While his mom showed at New York Fashion Week, Brooklyn Beckham attended Universal Music Group's 2016 GRAMMY after party with Hailee Steinfeld and Kristen Chenowith. Inside the show, Selena Gomez cheered on friend Tayalor Swift, who scooped up a few Grammys for her album, 1989. See what else your favorite stars were up to in the sightings below. 1. Brooklyn Beckham: Universal Music Group’s 2016 GRAMMY after party Brooklyn Beckham attends the Universal Music Group’s 2016 GRAMMY after party at The Theatre At The Ace Hotel on February 15, 2016 in Los Angeles, California. 2. Taylor Swift: 58th GRAMMY Awards Press Room Grammy winner Taylor Swift (in Atelier Versace) posed with her awards in the press room at the The 58th GRAMMY Awards at Staples Center on February 15, 2016 in Los Angeles, California. 3. The Queen: Final Awards Reception for Gold Service Scholarship The Queen, as patron of the Gold Service Scholarship, attends the Final Awards Reception at Claridge’s hotel in London on February 16th, 2016. 4. Hailee Steinfeld: Universal Music Group’s 2016 GRAMMY Hailee Steinfeld attends Universal Music Group’s 2016 GRAMMY after party at The Theatre At The Ace Hotel on February 15, 2016 in Los Angeles, California. 5. Selena Gomez: 58th GRAMMY Awards Selena Gomez (in Calvin Klein) at the The 58th GRAMMY Awards at Staples Center on February 15, 2016 in Los Angeles City. 6. Colin Firth, Laura Linney and Jude Law: ‘Genius’ Berlin Premiere Colin Firth, Laura Linney and Jude Law attend the ‘Genius’ premiere during the 66th Berlinale International Film Festival Berlin at Berlinale Palace on February 16, 2016 in Berlin, Germany. View Slideshow
A dismal misfire, Hyde Park on Hudson could have been a spoof of a period prestige film, had it a little more energy and humor. Consider this scene: Daisy ( Laura Linney ), a poor distant relative of Franklin Delano Roosevelt ( Bill Murray ), has begun getting summoned to the house the President shares with his mother (Elizabeth Wilson) to provide him with company and distraction from his work. The two go for drives in the countryside, while Daisy intones in a plummy voiceover about the Depression, her lonely life taking care of her aunt and her growing closeness with FDR: “I helped him forget the weight of the world,” she says around the time that the president shoos his security away, pulls over in a picturesque field and pulls her hand toward him. The camera retreats to a decorous distance, the breeze blows over the wildflowers, FDR’s custom-built convertible begins a-rocking, and it takes a second to realize…why yes, FDR just got his spinster cousin to give him a handy. Directed by Roger Michell ( Notting Hill , Morning Glory ) and based on a radio play by Richard Nelson, Hyde Park on Hudson is an arthritically stilted production that looks even more rickety when measured against the ranks of the awards contenders to which it aspires. It’s half an unconventional and underdeveloped romance and half a recounting of the 1939 visit King George VI (Samuel West), aka Bertie, and Queen Elizabeth (Olivia Colman) paid to FDR at his Dutchess County estate to firm up the relationship between the UK and the US in the lead-up to World War II, the first time a reigning British monarch did such a thing. With the exception of FDR’s rural interlude, neither of these two tales unfolds with any momentum or satisfaction. (The latter story actually centers around whether or not Bertie will loosen up enough to eat a hot dog at a picnic.) In combination, they’re even more awkward, however. Overlapping without really interacting. the two stories are like strangers who’ve been invited to the same weekend getaway but not introduced. Presumably because of the nature of the source material, the film relies heavily on Daisy’s narration for large swaths of story. Instead of being shown the growing connection between her and FDR, we’re baldly told that’s what’s happening. And we know she’s fallen in love with him because she says “How I longed for him.” Daisy has little personality or purpose other than to serve as an observer on the outskirts, but there are major portions of the film for which she isn’t present and couldn’t be serving as the point of view, as Bertie and Elizabeth debate in their room about whether or not they’re being made fun of and how best to approach their social engagements. The pair were the focus of 2011 Oscar winner The King’s Speech , but are made a little stuffier and more ridiculous here — “Hyde Park is in London, it’s so confusing,” Elizabeth says as they travel to the house, and the two discuss the meaning of the humorous prints on the wall of Bertie’s room and who in the house is sleeping with whom (an issue well worthy of speculation). Murray is the movie’s main attraction, but he turns in a deflatingly one-dimensional impression-as-performance, twinkling