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December 18, 2008 1:16 PM by Thelma Adams | COMMENTS
The Connecticut-born It girl and Big Love actor is an indie darling for her edgy East Village vibe and cooler-than-thou fashion cred.
WHY SHE'S ON OUR RADAR: The preternaturally stylish Sevigny is back for the third season of HBO's polygamy soap, Big Love, playing the prairie-chic, straight-off-the-compound second wife, Nicki Grant.
AS SEEN IN: Kids, Boys Don't Cry, The Last Days of Disco
HER SHTICK: The Connecticut-born It girl, now 34, is an indie darling for her edgy East Village vibe and cooler-than-thou fashion cred.
MAMA BEAR: "It's true she's manipulating the family," says Sevigny of the rigid control freak Nicki. "But she's also their strongest protector--whenever there's trouble, she's the one to go to the front lines to protect them. That's very hip."
DAILY INSPIRATION: "My friends. Music. The Louise Bourgeois retrospective at the Guggenheim. Just walking around the city. Families. Seeing [Big Love costar] Jeanne Tripplehorn with her son and husband. They have such a beautiful little unit."
FASHION PARTY OR MOVIE PREMIERE? "Definitely a fashion party," says Sevigny, who launched her own line for Opening Ceremony in 2007. "Fashion people are more in tune to what's going on in the culture. Plus, they have a good time; their parties are more silly."
THEIR CHEATIN' HEARTS: "I'm not really big on men right now," laughs the single starlet, who has been linked in the past to musician Matt McAuley and actor Vincent Gallo, her partner in the infamous Brown Bunny (bona fide) blowjob scene. "The men that I've been experiencing around me right now, I think it's hard for them to be loyal."
UP FOR SOME BIG LOVE OF HER OWN? "That's too many men to have around," she laughs. "That's too much babysitting!"
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December 9, 2008 1:19 PM by Unknown | COMMENTS
Senior Moments: This month, Brad Pitt gets his wrinkle on in The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, as a man who ages in reverse for 80-plus years. Here, a look at other films that famously piled on the prosthetics: Who grew older gracefully - and who should have sounded their medic-alert button in the makeup room?
BACK TO THE FUTURE II, 1989
The setup: 'Cause it worked so well the first time, Marty, Doc, and that steel-trap DeLorean crash-land in 2015 to further muck up the McFly clan.
Growth spurt: 30 years
Age-o-meter: In their tacky wigs, faux forehead folds, and high-waist pants, Michael J. Fox and Lea Thompson (above) were more Mad magazine than AARP.
FOR THE BOYS, 1991
The setup: Scenery gobbler Bette Midler heads overseas to ham it up for the troops during wartime.
Growth spurt: 50 years
Age-o-meter: The divine goes dysmorphic, thanks to latex overload. The barely recognizable Miss M. is rendered Jabba the Hutt's mother in garish lipstick.
THE HOURS, 2002
The setup: A conflicted, Stepfordish housewife bakes a cake, lays a smooch on her neighbor, and considers suicide. Growth spurt: 40 years
Age-o-meter: Flawless. Usually luminous Julianne Moore could have sauntered into Bob's Big Boy to score an early-bird special in that disguise and no one would have batted a bifocaled eye.
THE GOOD SHEPHERD, 2006
The setup: Matt Damon helps kick-start the creation of the Central Intelligence Agency.
Growth spurt: 22 years
Age-o-meter: What aging? Studioheads apparently couldn't bring themselves to unpretty Damon and Angelina Jolie with a liver spot or two. Is the CIA hiding the fountain of youth?
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December 5, 2008 4:21 PM by Eileen Conlan | COMMENTS
Grey's Anatomy's Eric Dane isn't the dog you think he is. Unless you're unconscious, odds are you've reveled in one of Eric Dane's sweat-inducing struts down the hospital corridors on Grey's Anatomy, where he plays Seattle Grace's resident cad, plastic surgeon Dr. Mark "McSteamy" Sloan. This month, he takes his smoldering act to the big screen in Marley & Me, the film adaptation of John Grogan's best-selling memoir. As inveterate skirt-chaser Sebastian (hey, if it ain't broke, don't fix it, right, ladies?), Dane convinces his friend (Owen Wilson) that a dog is the best cure for his wife's baby fever.
