Ashley Tisdale is the fucking worst…she’s got the face of an accident victim….she’s got the career that is pretty non existent even if her fans are loyal….she’s got the social skills of the loser trying to hang with the cool kids….she was neglected from the movie the Spring Breakers and has since decided to step up her bullshit by throwing parties, tipping off the paparazzi, posting bikini bics for people to talk about….pulling all stops…doing all the tricks she can….but what it comes down to is that she’s still got a face of an accident victim…but on the flipside…she’s got a body I’d totally fuck….and a bank account that would lead to ignoring said face and plotting how to K-Fed her…. I didn’t post the bikini pic, cuz the paparazzi hate me, but you can follow the link to see them…. TO SEE THE REST OF THE PICS FOLLOW THIS LINK
Mila Kunis, the most loved girl in Hollywood, even though she is cute at best, in what I can only assume is that “jew looks attainable”….only she’s not cuz you aren’t famous, or Jewish, or maybe you are and that is why she’s in all these movies, cuz you are a loyal fan boy and you are the only one buying movie tickets cuz you don’t drink and this is your entertainment, especially when Mila Kunis is cast, cuz you can pretend one day when you become a billionaire, or inherit your Grandfather’s millions, you’ll get her to marry you, so that you can have a decent Jewish family, with kids and Jewish until remembering she’s with Ashton Kutcher….he’s fucking the girl you think is your girl even though it is all fantasy, but your coddled life and overbearing mother gave you hope that you could have anything you want, you fucking brat…. That said, who really cares about what she’s gotta say, Interview Magazine, we really just wanna see her naked….and this photoshoot doesn’t really cut it, but it does show some upper thing which is enough for the religis to cum themselves too…
Hollywood.TV is your source for all the latest celebrity news, gossip and videos of your favorite stars! bit.ly – Click to Subscribe! Facebook.com – Become a Fan! Twitter.com – Follow Us! Mila Kunis was at Comic Con this weekend for the ‘OZ: The Great and Powerful’ panel. Mila talked about working on a reboot of one of the classic movies of all time, the surprising lack of green-screen work, and her connection to the original story. Mila says that the original movie was her favorite as a child, and she even read the book growing up when she was trying to learn English. Hollywood.TV is the global leader in capturing celebrity breaking news as it happens. We cover all the major Hollywood events including The Golden Globes, The Oscars, The Screen Actors Guild Awards, The Grammy’s, The Emmy’s and the American Music Awards, as well as all the red carpet movie premiers in Los Angeles and New York. HTV is on the streets 24/7, at all the industry events and invited by the stars to cover their every move in Hollywood, New York and Miami. Hollywood.TV is currently the third most viewed reporter channel on www.youtube.com YouTube with almost 400 million views, and our footage is seen worldwide! Tune in daily for all the latest Hollywood news on www.hollywood.tv and http like us on Facebook!
Rihanna’s grandmother died a few weeks ago and no one cared because people who sell their souls to the fucking devil deserve far worse than just having their old grannies die long after her time here was done….. So Rihanna, being the good, rich starlet who doesn’t deserve to be a star, did the right thing and made her way back home for a little tubing behind a boat action, cuz when you’re in the Caribbean, you gotta live like you’re not from the Caribbean, but as a fat, white, rich family would live, cuz that’s when you know you’ve made it in life, even in these sad times you’re too busy worrying about yourself in, you fucking pig of a human… TO SEE THE REST OF THE PICS FOLLOW THIS LINK
Mila Kunis was cast as the face of Miss Dior in their new campaign, and shit was as boring as you’d fucking expect a cash grab like this to be. You know when you are the mose overrated girl in Hollywood, who has fucked some of the worst men in Hollywood, at the top of her fucking career, she doesn’t even have to fucking try anymore….at least that’s what I assume is going on here cuz this campaign needs a little less face – a lot more body….ideally half naked….I can’t believe I fell into the marketing trap that was Mila Kunis, thanks to an awesome PR Team the last few years…..where I went along with the “she’s the hottest bitch around”…contributing to her not feeling inclined to get naked in movies or in fashion campaigns…because she doesn’t have to….and I’ve failed as an objective critic….and here is her shitty campaign that is more a campaign designed to make you hate her with me….
