As a die-hard romantic, I'm always thrilled when couples that have broken up get back together again. Especially if they parted ways because of something so inevitable as one of them sleeping with another person.
When male celebrities and politicians have affairs, the public is generally willing to accept their apologies without it having to bring down their relationship or career. So why does it seem different when a woman cheats?
I don't care if Kristen Stewart and Rupert Sanders did it in a car, in a bar, in a house or with a mouse. But while I might not be concerned for K-Stew, I am concerned for my younger stepsister who idolizes and worships her.
David Cronenberg's latest film is Cosmopolis, starring Robert Pattinson and Paul Giamatti: a cautionary tale of 21st-century capitalism, excess, violence, and spiritual lethargy.
I have no idea what the future of Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart is or should be. But I do know that they both, their public, and the media should understand what went on and its context far more completely.
For once, Pattinson's stiffness works in his favor as Eric Packer, an affectless young billionaire looking for meaning as his self-made financial empire crumbles in a single day.
Kristen Stewart may have made a big mistake but she's taking far more heat than Hollywood's male cheaters.
Alright. Here's what I suggest. Stop reading open letters to you. People love to anonymously tear public figures down. Seek wise counsel. And don't be so hard on yourself. This too shall pass
Golden Globe and Emmy winner Paul Giamatti has been dubbed "The World's Best Character Actor" by Time Magazine. I recently caught up with Paul to discuss his preparation for the role he plays in the upcoming film Cospomolis.
When you're being monitored around the clock by members of the tabloid-press corps and even the contents of a trash bag can make news, how do you securely open up your house to strangers, evade paparazzi and safely transport your valuables across town?
As one would expect from Cronenberg, there are sudden moments of shocking violence to go with the moments of unsexy sex. None of it will distract you from the fact that this limo, like the whole enterprise titled Cosmopolis, is going nowhere.
I pity the press reps working on this film, as well as Pattinson's own handler. They are going to have to repeat endlessly, "No personal questions. No talk about Kristen Stewart!"
If, in fact, her personal life somehow hurts her standing with her young fans -- if the fans can no longer look up to her as a role model because she's a 22-year-old who got tired of one man and was tempted by another -- well, I'd say it's the best thing that could happen to her.
Kristen Stewart, you didn't just break Robert Pattinson's heart when you cheated on him, you also let down millions of young women who admired you.
I can't help rooting for these beautiful kids whose talent and money can't insulate them from the slings and arrows of life.
I suppose it is an indication of how pallid are the personalities of Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson, that the current "scandal," involving Miss Stewart engaging in a little make-out session with her married "Snow White and the Huntsman" director Rupert Sanders, has left me as cold as the undead.