It's a little ironic that Dane is Hollywood's latest go-to Lothario. "It's so not who I am," he laughs. He claims to live a ho-hum real life in L.A.--rising at 5:30 a.m. and tucking in early. "I think when you're done with work, you go home," he says. Despite exclusive New Year's Eve invites, "We're usually in bed before the ball drops," says Dane, who prefers couching it with his wife of four years, actress Rebecca Gayheart, and their two dogs, a distinctly un-macho Chihuahua mix and a Maltese. "I always thought of myself as a big-dog kinda guy," he sniffs.
Still, after 15 years playing bit parts in a string of flatlining TV shows (Gideon's Crossing, The American Embassy), Dane's not worried about being typecast. "McSteamy's been really good to me," he says. "He's opened a lot of doors." Besides, the lady-killer act has plenty of mileage left. In preparation for Marley & Me, Dane and Wilson hung out in the newsroom of Florida's Sun-Sentinel for four days - and it was Dane, not the Butterscotch Stallion, who drove the staffers gaga. Which raises the tantalizing prospect of his own Grey's spin-off: "Me and McDreamy go back to New York and open a private practice," Dane jokes. "A medical massage parlor." Don't tease us.
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December 4, 2008 1:25 PM by Scott Frampton | COMMENTS
ANYA MARINA, Slow & Steady Seduction: Phase II (Chop Shop-Atlantic): With a pixie voice, Anya Marina salts her cutesy pop with conspiratorial whispers, cooing around hurdy-gurdy rhythms. But for all the bad-girl edge ("I like it, like it outta control/The medicine gives me vertigo"), she's still just a smart girl in love, with more questions than answers. Download Now: "Move You"
GLASVEGAS, Glasvegas (Columbia): The sanctity of U.K. guitar pop is its ability to conquer the world in a few chords. True believers, this Glasgow band plays devotionals with huge crescendos that glorify hurt feelings, while declarations of love like "Her wey fokin' goooo!" oddly need no translation. Download Now: "Go Square Go"
LATE OF THE PIER, Fantasy Black Channel (Astralwerks): Nervy, pervy, and tripping on their own ideas, this raucous band of British school chums plays like it's now or never. Endless strands of '80s-rock DNA are spliced into madcap combos: synth burping metal, "Rock Lobster" guitar, and arena-rock finales. Crank it up for loud, feverish thrills. Download Now: "Space and the Woods"
THE BIRD AND THE BEE, Ray Guns Are Not Just the Future (Blue Note): This electronic duo's urbane pop is a hipster fantasia. But beneath Inara George's sophisticated silver-lamé vocals beats a quirky schoolgirl's heart. You'll hum the catchy "Diamond Dave" long after realizing it's about - yes! - David Lee Roth. Download Now: "Birthday"
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December 2, 2008 1:23 PM by Unknown | COMMENTS
PAGE-TURNERS
THE LITTLE GIANT OF ABERDEEN COUNTY, by Tiffany Baker (Grand Central Publishing): Remember that girl in middle school everybody picked on? Meet Truly Plaice. Ever since she was born, she set catastrophic events in motion (her enormous body killed her mother in childbirth). Years later, when yet another tragedy strikes, Truly stumbles upon secrets passed down from the town witch and finds she suddenly has the power to change Aberdeen forever. This fun, folkloric story is part Ugly Duckling, part Tim Burton's Big Fish--full of betrayals and family skeletons, plus a dash of superstition. For anyone looking to vanquish the cruelties of the real world, this one's for you.
THE PIANO TEACHER by Janice Y. K. Lee (Viking): Claire Pendleton's in a bad place. She just married a guy she doesn't like, who uproots her from her comfy British home to glitzy, racially charged 1950s Hong Kong. There, she finds a job as a piano teacher for a well-to-do family and falls for their brooding chauffeur, who harbors his own secrets. (OK, we'll tell - a former flame.) In her debut novel, Lee tells two engrossing love stories, both involving the same man. Just hide your phone before cracking this one open - or risk calling your ex.
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December 2, 2008 1:17 PM by Caryn James | COMMENTS
THE CLASS:
No sappy ode to education, this bristling classroom drama feels so real, you'll get that back-to-school queasiness in the pit of your stomach. The fact-based, subtitled story of teacher François and the tough, multiculti Parisian adolescents he's in charge of explodes with hot-button issues. There's in-class violence, a Chinese boy whose mother is deported, and an Algerian girl who questions François on his use of white-bread names in his sample sentences. Semi-improvised by real students and teachers for vet director Laurent Cantet, this Cannes grand-prize winner has you rooting for its unlikely heroes.