Karlie Kloss is a model, but then again who isn’t a fucking model. I seems like every girl I know is a model, thinks she is a model, acts like a model, or poses like a model for her facebook profile/instagram, that the whole model thing is getting boring, and I’m more into girls who aren’t models, the good old scared of the camera kind of insecure pussy you can really take advantage of and who I can hang out with and not get annoyed of all the fucking picture taking, because not everything needs to be documented, and bitch, you’re not hot enough to justify using all that film up, oh right, we don’t have film anymore, and that’s the fucking problem with this photo revolution, it’s the accessibility of the shit making everyone a model and photographer cuz it is free but still no one willing to send me fucking nudes…
Mila Kunis would be a more believable housewife from the 1960s, you know all wholesome and well behaved, all Emily Post school of etiquette trained always ready to treat her man like her boss and manager her house the way it is supposed to be managed….if she wasn’t such a whore. You know the whole probably HIV Positive thanks to Culkin kinda throws off the authenticity of this shoot and even the fantasy of this shoot since AIDS didn’t exist in the 60s. The government hadn’t implemented population control diseases to rid the world of gays and blacks yet. The only thing realistic about this shit is that she’s old enough to be a housewife. Garbage.
Mila Kunis is alright…especially when not fat for a role and when not fucking Ashton Kutcher or Culkin and his AIDS…and especially when photoshopped for a magazine eating ice cream in short shorts….I am into this even if I hate her and all she represents…..but every once in a while she looks good….This is one of those times,,,,,
If you’ve seen the red band trailer for Ted , in which Mark Wahlberg plays a grown man whose best friend is his talking teddy bear, you may think you’ve seen the whole thing: Beware the comedy trailer that’s so packed with hilarity that you just know it’s cobbled from the best bits in the movie. But miraculously, Ted manages to sustain itself. The directorial debut of Seth MacFarlane, mastermind of that animated symphony of crudeness and ’80s pop-culture references known as Family Guy , Ted finds a surprising range of off-color vowel sounds in its potentially one-note gag. It’s also, for anyone who’s ever lived in or spent significant time in Boston, a remarkably accurate portrait of the specific brand of brewski-swilling yobbo the city tends to breed or attract – and I’m talking about the bear. Ted, the movie’s chubby protagonist (MacFarlane provides his grouchy, growly, straight-outta-Southie voice), begins his life as a garden-variety stuffed toy bestowed upon the young and hopelessly friendless John Bennett (at this point played by Bretton Manley). Ted, like a wise-ass Velveteen Rabbit, becomes “real” when poor, lonely John makes a Christmas wish that comes true: “I wish you could really talk to me – then we could be friends forever and ever.” And lo! Ted speaks, becoming John’s closest pal and confidant. Some 27 years later, a bear whose only words were once a tinny, canned “I wuv you!” emitted when his tummy was squeezed, is a trash-talking, boob-grabbing, pot-smoking layabout whose greatest joy in life is to sit on the couch next to his equally lackadaisical best pal – now played by Wahlberg – and thrill to repeated viewings of Mike Hodges’ 1980 Flash Gordon . As John says, with anticipatory delight as the opening title appears, “So bad, but so good!” One of the tricks of Ted — perhaps its smartest one — is that everyone , not just John, knows the bear can talk. (A montage shows the bear’s early years of celebrity, including appearances with Johnny Carson on The Tonight Show , before the masses tire of his particular novelty and move on to other things.) And almost everyone’s OK with Ted’s presence, until John’s longtime girlfriend, Lori (Mila Kunis, who doesn’t have much to do but who’s a good sport about it), decides it’s time for her highly unambitious boyfriend (he toils away at a car-rental joint) to put away childish things, i.e. Ted. Time for the little guy to put on a suit (“I look like something you give to your kid before you tell him grandma died,” he mutters) and toddle off to his first job interview, so he can move out of John’s life and into his own apartment. The transition, as you can imagine, is rough. Ted almost works as an excoriation of those 30-and-over men-children in baggy shorts and backwards baseball caps who appear to have flooded our nation’s guy supply; it also, of course, trades heavily in the kinds of thumb-up-the-ass gags that figure so broadly in the worldview of those guys, but you can’t have everything. Wahlberg, a consistently marvelous actor, gets this sort of character intuitively, and he’s a deft straight man for this tubby little buddy all stuffed with whatever. (He’s also funny in his own right, as when he’s ordering a special bottle of champagne for his and Lori’s anniversary dinner out. “Cristalle!” she coos. He congratulates himself on his choice: “All those rich black people can’t be wrong.”) And MacFarlane, both as the voice of Ted and the string-puller behind the whole enterprise, knows what he’s doing. (He also cowrote the script, with Alec Sulkin and Wellesley Wild.) Family Guy , with its panoply of crude jokes, throwaway pop-culture references and non sequitur cutaways, can be both hilarious and exhausting. Somehow, Ted manages to not wear out its welcome, though the picture loses its way with the introduction of an unnecessary subplot involving Giovanni Ribisi as an unhinged bearnapper. (These days, does Ribisi ever play a character who’s not unhinged?) Yet Ted holds steady, not least because its technical values are impressively high – it’s easy enough to believe this bad-news bear really can talk – and because Ted’s character design is so winning. His eyebrows are particularly expressive, furry little hyphens of consternation, anxiety or wicked delight. And then, once you’ve heard the outstandingly ridiculous “Thunder Buddy” song, John and Ted’s preferred mode of quelling a stubborn leftover-from-childhood fear, you might just wish you had your own talking bear. But probably not. The clever absurdity of Ted is just about as much NSFW, wish-come-true nonsense as any sane person needs.
