Javier Bardem and Penelope Cruz Expecting Baby No. 2 It’s baby-making season!!! Another day, another pregnant celebrity… Via Page Six: Penelope Cruz is about to be a mom again. The Spanish beauty has been spotted recently with a fuller figure, and sources confirm that she’s pregnant. She and Javier Bardem are already parents to Leo Encinas Bardem, who was born in January 2011 at Cedars Sinai in LA. Cruz began dating Bardem in 2007, and they wed in July 2010 in an intimate ceremony at a friend’s home in the Bahamas. Of being a mother, Cruz told Vogue, “From the first second, you feel so much love.” Congrats to them! WENN
The international trailer for Twice Born (2012) has hit the interwebs, and it features succulent Spaniard Penelope Cruz offering up a self-made milk meal to a lucky little sucker. In the movie Penelope plays an infertile woman who adopts a child, but in real life Ms. Cruz was still breastfeeding her own young son during filming, which led to some confusion in her infant co-stars: “Some of these babies were only a week old. And so they were smelling me and that made them want to eat. But I was playing a woman who couldn’t feed because she hadn’t given birth! We can certainly imagine that this isn’t the first time Penelope had to fend potential sucklers off of her jumbo dairy-missiles. With those mouth-watering eyefuls, she’s udderly hot! See the trailer after the jump!
Penelope Cruz is easily one of the sexiest actresses in the world right now and here she is getting her tits sucked topless in this naughty video clip from a movie Continue reading →
Lady in fucking red…holy shit….turns out that I am down with any alcohol company who doesn’t advertise on this site because they are snobs and too busy spending 100s of thousands of dollars on Penelope Cruz, the Oscar winning Spanish actress you may or may not have heard of, but have probably seen her fucking nose, at some point or another….because that’s the signature feature that she’s helped big nosed women come to terms with over the years….as the media told us she was beautiful… I know this cuz I used to fuck a girl with a big fucking nose…I’m talking offensively big…and she was convinced she looked like Penelope Cruz….when really…she looked like a girl with a big fucking nose…but that didn’t stop her from getting with the likes of me…when really she should have been with far less attractive men…but Penelope Cruz got her through it…like she is getting through me…with this hot…red…glamour shoot for Campari…. I want to dirty up this high quality, high production loveliness with my genitals….and she is not even naked or not a 40 year old mom….
LMFAO!!!!!!!! Man Claiming To Be Selena Gomez’s Father Suing Justin Bieber For Stolen Credit Card According to TMZ reports : Justin Bieber bought himself a penis enlargement with a stolen credit card … and he’s also cheating on his GF with Ke$ha, Rihanna and Penelope Cruz … this according to a CRAZY new lawsuit filed in court and obtained by TMZ. Bieber has been sued in Michigan by a man claiming to be Selena Gomez’s father — who makes some of the most insane, and obviously untrue allegations ever documented in court. Among the highlights: – “Bieber has cost me $426.78 and never paid me back. This money was used as abortion money because Justin Bieber got my daughter Selena pregnant in my bedroom, on my canadian bear rug.” – “Usher Raymond came to my house on the forth of july 2012 and sodomized me with a firework and lit it inside my anal area while blaring kate perry [sic] firework song in my ear drums.” – “[Bieber] gave selena a std and Bieber stole my credit card to buy him and sean p-ditty combs cocaine to use in drug free school zones.” – “Bieber also got a penis enlargement with my stolen american express card. “ The lawsuit concludes … “I’m an emotional mess … America must boycott biebers music!” We’re not even gonna lie, we haven’t had a laugh this good in a long time. Clearly, this man is out his mind, but we’ll be damned if this isht isn’t funny than a muhfugga. Image via MTV News
Before last year’s wistfully joyous Midnight in Paris , Woody Allen ’s movies had gotten so self-conscious and sour-spirited — alleged “returns to form” Match Point , Cassandra’s Dream and Vicky Cristina Barcelona included — that it was hard to have any hope for his future. Do older filmmakers really need a future, especially if, as Allen has, they’ve already banked more than a career’s worth of fine work amid the failures? If they really enjoy working, as Allen seems to, I think they do — a future to shoot for, even if it’s just tomorrow as opposed to next year, might be the very thing that makes them feel alive. To Rome with Love — rangy, vaguely ridiculous and trepidatiously optimistic — is Allen’s film for tomorrow: It will never be listed among his greats, but its willingness to surrender — that is, Allen’s willingness to surrender — to mere pleasantness makes it charming enough. Everything in To Rome with Love , from the city traffic cop who opens the festivities with a “This-a city! It has-a the-million stories!”