LAST CHANCE HARVEY:
Emma Thompson and Dustin Hoffman make late-blooming romance so fresh, they transcend the curse of the cloying old-farts-find-love genre. In this witty, touching story, a subtle Hoffman is Harvey, a divorced New York jingle writer about to lose his job. In London for the wedding of his almost-estranged daughter (Liane Balaban), he meets middle-aged Kate. In Thompson's stunningly affecting performance, Kate is levelheaded and open, yet painfully self-protective. Little-known British director Joel Hopkins makes the sudden attraction between two guarded people seem ageless.
GOOD:
We're up for anything that the irresistible quick-change artist Viggo Mortensen wants to do. While waiting for his grungy apocalyptic survivor in The Road (postponed from '08), catch him in this taut indie as sexy (in a bespectacled, non-Aragorn way) John Halder, a professor in Hitler's Germany. Decent but spineless, Halder caves when the Nazis press him to write propaganda, while a pretty student (Jodie Whittaker) seduces him away from his wife and kids. Will his conscience kick in to save his Jewish best friend (Jason Isaacs)? Mortensen manages to make us care about this not-so-good German with the troubled and troubling soul.
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October 21, 2008 1:27 PM by Jessica Henderson | COMMENTS
In TiVo-worthy Fringe, Joshua Jackson outgrows the Creek
After six seasons of the overwrought teen soap Dawson's Creek, Joshua Jackson--the cherub-faced underachiever Pacey--was eager to move on. "We can all debate the jump-the-shark moment, but once those kids were out of high school, there was no reason on earth why they'd be so much in each other's lives," says Jackson.
The only problem is, Jackson wasn't the one anyone had pegged as the breakout star. But today, while his prodigiously eyebrowed costar James Van Der Beek scrambles for stints on Ugly Betty and Katie Holmes mostly earns headlines for how she rolls her denim, the dark horse of Dawson's is back--playing Peter Bishop, the half-genius, half-massive-pain-in-the-ass lead on Fox's sci-fi series Fringe.
Jackson was leery of resubmitting to TV's time-sucking demands, but a knockout script and wooing by cult-hit wunderkind JJ Abrams (Lost, Alias) proved hard to resist. "It's an intense, never-ending amount of work--but I haven't had to cry about my lost love Joey Potter yet, so it's been easier," says Jackson, now a scruffy 30 years old. Besides, if, as blogs predict, Fringe is the next X-Files, he could score instant job security, given that Abrams often recycles his favorite actors. "I'm the next Cloverfield monster!" he jokes.
As Jackson jumps into sweeps season, he is bound by Abrams's legendary confidentiality contract. "Other than being threatened with imminent death if you lose a script," says Jackson, "it's all very relaxed." Considering that in real life he never picked up on girlfriend Diane Kruger's plans for his elaborate surprise birthday party last June, those precious plot points are safe. For now, he's just grateful to have sidestepped teen-dream oblivion. "Done right, we could have a great show for a long time," he says proudly. So far, no shark in sight.
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October 21, 2008 1:23 PM by Scott Frampton | COMMENTS
A new Sheryl Crow is rising with a Home for Christmas CD from Hallmark, a jeans line, and a world tour. She spoke to us from her bus, traveling with a guy finally worthy of her: 18-month-old son Wyatt.
MC: Whoa, is that Wyatt yelping?
SC: I take him on tour. I can't leave him home — not that I want to.
MC: He sounds ... excited about it.
SC: My tour manager is playing him Sesame Street episodes I appeared on. It's funny watching him try to figure it out — "You're here, but you're also with Elmo...."
MC: Is he the reason you decided to do Home for Christmas?
SC: Everything I've done since he's come along is influenced by him.
MC: When did you record it?
SC: We did it in June. We put up a Christmas tree with lights in 100-degree L.A. weather and recorded it in my living room.
MC: You're unabashedly political.
SC: Detours is my first record that's been so politically minded, but that's really due to the fact that I'm older now. It's the elephant in the room that artists aren't writing about.
MC: Do you ever read the tabloids?
SC: Out of boredom I've checked them out a couple of times, and it makes me feel like crap. Celebrating other people's embarrassments is just a nasty mind-set to have.
MC: Why the move to Nashville?
SC: It's slow-paced, and a lot of my musical influences are there. I love it. I can raise my son and be close to my family, which makes a huge difference. [Wyatt screams] There he is now.
