name her parents bestowed on her) has never been naked in her entire life, let alone whipped out a smartphone and snapped pictures of her junk?

Well, after reps howled that the snaps were “100 percent FAKE!”, the hacker who circulated the photographs has decided to hit back.

And they’ve decided to hit back with a further 17 naked pictures of the Gossip Girl and hand-holder of Leonardo DiCaprio.

Legally, we must continually point out that the actress vehemently denies that it is she appearing in the explicit pictures which are very easily found online (if not, turn your ‘safe search’ off Google Images you massive wimp).

We must also point out, morally, that anyone who hasn’t ever indulged in some kind of nudie self-shots is some kind of backward pervert. Seriously. What’s wrong with you? What exactly are you hiding?

Anyway, these hackers have leaked new photos which ALLEGEDLY feature Lively in a bid to ‘prove’ that they are the real deal.

The hacker says, in a tone that wouldn’t pass as formal sounding in a job interview:

“Oh, yes, Blake’s rep. These are totally fake. We really, really believe you. Want moar? Btw, thanks for all the fats”.

The photos in question, which you’re probably already idly searching for despite not really knowing who she is, consist of Whoever The Woman Who Looks Like Blake Lively Is holding an iPhone with a distinctive protective cover. One that people are presumably trying to match up with a pap shot.

Lively’s representatives are yet to comment on this new batch as they’re probably still writing out invoices to send to the actress in exchange for some kind of damage limitation or upkeep of reputation.

Selena Gomez Is Latest Celebrity To Talk To Press About How She Doesn’t Like The Press

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wares and, of course, the best way to keep the hacks interested is to give them a sense of allowing them into their inner-sanctum. The writer gets to live vicariously through the star and a notion of exclusivity, while the celebrity gets to stay in the public eye, as a visual aid that they’ve got things you can buy of theirs.

However, at some point in a sleb’s career, they must become irritated by the press intrusion. It appears that they’re under the impression that they can play ball for a while, and then walk away when it suits them, only to return when they actually have a product to push.

Sadly, ‘celebrity’ is not on a Pay As You Go contract. Your short shelf life is in symbiosis with the will of hacks to shift units of newspapers and magazines, and so, when you’ve tired of the press writing about you, all that remains for a celebrity is to either give up on fame, or go talk to the very people who pose the problem of your life being no longer yours. And here’s

Complaints from the spotlight are nothing new. For years, musicians have been carefully placing a surreptitious comma in their well worn whines.

When a famous band says: ‘We won’t be doing any interviews to promote our new album’, they actually mean: ‘We won’t be doing any interviews, to promote our new album’.

And Selena Gomez isn’t happy with the press, and of course, ran straight to them to speak about how awful her life is.

On the back of a highly-publicised, orchestrated holiday with boyfriend Justin Bieber, which saw the young couple snapped while frollicking on the beach, set-up with various photography agencies and the like, Gomez rolls her eyes and wishes it weren’t all true.

She admits to a media outlet that she:

“doesn’t like it personally”

And the wilds of the internet aren’t going to help her either. While she may have found trace amounts of opinion online, she’s wary of the danger of getting hacked.

“I got hacked one time. They just hacked it, and we hacked it back and I apologized to my fans.”

She continues:

“[The hackers] put mean things about people I didn’t even know.”

Who would do such a thing? Slagging people off who you’ve never even met is the work of astonishing scumbags who should be forced to sit in a darkened room with a laptop, to write clunky jokes that don’t work while gently rocking back and forth while sobbing into their cold tea.

Bryce Dallas Howard in J. Crew Pepto-Bismol vomit: worst dressed?

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Bryce Dallas Howard was my worst-dressed pick for the MTV Movie Awards. Yeah, I know she’s pregnant and that should ensure that she gets a pass. But Bryce simply has terrible style, all the time. Remember when she wore this to Cannes just a few weeks ago? It was an oversized smock made out of stiff-looking tapestry material. And as for this J. Crew dress…I’m sorry, there are lots and lots of cute maternity clothes that don’t look like Pepto-Bismol vomit. I just don’t get why anyone would want to look like this, why anyone would say “Hey, that fug pink thing with the little rope belt! I WANT THAT.”
That being said, I don’t really get Bryce Dallas Howard in general. I get that she’s Ron Howard’s daughter and that she’s trying to make a name for herself on her own, and hey, she actually won last night (Best Fight) and she got a shout-out from Sparkles (“It’s ok, I ripped your head off and now you’re pregnant!”). But it feels like… eh. She doesn’t need to exist in Hollywood. She brings nothing to the table. She can’t even dress in a cute outfit for a red carpet.

Heather Graham’s bustier and hot pants on the ‘Judy Moody’ red carpet: inappropriate?

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Let me preface this by stating that I actually really like Heather Graham a lot. She’s a bit nutty, and I envy the hell out of her sleep routine, but I’ve always respected that she never really took the romcom route to instant fame like a few other vacuous blondes like, say, Kate Hudson. Instead, Heather does a lot of indie films and a little bit of arthouse stuff even though a lot of it ends up being junk that goes straight to DVD. Occasionally, she’ll take part in a successful mainstream movie, and people will remember that she exists, which is strange because I find her pretty hard to forget. Maybe that’s because she gets naked a lot.
Anyway, Heather has taken on a very atypical role by appearing as “Awesome Aunt Opal” in the upcoming Judy Moody and the NOT Bummer Summer, which is a children’s movie based upon a series of very successful books and should drum up a fair amount of family-related ticket sales. So Heather shows up (with her latest beau, Jason Silva, in tow) at the premiere while wearing a pair of black hot pants, a matching bustier, and strappy black platform heels. Sure, she looks great, but she seems a little — how do you say — underdressed for this type of movie premiere. At least her boobs aren’t popping out, right?

To be fair, Heather’s not really used to this sort of thing, but she could have taken a cue from Janet Varney’s red-carpet look and pulled on a simple, summery dress instead:

And at least the adorable kids from the movie, Madeline Carroll and Parris Mosteller, were appropriately covered up as well:

Emma Watson in white clingy Marchesa: pretty or forgettable?

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Emma Watson walked the red carpet at the MTV movie awards in a white mid-thigh length Marchesa with silver beading along the neckline and beaded fringe cap sleeves. She paired it with silver Brian Atwood heels, simple drop earrings and a silver cluster ring that she showed off while blowing kisses and bending over. I’m not a fan of Marchesa and felt that their Cannes fashion was pretty much a big miss, and this dress isn’t an exception.

The look isn’t particularly stunning but it isn’t an eyesore either. Watson’s hair and makeup are so pretty and the dress highlights how slim she is. Not many people can carry off tight white dresses. It’s just underwhelming in general and I’m not a fan of the gladiator-like sleeves or her silver platform heels, which look cheap.

I was thinking that this dress reminded me of something Anna Paquin wore to an awards ceremony last year, but I looked and Paquin was in a really fug McQueen dressat the 2010 Emmys. The only similarities were the gladiator metallic cap sleeves. Watson’s dress is so much prettier in comparison, but truly that’s not saying much.