-style monologue, to the misunderstanding-among-young-marrieds plot thread (just one strand among many), points in the direction of breezy, stress-free pleasure. The picture is slight, but at least it’s filled with air holes, for breathability — Allen is no longer obsessively sealing all the oxygen out, as he did in alleged moral exercises like Cassandra’s Dream , or putting on a false, unflattering sourpuss face, as in Whatever Works . This is an omnibus movie, a picture made up of little stories strung together like party lights: There’s a young New Yorker touring Rome for the summer, played by a winsome Alison Pill, who meets a handsome Italian do-gooder lawyer (Flavio Parenti), launching a love affair that might just last forever. Or maybe not, but its first blush is potent enough to instigate an engagement, which means that the prospective bride’s parents — a bickering pair of mismatched salt-and-pepper shakers played by Allen and Judy Davis — descend upon the city to meet their future son-in-law and his family. Allen, a former music-biz guy specializing in opera, has recently retired, a development that’s brought on a bad case of knitted-eyebrow syndrome. Davis soothes him — so to speak — by assessing his problem thus: His problem is that he equates retirement with death. Done! Get over it! (She’s a psychologist by trade, and clearly a problem-solving type.) Allen finds new hope when he meets the father of his daughter’s fiancé, a mortician, and discovers the man has a wonderful singing voice — but only in the shower. He tries to build a career for this reluctant Caruso, an excuse for Allen the filmmaker to devise some wonderfully ridiculous set pieces. (It doesn’t hurt that the singer is played by real-life tenor Fabio Armiliato.) There’s more: Jesse Eisenberg is a young architect studying in Rome and living happily with his girlfriend (an underused Greta Gerwig), until trouble hits paradise in the form of Gerwig’s best friend, a self-absorbed actress played by Ellen Page. Alec Baldwin, as a once-great architect who now designs shopping malls, pops in and out of this subplot as a kind of Greek chorus, counseling Eisenberg on the best ways not to screw up his life. Elsewhere in Rome, small-town newlyweds played by Alessandro Tiberi and Allessandra Mastronardi have checked into a hotel, with the express purpose of impressing the young groom’s straitlaced and well-connected family, a seemingly simple plan that’s thrown out of whack by the arrival of Penelope Cruz in a tight red dress. (Cruz, playing up her considerable bombshell attributes, is exuberantly, cartoonishly sexy, and possibly the best thing about the movie, as she was in Vicky Cristina Barcelona .) And then there’s Roberto Benigni, finally redeeming himself after his sub- The Day the Clown Cried debacle Life Is Beautiful , as an ordinary middle-class Roman who suddenly finds himself a celebrity for no good reason at all: He blinks at the photographers who swarm around him with their flashbulbs, his face a slapstick pantomime of WTF bewilderment. Not all of these plot threads are created equal, and To Rome with Love drifts in and out of line as Allen tries to wrangle them all into submission, like a balloon salesman on a windy day. And the picture is not without its Allenesque obsessions: The “retirement constitutes death” equation is clearly the director’s way of poking a long, pointy stick into his own subconscious reasons for working like a maniac. (Although, thankfully, his output has slowed a bit in recent years. Making that many smallish movies, in this somewhat inhospitable climate, surely can’t be good for any filmmaker’s disposition.) To Rome with Love, in the end, feels vaguely unsatisfying, perhaps only because it’s not Midnight in Paris, a picture that reckons with one character’s — and Allen’s — longing for a magical dream past that couldn’t possibly have existed. In that film, Allen built his own Paris of the ’20s, a place where Ernest Hemingway, Zelda Fitzgerald and Gertrude Stein could run free in his brain like characters in a Chuck Jones cartoon. The result was rapturous, affirmative, and yet more than a little melancholic. To Rome with Love is far less complex, and not nearly as moodily exhilarating. But it’s dappled with joy here and there, as when supersexy Italian actress Ornella Muti shows up in a cameo, as a fictional movie star named Pia Fusari. It must have tickled Allen to put Muti, a figure straight out of ’70s art-house New York, in one of his movies. We’re used to Woody Allen’s bitter laughter. What a pleasure it is to hear him giggle. Follow Stephanie Zacharek on Twitter . Follow Movieline on Twitter .