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October 19, 2008 1:20 PM by Caryn James | COMMENTS
A CHRISTMAS TALE
Ignore the icky-cute title of this wine-fueled, snow-swept, droll family saga. Mathieu Amalric (The Diving Bell and the Butterfly) is Henri, a drunken outcast son called home because Maman (Catherine Deneuve) needs a bone-marrow transplant. His feuding siblings and flirting in-laws are touching and wickedly funny (as Henri and his mom have a cigarette, she tells him--imagine the Gallic shrug here--that he's the kid she never loved). Director Arnaud Desplechin (the equally astute Kings & Queen) gives dysfunction a seductive French twist--the perfect escape from your own family's holiday-itis.
ZACK AND MIRI MAKE A PORNO
The not-so-dirty secret: It's a rom-com--brash, sweet, and very funny. Zack (ubiquitous Seth Rogen) and his BFF, Miri (almost-as-ubiquitous Elizabeth Banks), are so broke, they produce and star in skin flicks (e.g., Star Whores, a hilarious spoof), eventually waking up to mutually hot feelings. Writer/director Kevin Smith brings both his Chasing Amy gushy side and his Clerks-esque flair for crude slacker 'tude. No leers, not much sex, just big, knowing laughs and--helpful in this tanking economy--the idea of porn as an alternate career.
SYNECDOCHE, NEW YORK
Our favorite brainiac screenwriter, Charlie Kaufman (Adaptation), directs, too. In this dizzying drama, Philip Seymour Hoffman is spot-on as schlubby, soul-tortured Caden, a Schenectady, NY, theater director. His painter wife (the indomitable Catherine Keener) bolts; a meek assistant, Hazel (Samantha Morton), turns siren; and Caden spends 17 years creating a play-within-a-play-within-a-play. The literary term synecdoche (a part represents the whole) only hints at the mind-bending twists ahead. In Kaufman-world, buying a house whose walls are literally in flames seems only natural.
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October 18, 2008 9:24 AM by Thelma Adams | COMMENTS
WHY SHE'S ON OUR RADAR: The 23-year-old Israeli supermodel tours
America's quirkiest pop-culture sites in Ironic, Iconic America,
Bravo's travel special, inspired by Tommy Hilfiger's guidebook.
HER SHTICK: The Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue show-off makes blonde hair and blue eyes exotic.
LEARNING CURVES: Despite immersing herself in Americana with her cohost
(poet Rives) for the show, there are still gaps in her knowledge. Does
she prefer Elvis or Little Richard? "I don't know who Little Richard
is." OK, then, James Dean or Cary Grant? "I don't know who Cary Grant
is [laughs], but I'm sure I'd prefer James Dean over anyone!"
MOST EMBARRASSING SEGMENT: "Rives and I had to fake a marriage in Las
Vegas. We went up to the point where the priest pronounces us husband
and wife. I had only known him for two days, and I had to stand with
him and say, 'I take you, Rives.'"
PRETTY BABY: Refaeli started in commercials at 8 months old. "As a
little girl, I was always shy, but in front of the camera I wasn't.
Modeling gave me an opportunity to be someone I'm not each day."
DON'T ASK, DON'T TELL: She dates Leonardo DiCaprio--but mention him in
an interview, and the brassy beauty will sink you like the Titanic.
MIND AND BODY: She speaks three languages, but when Arena voted her
Best Body, she was flattered: "It's good, since that's how I make my
money!"
FACE THE NATION: Who's tougher--Israelis or New Yorkers? "Israelis,"
says Refaeli. "They went through the army, you know."
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October 14, 2008 1:36 PM by Scott Frampton | COMMENTS
LUCINDA WILLIAMS
Little Honey (Lost Highway) Here, Williams's voice, as cracked and worn as Grandpa's wallet, finds its perfect pairing with bluesy rock. She's a honky-tonk woman co-opting Jagger's swagger on "Honey Bee"; both author and lead subject in the poetic "Knowing." No one choreographs the messy dance of romance better. Download Now: "Tears of Joy"
SCHOOL OF SEVEN BELLS
Alpinisms (Ghostly International) This debut album is the audio equivalent of lying in a tub of cotton balls--warm, engulfing, a little ticklish. With electronic beats coursing beneath Balkan melodies, it's a folk-urban sound you've never heard before. Go ahead, soak in the soft fuzz. Download Now: "Half Asleep"
THE MIGHTY UNDERDOGS
Droppin' Science Fiction (Def Jux) With an all-star collaboration of rappers, this CD is giddy with its own out-there ideas and rhymes about everything from anime monsters on holiday ("Ill Vacation") to a high-noon fantasy ("Gun Fight"). Backing music veers from hard rock to soul to samba, so buckle up for a loopy ride. Download Now: "Escape"
Q-TIP
The Renaissance (Universal Motown) Q-Tip almost sounds nostalgic for old-school rhymes, in tracks that end with hard DJ scratching. But he also delivers a sexy edge on "I Believe," backed by D'Angelo, who ladles on the romance. In bling-blind hip-hop, Q-Tip's heart is what makes him subversive again. Download Now: "Gettin' Up"
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October 8, 2008 12:00 AM by Unknown | COMMENTS
This month, the book club debates obsessive love and its consequences in Mario Vargas Llosa's The Bad Girl, now out in paperback. Worth the $14? Read on . . .
