Park City saw plenty of pink in 2013 with Amanda Seyfried stripping down seven times in Lovelace, Dakota Fanning’s fanny in Very Good Girls, and January Jones showing her mad mams in Sweetwater. Back at home the boob tube was keeping pace with a scintillating nude debut from Maggie Grace on Californication.
It’s turning into quite a banner year for festival skin, because the spectacular reports just keep pouring in from our Skin Skout at Sundance. Here’s the latest: Sweetwater stars January Jones as a steely beauty in the Wild West, and she gives up the breast look yet at her double barrels an hour and 10 minutes in. January has slipped a nip before in The Three Burials of Melquaides Estrada (2005), but this nude scene is a full on funbags shot in broad daylight. More after the jump!
In Seeking Justice , a man whose wife is assaulted and raped makes a deal with a mysterious vigilante organization that exacts revenge on his behalf but demands from him a favor to be named later. If you’re thinking that sounds like something that will turn out to be a bargain he regrets, you are correct! And if it also sounds like the kind of disposable movie you’ll not catch the title of but will happily half pay attention to on cable some day, well, you’d be right on that account too, though this film has a cast peculiarly heavy on name actors for something getting a minor release. Nicolas Cage plays the husband in question, a New Orleans teacher named Will Gerard, and January Jones (perpetually bored and disdainful) is his wife Laura. Guy Pearce is the head of the unnamed group, Harold Perrineau and Jennifer Carpenter are the couple’s friends. Roger Donaldson, of The Recruit, Species, Cocktail and others, directs this thriller, which goes from adequate to ludicrous but is only ever compelling enough to serve as audiovisual wallpaper while you’re focused on something else. Some of the film’s limpness is due to the fact that Cage plays Will in a minor weird key as opposed to one of his major ones — there are no fits of operatic oddness. At this point in his career, Cage doesn’t seem capable of playing normal, only varying degrees of strange, and having him take on the role of an everyman in over his head is a futile endeavor — he already appears much nuttier than any conspiracy posse Seeking Justice can come up with. (Even the way he jogs looks just a little off.) The one it does present is so powerful you’d think it wouldn’t need to bother with its complicated recruiting structure, which offers a daisy-chain, Strangers on a Train- type process. The man who kills Laura’s rapist is doing so as payment for the avenging of the murder of his wife three months earlier. He knows the crime that was committed by the person he’s been sent to execute, but otherwise has no connection to him. Will receives the necklace that was stolen from his wife during the attack and knows the deed is done. Six months later, the two are putting their lives back together, though Laura is still anxious about making sure the doors are locked and is learning how to shoot a gun and Will is — dramatic music queue! — receiving a call instructing him to a meeting where he’s going to have to fulfill his end of the bargain. He’s handed a letter to mail, but later is instructed to open it instead — inside, he discovers photos of a woman and her two girls he’s told to follow and observe at the zoo. The second half of his deal involves his killing someone, a man (Jason Davis) he’s told is named Leon Walczak and is a pedophile. They give him a time and place and direct him as to the best way to make it look like an accident, but he doesn’t want to do it, he’s not a murderer, he made a mistake, and so on and so on. They threaten Laura, he cries foul but finds himself there at the appointed time and place trying to warn his intended victim, which doesn’t go well. And then Leon Walczak turns out to not be as described by Simon at all, and Will tumbles headlong into trouble. Seeking Justice is set in New Orleans, and there’s something potentially interesting to be found in the idea of a vigilante organization in a city in recovery that’s struggled with more crime than it has necessarily had the resources to deal with. “I got into this because I was sick of seeing this city rot,” a character explains, saying that he’s chosen to be active where “most good citizens are just along for the ride.” But the film has nothing intelligent to say about taking the law into your own hands. The organization, which uses the code phrase “the hungry rabbit jumps” (no one snickers when saying this or makes a “crow flies at midnight” crack, so you know they’re for real), is large, so large that every other man Will runs into seems to have a connection to it; it’s also operated in cells, one of which Simon heads up. The group seems needlessly fond of signaling by having someone buy an arranged candy at an arranged location or sneak into a classroom to write a number on a whiteboard instead of just calling, but why have a mysterious organization if you’re not going to take the opportunity to act mysterious? Despite their resources and the fact that they seem to know everything before it happens, they’re stymied by Will once he learns to get in touch with his inner tough guy (and doesn’t even need a fiery skull head to do so). The vigilantes make criminals answer for what they’ve done, but who will do the same for the vigilantes? In Seeking Justice , there’s no urgency to the question. Follow Alison Willmore on Twitter . Follow Movieline on Twitter .
