Lady Gaga’s got gall! In an official video deposition from last August that was uncovered by the New York Post , Lady Gaga went off about her former assistant. The assistant, named Jennifer O’Neill, is suing Gaga over supposed unpaid overtime. How much overtime? 7,168, to the tune of $393,000 plus damages! Yikes! Not that that money means much to Gaga. But apparently she doesn’t like being taken advantage of. “This whole case is bulls–t and you know it,” she said in the video, claiming that O’Neill was a “f–king hood rat who is suing me for money that she didn’t earn.” Gaga was so upset, and so ademant that the suit was bull, that she even offered to pay the money. Just not to O’Neill! “I’m going to give all the money that she wants to my employees that work hard for me now that deserve it.”
Yellow Raincoat – Justin Bieber So I had to make another cover from Justin’s new Believe Acoustic album because I loved this and I Would so much, this especially as I think the chords are very John Mayer/Jason Mraz and for me you can’t get better than those guys! haha. So I hope you enjoy my cover of Justin Bieber – Yellow Raincoat and please leave a comment and subscribe and repost this on your Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr pages and anywhere and everywhere else you can. THANK YOU SO MUCH. twitter.com facebook.com robbiejay.tumblr.com http Lyrics: Cause I put on my raincoat my yellow raincoat Baby its keeping me dry I put on my raincoat, my yellow rain coat You’ll know exactly why When the wind blows and the sun goes away On a sinful,stormy day, that’s what its for yeah, thats what its for yeah And as it pours down, the water sprinkles off my jacket slow, yeah, jacket slow, yeah Whenever do I ever do I ever want this to faze me Whenever do I ever do I want this thing to make me Cause the fame and the money and the girls drive you crazy And all the he said she said I’m thinking maybe (just put on my)… Cause I put on my raincoat my yellow raincoat Baby its keeping me dry I put on my raincoat, my yellow rain coat You’ll know exactly why As I look around I see, well nothing can never …. change me All I gotta do…is stay me Let the rest do the work and I’m sure that I’ll be fine When the wind blows and the sun goes away on A sinful, stormy day that’s what its for yeah, what … http://www.youtube.com/v/BYq3OgOmMps?version=3&f=videos&app=youtube_gdata Read the original here: Yellow Raincoat – Justin Bieber (Acoustic Cover)
Gook luck getting your money… O.J. Simpson Still Owes Over $500K In Back Taxes Via TMZ reports : O.J. Simpson may be rotting behind bars, but it doesn’t mean he can skate on his taxes … so says the IRS, who just slapped him with yet ANOTHER tax lien. According to a federal lien filed in December, O.J. failed to cough up $17,015.99 in taxes for the year 2011. This makes for the THIRD lien filed against him in the last 12 months. As TMZ first reported, Uncle Sam filed a lien for $179,435.07 for the years 2007-2010 and the State of California says he still owes $318,566.04 for the year 2000. Tax debt total = $515,017.10. And don’t forget … he still owes MILLIONS to the families of Nicole Brown Simpson and Ronald Goldman for that whole double murder thing. Better keep pounding those license plates. Time for the state of California to start garnishing OJ prison earnings.
Shout out to the lil homie Jackson Theron who just turned 1! This kid is definitely giving lil Louis Bardo a run for his money when it comes to these Hollyweird celebrity seeds. Anyway, Jackson just turned 1 and so his mom Charlize threw him a big bash with some other celebrity babies. Via US Weekly news : It seems like just yesterday that Charlize Theron brought home baby Jackson, but in fact almost a year has passed since she announced his adoption in March 2012. Earlier this month, the single Snow White and the Huntsman star, 37, celebrated a huge milestone with her son: his first birthday, which she marked with his first birthday party. On Tuesday, Jan. 8, Theron hosted a superhero-themed shindig for her little boy at the Coop, a play space for kids in L.A.’s Studio City. (Ashlee Simpson and ex-husband Pete Wentz threw a similar bash at the same venue for son Bronx’s 4th birthday in November.) The fete featured big lollipops and jelly rings, cupcakes topped with Spiderman’s face, and special appearances by Wonder Woman and Batman. (Plus champagne for the parents!) “It was a really mellow party,” a source tells Us Weekly of the celebration, which was attended BY a few of the actress’ famous friends, including Marley Shelton and Jason Bateman, who brought his 11-month-old daughter Maple. “Charlize is the nicest person on earth. She’s gorgeous and relaxed and sweet.” She’s also a fantastic mother. “Charlize absolutely adores [Jackson]. They have the most wonderful relationship,” the insider gushes to Us. One sweet example of her maternal instincts? “[Jackson] was jet-lagged, so when everybody sang ‘Happy Birthday,’ they had to whisper it. She didn’t want it to be really loud.” In fact, the Oscar winner has been a doting mom ever since adopting the tot last year. “It’s an overwhelming sensation of love,” Theron gushed to E! News of motherhood in May. “There’s almost a moment where I feel like I can’t remember anything prior to him. I feel like it was always just meant to be what it is. Everyday I’m just like, ‘It’s not possible to love you more,’ and then 20 minutes later you’re like, ‘Oh my god! How is this possible?’” Awwww that’s so sweet. Poor widdle Jackson had jetlag, so they sang him the birthday song quietly — like a lullaby! GSI
Miley Cyrus is awesome…who would have thought a novelty country act everyone made fun of and some stripper groupie who was impressed by a novelty star wanting the stick his dick and spend his money on her….would have created such a fit little braless thing….with long legs…all skinny and perky….rockin’ little shorts for her social media…making perverts everywhere forget she’s over 20….and pretend she’s still a teen…cuz her body looks like it is…. I’d like to thank Disney for jacking up their talent with peter pan drugs to keep them young forever….and I’d like to thank Miley for not ruining this by making it a picture not a video…
We still don’t know who will play in next month’s Super Bowl – our money is on the Patriots vs. the 49ers – but we do now know the two main musical acts that will be featured in New Orleans. Beyonce will perform at halftime – and it’s been confirmed that Alicia Keys will sing the national anthem. The occasion will mark this Grammy winner’s first time performing at the big game, although she has actually twice before taken the stage during the pre-show. Music fans, meanwhile, can also look forward to a Destiny’s Child reunion along Beyonce, presumably to belt out the group’s new single, “Nuclear.”