If you’ve seen the red band trailer for Ted , in which Mark Wahlberg plays a grown man whose best friend is his talking teddy bear, you may think you’ve seen the whole thing: Beware the comedy trailer that’s so packed with hilarity that you just know it’s cobbled from the best bits in the movie. But miraculously, Ted manages to sustain itself. The directorial debut of Seth MacFarlane, mastermind of that animated symphony of crudeness and ’80s pop-culture references known as Family Guy , Ted finds a surprising range of off-color vowel sounds in its potentially one-note gag. It’s also, for anyone who’s ever lived in or spent significant time in Boston, a remarkably accurate portrait of the specific brand of brewski-swilling yobbo the city tends to breed or attract – and I’m talking about the bear. Ted, the movie’s chubby protagonist (MacFarlane provides his grouchy, growly, straight-outta-Southie voice), begins his life as a garden-variety stuffed toy bestowed upon the young and hopelessly friendless John Bennett (at this point played by Bretton Manley). Ted, like a wise-ass Velveteen Rabbit, becomes “real” when poor, lonely John makes a Christmas wish that comes true: “I wish you could really talk to me – then we could be friends forever and ever.” And lo! Ted speaks, becoming John’s closest pal and confidant. Some 27 years later, a bear whose only words were once a tinny, canned “I wuv you!” emitted when his tummy was squeezed, is a trash-talking, boob-grabbing, pot-smoking layabout whose greatest joy in life is to sit on the couch next to his equally lackadaisical best pal – now played by Wahlberg – and thrill to repeated viewings of Mike Hodges’ 1980 Flash Gordon . As John says, with anticipatory delight as the opening title appears, “So bad, but so good!” One of the tricks of Ted — perhaps its smartest one — is that everyone , not just John, knows the bear can talk. (A montage shows the bear’s early years of celebrity, including appearances with Johnny Carson on The Tonight Show , before the masses tire of his particular novelty and move on to other things.) And almost everyone’s OK with Ted’s presence, until John’s longtime girlfriend, Lori (Mila Kunis, who doesn’t have much to do but who’s a good sport about it), decides it’s time for her highly unambitious boyfriend (he toils away at a car-rental joint) to put away childish things, i.e. Ted. Time for the little guy to put on a suit (“I look like something you give to your kid before you tell him grandma died,” he mutters) and toddle off to his first job interview, so he can move out of John’s life and into his own apartment. The transition, as you can imagine, is rough. Ted almost works as an excoriation of those 30-and-over men-children in baggy shorts and backwards baseball caps who appear to have flooded our nation’s guy supply; it also, of course, trades heavily in the kinds of thumb-up-the-ass gags that figure so broadly in the worldview of those guys, but you can’t have everything. Wahlberg, a consistently marvelous actor, gets this sort of character intuitively, and he’s a deft straight man for this tubby little buddy all stuffed with whatever. (He’s also funny in his own right, as when he’s ordering a special bottle of champagne for his and Lori’s anniversary dinner out. “Cristalle!” she coos. He congratulates himself on his choice: “All those rich black people can’t be wrong.”) And MacFarlane, both as the voice of Ted and the string-puller behind the whole enterprise, knows what he’s doing. (He also cowrote the script, with Alec Sulkin and Wellesley Wild.) Family Guy , with its panoply of crude jokes, throwaway pop-culture references and non sequitur cutaways, can be both hilarious and exhausting. Somehow, Ted manages to not wear out its welcome, though the picture loses its way with the introduction of an unnecessary subplot involving Giovanni Ribisi as an unhinged bearnapper. (These days, does Ribisi ever play a character who’s not unhinged?) Yet Ted holds steady, not least because its technical values are impressively high – it’s easy enough to believe this bad-news bear really can talk – and because Ted’s character design is so winning. His eyebrows are particularly expressive, furry little hyphens of consternation, anxiety or wicked delight. And then, once you’ve heard the outstandingly ridiculous “Thunder Buddy” song, John and Ted’s preferred mode of quelling a stubborn leftover-from-childhood fear, you might just wish you had your own talking bear. But probably not. The clever absurdity of Ted is just about as much NSFW, wish-come-true nonsense as any sane person needs.