THE PLOT: Ricardo Somocurcio just can't get over the bad girl. He first fell for her in 1950, when he was a teenager in Peru, and she was pretending to be from a well-to-do family. A decade later, he fell for her again when she was masquerading as a Communist cadet in Paris. Peruvian author Mario Vargas Llosa's sexed up story--an homage to Flaubert and, arguably, Gabriel García Márquez - follows the long, torturous, on-again/off-again affair through 40 years of social unrest in the world's most fashionable cities.
NING (SENIOR BEAUTY EDITOR): I hated this book. It made me lose faith in men. Ricardo reminded me of all the nice guys who fall for the girl who's totally crazy. Why do they do that?
JULIA (COPY CHIEF): I didn't like the first hundred pages - all those Latin American coups came out of nowhere, read like newspaper clippings, and seemed to have no impact on the story. But later, I enjoyed Ricardo's whirlwind world tour. And I'm a sucker for a hopeless love story.
YAEL (ASSOCIATE EDITOR): But was it really a love story? It's pretty twisted. Did he love her, or was he just infatuated? I don't think he knew her well enough to really be in love. Or maybe he just wasn't that deep.
LAUREN (ARTICLES EDITOR): See, I liked the first hundred pages - the vivid descriptions of his neighborhood in Peru took you right there - but I hated the rest. And I definitely didn't buy that he was in love with her. We have no basis for understanding why he would behave so obsessively, or where he was coming from. The bad girl treated him like absolute shit, and he kept taking it. Why?
YAEL: It was interesting that the sex scenes always went back to him going down on her. She'd cover her eyes and drift off as if he weren't even in the room, then didn't reciprocate. In terms of being a woman of that time, it's great that she asked for what she wanted. But in terms of a relationship, she was just selfish.
JULIA: The one time they do have reciprocal sex it's because she's humiliated him enough that he slaps her around. That turns her on.
NING: It was really an S&M relationship. Emotional S&M.
LAUREN: But there was nothing erotic about the sex scenes. I mean, the language! I'm going to blame the translator, because I can't imagine a writer like Vargas Llosa would call his penis "my sex."
JULIA: And how about the word pubis? But maybe the point of the book is that the relationship is never going to sort itself out. She's going to be wrong for him, he's going to keep going back to her, and in the meantime, he has this amazing life where he's traveling from intellectual Paris to swinging '60s London to disco Japan. He's seen history unfold in spite of himself.
LAUREN: But he never really engaged in any of it. And there was no knowingness in the way Vargas Llosa painted the cities or the scenes. You knew these cultural groundswells were happening, and you were told Ricardo was participating, but you didn't actually see him doing anything.
NING: I just thought the book was repetitive - from country to country, he never changed. I can't imagine living your life and not evolving. Isn't the whole point that you make mistakes and then learn from them? You don't just keep doing them until you die, right?
SHOULD YOU READ IT?
JULIA: yes
YAEL: yes
NING: no
LAUREN: no
"Maybe the point of the book is that the relationship is never going to sort itself out . . . and in the meantime, he has this amazing life." -JULIA
NEXT MONTH: The Monsters of Templeton by Lauren Groff (Voice).