I don’t know if she’s dressed like a tween or a stripper during the day…but I know that it looks hot…all cigarette pack shoved into her pants like a hooker with no pockets in her latex pants, but all cotton casual like she’s on her way to summer camp…or walmart to buy formula for her 8 mixed race babies with different daddies….Viva Mexico.
Here are some pictures of Katherine Heigl struggling with her shopping cart because she’s fat and that’s what happens when you’re weighed down with food….I figured from her dumpy figure….and big tits that only come with over-eating – this was the case…I’m insightful like that… I mean sure you can argue it is her prepping thanksgiving, where she tells the family how thankful she is for how great she is, and how despite being ugly, has managed to get cast in tons of movies, in some kind of miracle, only selling her soul to the devil would explain, because seriously, everything about her is a cunt……Happy Thanksgiving you undeserving priviledged twat.
I am thankful for January Jones shedding her baby weight…but far more thankful for January Jones bringing an illegitimate, fatherless, baby into the world, cuz broken homes, especially with guilty parents with deep pockets to make up for their fuck ups, makes for amazing dysfunction… This should be a modern holiday special…fuck Charlie Brown…give me January Jones Fatherless Baby’s First Thanksgiving Miracle… I am also thankful for her tits….
Nicolas Cage in a glittery face mask. January Jones inexplicably playing bass guitar. Jones being held hostage at gunpoint. Cage getting handcuffed. Jones and Cage raging at Mardi Gras. Separately, all of these images could be part of an entertaining movie. Unfortunately, when strung together though, they give us the curious marketing for Roger Donaldson’s long-delayed thriller Justice .
Xander Dane Jones born to ‘Mad Men’ actress Tuesday. By Kara Warner January Jones Photo: Stephen Lovekin/ Getty Images January Jones gave birth to a healthy baby boy named Xander Dane Jones on Tuesday. “Mom and baby are doing great,” Jones’ rep told Us Weekly. The “X-Men: First Class” and “Mad Men” actress admitted recently that choosing a baby name was harder than she thought it would be, especially given the fact that she chose not to know the sex of the baby beforehand. “I’m having a hard time,” she revealed to KRQ radio-show hosts Johnjay and Rich. “I’m looking for boy and girl names, obviously, because it’s going to be a surprise for me,” Jones said. “I love Cary Grant, I like Marilyn Monroe. That seems kind of like a celebrity thing to do, those weird names. I’m not really into that. I don’t want to be too clich
You’ll be red in de Palmas this week as the nude Brian de Palma classics Dressed to Kill (1980) and Scarface (1983) hit Blu-Ray. In other Blu-Ray nudes, Straw Dogs celebrates its 40th anniversary with a deluxe re-issue, and 40 Days and 40 Nights (2002) gives up DVD instead of sex this year. A wise choice. Non-nude but sexy on DVD and Blu-Ray, January Jones and Jennifer Lawrence strip to their super-skivvies in X-Men: First Class (2011). More after the jump!
I love broken homes. Illegitimate kids. Women who have no name for the guy who knocked them up. I love the issues the kid will have growing up, the teasing and the questions. I love the adopted father the kid will never fully trust when finding out he’s not his real dad if she goes that route or the lesbian lover she marries like she’s ellen the kid will grow up confused about….the whole thing is pornographic and here are her busty mom tits…