Among many resonant moments in Liz Garbus's documentary Love, Marilyn, a pouf-lipped Lindsay Lohan reads from Marilyn Monroe's diary, one in an ensemble of A-list blond stars -- and a few brunettes.
Today's entertainment news seems to be filled with conflict. There's the Jennifer Aniston versus Angelina Jolie/Brad Pitt saga, the war against the Kardashians, the public's turning against Gwyneth Paltrow and Anne Hathaway, just to name a few.
Mattie Kahn Ah, sanity. It can be so aesthetically limiting. Thankfully, not everyone feels bound by its strictures. Ever the trend-setting bunch, s...
Amanda Bynes is, without a doubt, an 11 on the media dubbed "hot mess" Richter scale, and it seems like there is some kind of cultural payoff in watching her seismic mishaps expand.
I look at a lot of art. Sometimes it's my own, sometimes it's some of the mind-boggling amount available around the city. Today's post took me to Nolita, Chelsea, the Lower East Side and Soho.
The truth is we are forever looking at ourselves in comparison to those around us, creating our own internal A and B lists of who is successful in marriage, in career, financially, as parents, and then putting ourselves in one or the other category.
Zero laughs. Scary Movie 5 has zero laughs. None. Nothing in this funny movie is funny. Not the spoofs. Not the slapstick. Not the sight gags. Absolutely nothing.
Last Friday, I saw a dismal movie called Scary Movie 5. I've spent an inordinate amount of time thinking about this movie, considering the creative...
Earlier this week, my editor asked if I had any plans to see Scary Movie 5, primarily because Charlie Sheen Lindsay Lohan would be appearing in this movie. My attempt to decline the assignment, primarily based on the excuse, "I've never seen any other installment of the Scary Movie franchise," was met with deaf ears. Unfortunately, Scary Movie 5 was not screened early for press, so, early on a cold and rainy Friday on Manhattan's Upper East Side, I paid to see Scary Movie 5. While I watched, I kept a live blog of what happened.
I just saw your most recent cover over at Wonderland magazine. You look beautiful. What I take issue with, however, is that you talk about being single forever.
We've clearly gotten way too casual as a nation about our definition of what does and does not constitute sideboob. To help, we compiled a chart of the different kinds of boob potentially visible in celebrity photos.
Forget fullboob. That's so flagrant. So in your face. Even the description "full frontal" sounds so crude. Wholeboob is a concerted effort, with lights and Photoshop, posing and makeup, planning and care -- sideboob is a sneak attack.
While I may not agree with the entire spiritual underpinning of "Lent," I liked the idea of participating in it as a personal-growth exercise, in line with my previous efforts to read Cats in the original feline, or to get taller.
This just may be Lindsay Lohan's lowest moment.
Imagine writer-director Paul Schrader's delight when The New York Times Magazine, the bastion of cultural taste and respectability, called to write a piece about his latest directorial effort, The Canyons.
From one side, we will hear demands for incarceration; from the other, outcries for treatment. While I do not know Ms. Lohan or the details of her case, I do know that for offenders who are addicted, neither jail or treatment alone works. Drug Courts do.