In Tree of Life , Jessica Chastain played a mother who could float. In Mama , she’s attacked by one. Chastain shot this dignified little thriller in fall 2011 during the stretch when literally every arthouse theater played at least two of her pictures—between Tree , Coriolanus , The Help , Take Shelter , Texas Killing Fields and The Debt , she was indie cinema’s inescapable new queen. Universal intended to release the Guillermo del Toro -produced Mama last October, but shelved it until the week after Chastain was nominated for an Oscar for Zero Dark Thirty . Is this her reputation-besmirching Norbit ? Pshaw — for my money, it’s her best performance yet. Mama starts with a child’s hand scrawling “Once upon a time,” words that send us all the way back to, uh, the financial collapse of 2008. A Wall Street bigshot (Nikolaj Coster-Waldau) has a nervous breakdown: He shoots his co-workers, shoots his wife, and kidnaps his two girls, ages 3 and 1, with the intent of hiding out and shooting them, too. (Alas, murder-suicide is today’s version of parents in the Brothers Grimm casting out their children to survive in the forest.) The place he chooses to pull the trigger is a cabin in the woods that belongs to “Mama,” a ghost who doesn’t take kindly to deadly dads. Side note: Why is Hollywood newly obsessed with monsters who are painfully thin and flexible? It’s as if our entire generation grew up having nightmares about a double-jointed Karen Carpenter. As the opening credits roll, kiddie crayon sketches show us what happened next: The scared blonde tykes cling to their new ghost mommy and revert to crawling on all fours and eating rats. It’s a feral child fairy tale! Cut to the present where we first meet rocker girl Annabel (Chastain) beaming at an EPT test, overjoyed that her boyfriend (Coster-Waldau again) hasn’t gotten her pregnant. Alas, her guy turns out to be the girls’ uncle, and his detectives have finally found Mama’s lair. Surprise! Annabel’s about to be the adopted mother of two crab-walking nightmares, and she really doesn’t want to meet their babysitter. Every beat in Mama is familiar, down to the exact moment you need to close your eyes to dodge a jump-scare, and there’s a goofy child psychiatrist (Daniel Kash) whose actions make about as much sense as Claire Danes in Homeland . But damned if Mama doesn’t transcend its nonsense. As in Paranormal Activity 3 , the girls — now 6 and 8, but psychologically closer to wildcats in captivity — spend a lot of time in their bedroom playing tug-of-war with their spooky spectral caretaker and humming creepy hymns. Young actresses Isabelle Nelisse and Megan Charpentier are excellent, with Nelisse frighteningly primal, and Charpentier as her guilt-stricken and watchful older sister. The best call in the script is the slow wedge that’s driven between the girls, the real world, and the world only they believe in. The kids are scary but they don’t thrill to see Chastain scream. Instead, their loyalty is torn between the only mother they’ve ever known and, you know, the one who doesn’t look like an anorexic hellbeast. One standout chase sequence shows us Mama’s back story in a retro filmstrip style that looks like one of D.W. Griffith’s nightmares. But Mama ‘s smartest choice is the decision by helmer Andres Muschietti (who also co-wrote the script with Barbara Muschietti and Neil Cross) to cast Chastain for insta-class. Chastain has carved out a career in shockingly fast time, but she’s been oddly ill-used by her directors, who tend to see her as a figurehead, not a woman. She’s been shoehorned into archetypes: The fragile doll, the vision of womanly perfection, the sexless drone. It takes this slight but ambitious horror flick to let her be flesh-and-blood fun. Her Annabel is a tough, short-haired dame who’s inked with tattoos under her Misfits t-shirts. She plays guitar in a ’90s-esque girl band — god, I wish we had more of those today — and her cellphone voicemail barks: “This is Annabel. Leave a message at the beep. Fuck you — beep .” As she warms, slowly, to the beast-children, Chastain gets to play an arc, not an archetype, and Mama becomes an honest-to-god film instead of a quickie horror cash-in or a bone-dry drama that relies on Chastain to do all the heavy lifting. Kathryn Bigelow , take note: Surround Chastain with an actual movie, and you might get a Oscar nod the next go-round. Amy Nicholson is a critic, playwright and editor. Her interests include hot dogs, standard poodles, Bruce Willis, and comedies about the utter futility of existence. Follow her on Twitter. Follow Amy Nicholson on Twitter . Follow Movieline on Twitter .
When you’re an athlete there are tons of issues eating away at your funds. The IRS, hefty Cheescake Factory bills, and the cost of supporting everybody in the circle, have all contributed to the financial demise of some of sports’ biggest ballers, but there’s another money grabber among us and it’s called divorce… Continue