with all his might as he charms Bertie over cocktails and seduces Daisy with his stamp collection. His FDR comes across as everyone’s blithe uncle, seen mainly through the admiring eyes of our narrator, so that even the earthier side that leads him to instigate their affair and to indulge in others she learns about later (to her dismay) is laboriously sublimated into something that uncomfortably recalls a lord and his concubines. Daisy’s main qualities are to be accommodating and to have not done anything in her sheltered life, giving Linney little to do except gaze worshipfully at Murray. “My husband loves the adoring eyes of young women,” laughs a brusque Olivia Williams, playing an Eleanor characterized with a delicacy that falls just short of having her stomp around in a Carhartt jacket and fauxhawk bellowing that she likes the ladies. Hyde Park on Hudson is a sort of high-stakes comedy of manners, but it’s one in which the extremely mannered are placed in contrast with the merely very mannered. Its instances of culture shock deal with less than naturally dramatic decisions, such as whether it’s appropriate to serve cocktails or hot dogs to royals. The film allows that FDR had an unconventional personal life — with multiple mistresses and a wife who lived apart from him — but it treads around these most interesting speculative details, with a fussy decorum, preferring to dwell on shots of vintage wallpaper. There’s one moment in which an emotionally wounded Daisy imagines screaming at FDR that “You’re not getting off that easy, you son of a bitch!” She never says it out loud, though, and the other characters in this film never say what’s on their minds either. They’re just pale shadows of real people who were probably far more interesting and complicated than this film allows them to be.
When confronted with a beautiful redheaded actress, the first thing that comes to Skin Central’s mind is: “Does the carpet match the drapes?” Because we are professionals, and we ask the tough questions for you, dear reader. Anyway, a surprisingly large number of hot Hollywood redheads have provided irrefutable proof that they’re genetic gingers, and in honor of St. Patrick’s Day and all things Irish, we proudly present some outstanding examples after the jump!
You know this movie, and chances are that you loved this movie — except for that one role that almost ruined it all. Miscast Roles is where Movieline and its readers swap out those roles to make it right. One of last year’s surprise critical and commercial darlings, Rise of the Planet of the Apes , wowed audiences, stoked many an awards-season debate and revitalized an important science fiction franchise — all while still managing to appeal to moviegoers unfamiliar with the original 1968 film (or that film’s 1963 source novel). As chief chimp Caesar, Andy Serkis’s performative collaboration with the motion capture geniuses from WETA was a great spectacle, presenting viewers with a gorgeously rendered CGI-animated character. Yet one consistent flaw in Rise left me scratching my head: James Franco’s weirdly aloof performance as scientist Will Rodman. The film presents Rodman as an Alzheimer’s disease researcher who claims to have found a cure that necessitates extensive animal testing and, subsequently, brings about a race of intelligent, self-aware chimpanzees, as well as the titular “rise” of the primate-centered culture in which the rest of the series is based. Imagining Franco as a brilliant researcher even in the best of performances would be, let’s face it, a bit of stretch. But add the fact that this character is motivated by a desire to cure his own father of the debilitating effects of the disease in question — not to mention Rodman’s somewhat unhealthy attachment to the first subject of his animal tests — and you’ve got a complex emotional palette that seemed to flat-out confuse Franco. A much better choice for this role would have been the expressive Mark Ruffalo, an actor capable of communicating exactly what was needed of the Rodman character in this story. This is not to say that Franco is a bad actor, far from it. His talents are just misplaced here: Franco is best at lengthening the emotional distance between character and audience, arresting viewers’ attention through enigma and idiosyncrasy, rather than connecting through direct emotional appeal. He rarely lets the viewer into his head space, and this role really needed someone with whom the audience could immediately connect. Ruffalo, meanwhile, has acted powerfully in two films in particular — You Can Count on Me and Shutter Island — that required exactly the two traits most vital to the Rodman character: a palpable sense of sympathy and an ability to play a straight-man to a more eye-catching lead. Rodman’s psychology, hovering between helplessness