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September 29, 2008 2:25 PM by Scott Frampton | COMMENTS
YO MAJESTY
Futuristically Speaking . . . Never Be Afraid (Domino) Thanks to a genius sound that fuses crunk with club, this female pair has earned street cred for rhymes that are both profound and profane. Dropping electro beats, the duo decries homophobia, materialism, and misogyny, hip-hop's most persistent evil. Download Now: "Club Action"
JUANA MOLINA
Un Dia (Domino) Argentine actress-turned-singer Molina makes atmospheric music, earning her comparisons to Björk. On her latest heady effort, captivating Spanish songs are mini symphonies best heard in empty spaces, where they envelop the room. Not bilingual? The emotional narrative says it all. Download Now: "Vive Solo"
LENKA
Lenka (Epic) It's one thing for a song to take up residence in your head; it's another for it to start redecorating. As pop philosophizing goes, Lenka and her breathy voice are like a fresh coat of fuchsia on your walls: bracingly sweet, surprisingly cool, and a sure thing for those of us wanting a change. Download Now: "Wrote Me Out"
KINGS OF LEON
Only by the Night (RCA) Here's an existential crisis you can groove to. The Nashville rockers serve up fractious anthems; "Notion" ripples with soulful guitar jolts. Like a romantic Lou Reed, Caleb Followill's howls make desperation and alienation sexy—he's a junkie only for you, babe. Download Now: "Crawl"
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September 26, 2008 2:23 PM by Unknown | COMMENTS
SEE YOU EVERYWHERE
By Julia Glass (Pantheon) It seems only natural that a pragmatic firstborn like Louisa would resent her promiscuous and free-spirited sister, Clem. Wouldn't you? But when Louisa gets breast cancer, the two risk losing the only thing more reliable than their boy-crazy feuds: each other. With her signature lyricism, Glass, a National Book Award winner, seesaws the narration between the sisters over a 25-year span, spinning a sometimes stinging, always affecting tale of siblings who can't quite make it as friends. —Jihan Thompson
LULU IN MARRAKECH
By Diane Johnson (Dutton) A sultry case of espionage set in the oasis of Marrakech has novice secret agent Lulu Sawyer finding out not whodunit, but who's funding it—namely, who's bankrolling terrorist groups. Embedded in a wealthy expat community, Lulu is tasked with spying on her lover, his shady guests, even the servants. Johnson, known for her clever takedown of French mores in Le Divorce, sets her sights on the primal conflicts that threaten to upset this teetering city, where politics and religion—and women and men—often clash. —Thea Palad
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September 24, 2008 2:18 PM by Caryn James | COMMENTS
Brothers Bloom star Adrien Brody--back on our radar
From that smooch he planted on presenter Halle Berry while accepting his 2002 Oscar to his misbegotten dream of recording hip-hop tracks with Diddy, Adrien Brody has at times come across as--how can we put this delicately?--a wee bit full of his insanely talented self. And what to make of the string of baffling film choices following his mesmerizing portrayal of an emaciated Holocaust survivor in The Pianist? Ever see him in The Jacket? The Singing Detective? Didn't think so.
But lately the oddly handsome actor has been wooing us back in little comic gems: the quirkfest The Darjeeling Limited and his latest, The Brothers Bloom, a fairy-tale-tinged caper in which he plays a reluctant con artist who wants out of the big scam, but whose love, an eccentric heiress (Rachel Weisz), wants in. "You don't know where the con lies, who's conning whom. Sometimes life feels like that," he says.
True enough, Brody's image is just as slippery. Regarding Bloom, he rambles into lofty thoughts about world hunger and self-knowledge. Then, hearing himself, he breaks off with a huge laugh. "I am not a heavy person," he insists. "Because I'm serious about what I do, it's often misconstrued."
Next up is Giallo, the movie he and his girlfriend, actress Elsa Pataky, made with Italian horror director Dario Argento. She plays a kidnap victim, and he's the detective hired to find her. Brody says he took the role "to protect her. I was very concerned for her well-being in an Argento movie!"
Recently, the two went to Milan--where he was snapped wearing a lethally bad mesh tank top. Slippery, indeed. And yet, one-on-one, Brody is understated and appreciative of his good fortune. "It's a rare job that can provide enlightenment, a greater sense of self," he says. Take that, Diddy.
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September 24, 2008 9:16 AM by Unknown | COMMENTS
We asked unofficial rom-com king Jason Biggs, hot off My Best Friend's Girl, for a real-life mishap worthy of one of his screwball scripts: "It was a perfectly reasonable request: 'Will you come with me to pick out something to wear for our wedding night?' How could I turn down my wife-to-be? A private showing of lingerie given to me by the sexiest woman in the world? I'm in. Having picked out a few choice numbers (God, I love see-through!), a 'friend' of mine rose to the occasion--before we made it into the fitting room. I tried the old hand-in-the-pocket-press-down trick, but to no avail. It was obvious, I thought, to every teddy-seeking woman in the store. I needed to extricate myself. Luckily, a 10-minute browse of Louis Vuitton handbags was enough to subdue my hormonal impulses. No offense, LV--your new line is very sexy."
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