Gervais asserts that he plays a character on stage, ironically presenting himself as better or more knowledgeable than the people in the seats. But it's a bit harder to laugh along with the school bully than it is with the class clown.
In Kirkland, a star was born -- in her forties. Kirkland's Anna, a faded Czech star stumbling into Manhattan striving for a new beginning, is just as stunning 25 years later.
Unquestionably, there are a few memorable films in the running, but also a lot of filler -- some nominees that simply make you scratch your head in wonderment.
Hypnotized by the cost and convenience of the form, I'm afraid Hollywood -- and in response, audiences -- are forgetting that an emphasis on setting and character is precisely the point of the mockumentary. It is, in fact, the only point.
My relationship with TV hit a rough patch recently. No, I'm not talking about my beloved shows -- we're still good. I mean TV.
Like: Bruce Springsteen & the E Street Band release new single "We Take Care Of Our Own." Instant classic summer song. It makes me want to drive cross country, stopping in every little town and just help people or something.
If we let go of the need to fit ourselves into the brand, the image, the iconic self, maybe we'd have an easier time figuring out who we really are.
At the Friday evening party at the studio, I had an opportunity to speak to Jane Fonda about her new book, Prime Time. We discussed her conclusion that the last third of your life can be the best.
As one of the character puts it, "This is a unique and dramatic situation." But to the audience, The Descendants is simply about saying good-bye.
One of the most important pieces of the entire puzzle is red carpet fashions and who better to ask about this than couture designer Randi Rahm, who first opened her successful Fifth Avenue atelier 14 years ago.
I was underwhelmed to see that most celebrities went for brand names and popular choices versus exciting and new, emerging talent.
On Sunday I watched the 69th Annual Golden Globe Awards along with some 17 million people. The evening's BIG winner, in my mind: the Internet.
Ricky Gervais kicks things off, poking fun at host network NBC, reading the rules he'll be ignoring, and sharing too much information about his penis. Ricky insults Helen Mirren. (Is that legal? Can you do that as a British citizen?)
It's oddly intriguing that a lackluster show and a diluted dose of Ricky Gervais appeals to me greater than his shockmeister two prior appearances.
Last night, like the rest of Earth's lost souls, I watched the Golden Globe awards. Like you, I was not nominated for a Golden Globe, yet still watc...
If Ricky Gervais doesn't get invited back by the Golden Globes in 2013, it might be because he was so boring at Sunday night's ceremony.