and an ambitious determination to set things right, was meant to parallel the emotional instability of his primate pal Caesar, as the latter scales from animal behavior up the rungs of human cognitive development. Franco consistently hit the wrong notes in his interaction with Serkis’s Caesar, and often left John Lithgow, who played the dementia-stricken father, adrift in scenery chewing overtures. The scenes between father and son didn’t work like they could’ve, and the potential to cast the conflicting motivations vying for Rodman’s attention in terms of Caesar’s own dual nature went unrealized. In Ruffalo’s breakthrough role in You Can Count On Me , he showed huge emotional range as the wayward brother to Laura Linney’s maternally protective big sister character. You Can Count On Me highlights a young man’s floundering crisis of identity, as played out within a family drama. [Clip NSFW] The film is one long assurance by Ruffalo’s character that, wherever he might wander in the greater world, the bonds of family holding him and his sister together still remain. Sound familiar? Rise of the Planet of the Apes features a strikingly similar theme, though its identity crisis and negotiation of familial loyalty covers an inter-species bond. In You Can Count On Me , Ruffalo plays the “Caesar role” to Linney’s big sister; he is the one breaking out into new territory of self-determination, while it’s Linney who plays the concerned, yet ultimately quiescent guardian. But Ruffalo reverses that relationship in his mentorship of Linney’s young son, played by Kieran Culkin, and there he shows some very strong Rodman-type characteristics. Meanwhile, Ruffalo’s pensive second fiddle to Leonardo DiCaprio’s go-for-broke investigator in Shutter Island also fulfills the required qualifications for stepping into the Rodman part. Ruffalo stays in the background of the drama for most of Shutter Island , allowing DiCaprio to serve as a fixed center to the film’s horrifically shifting sense of reality. The fact that the audience isn’t supposed to be looking too closely at Ruffalo ends up being important, given plot developments. Yet when all is revealed, and Ruffalo is finally able to communicate what his watchful, subdued presence in the film actually entails, he shines. Watch Ruffalo’s eyes in the final scene of Shutter Island in the clip below, and imagine how applying that level of character layering to Will Rodman in Rise of the Planet of the Apes would have benefited the whole production. Nathan Pensky is an associate editor at PopMatters and a contributor at Forbes , among various other outlets. He can be found on Tumblr and Twitter as well.
Born in New York City in 1964, lovely lady Laura Linney is one of classiest babes in Hollywood. But lucky for us, she’s not too classy to flash that assy on the big screen.
When confronted with a ravishing redheaded actress, the first question that springs to Mr. Skin’s mind is always “does the carpet match the drapes?” A surprisingly large number of A-list actresses have proven their genetic redheadedness in the most sexciting way possible, and here are some of Mr. Skin’s favorites: With eight nude roles in her mufftacular canon, Oscar nominee Julianne Moore is no stranger to onscreen nudity. Here she provides irrefutable proof that her fiery red locks are natural in Short Cuts (1993) . Not to be outdone, fellow Oscar nominee Nicole Kidman ‘s nude roles span three decades. Here she admires her red-hot rug in Billy Bathgate (1991 ). Androgynous actress Tilda Swinton inspires awe with her intense gaze, regal demeanor and lithe figure. Tilda first confirmed her natural red hair with a crotch shot in Orlando (1993) . Oscar winner Sissy Spacek is remembered by many as the titular heroine of Carrie . Before she started fires with her mind, Sissy exposed her burning bush in the film’s skinfamous locker room scene. Fearless femme Laura Linney has appeared in a wide variety of roles, from the girl next door to a big-city dyke. True to her nervy oevure, she showed fiery full frontal in Maze (2000) . Not to be outdone by the burning bushes that came before her, Opie’s girl Bryce Dallas Howard showed she was all grown up by revealing redhead rug in Manderlay (2005) . Celebrate the luck o’ the Irish with more racktastical redheaded action coming up on the Mr. Skin Blog!
Anchal Joseph, 24, appeared on the seventh season of America#39;s Next Top Model and is currently pursing a modeling career. Jim Carrey, 49, and Jenny McCarthy, 38, broke up last spring. McCarthy has been dating Paul Krepelka, a Boston sports agent, since December. Looks like Jim Carrey has bounced back from his split from long-time girlfriend Jenny McCarthy. The funnyman was spotted holding hands with former America#39;s Next Top Model contestant Anchal Joseph after catching Laura Linney#39