The famed Spanish director known for discovering the likes of Penélope Cruz and Antonio Banderas is returning with a new comedy, currently titled I’m So Excited , which the two will also take part in. The ensemble comedy is written and directed by Almodóvar and will begin production in July for release next summer. The filmmaker’s longtime American distributor Sony Pictures Classics will release the film in North America. The cast includes Javier Cámara, Cecilia Roth, Lola Dueñas, Raul Arévalo, Carlos Areces, Antonio de la Torre, Hugo Silva, Willy Toledo, Miguel Ángel Silvestre, Blanca Suárez, José Luis Torrijo, José María Yazpik, Laya Martí with “special collaborations” from Penélope Cruz, Antonio Banderas and Paz Vega. Sony Classics co-president Michael Barker and Tom Bernard have long worked with Almodóvar beginning with Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown at Orion Classics and has continued on with seven more films at SPC, including his most recent The Skin I Live In , which debuted in Cannes in 2011 and released in the States last fall following its U.S. debut at the New York Film Festival.
Some were skeptical that Woody Allen would make an appearance at the opening night of the LA Film Festival , even with his latest Euro-whimsy To Rome With Love premiering in the kick-off slot Thursday night. But show up Woody did, with five of his starlets in tow — including Alison Pill, Greta Gerwig , and a dazzling Penelope Cruz — to debut his 43rd feature film with a few charmingly self-deprecating zingers. “I had a wonderful time making the picture in Rome,” Allen said, introducing his film to a packed theater at LA Live with a quip. “That doesn’t mean that you’ll enjoy it.” Allen continued, quietly demurring the palpable adoration of the opening night crowd, joined by Cruz, Pill, Gerwig, and Italian co-stars Alessandra Mastronardi and Simona Caparrini. “I had fun. I was there for three months eating pasta, working with beautiful actresses and scintillating leading men. It was great for me. But whether it came out or not, you have to be the judge. If you like it, I want you to tell your friends and pressure Sony, so they don’t put it in the Witness Protection Program.” [Sony Pictures Classics releases the film in select cities next week.] Allen’s Roman outing follows in the vein of his Oscar-nominated hit Midnight in Paris , exploring the spirit of the Eternal City through four light-hearted, if exhausting and scattered vignettes. In one, renowned architect Alec Baldwin visits his old Rome stomping grounds, running into Jesse Eisenberg’s 30 years-younger counterpart as he falls into an ill-advised affair. In another, a fiery hooker (Cruz) upends the life of a timid Italian newlywed. Roberto Benigni (“delightful, brilliant, sensational,” lauded Allen) shines in his own Fellini-esque tale of an average Roman businessman who becomes an overnight celebrity, enjoying — then bemoaning — the trappings of fame. And Allen stars himself, alongside Pill and a wonderfully acerbic Judy Davis, as a neurotic visiting American navigating culture clash with his Italian in-laws. To Rome may lack the pure magic and cohesion of Midnight in Paris , but it’s more fascinated with riffing on the fantasy that the Italian city inspires. (Critics were mixed following the film’s LA Film Fest premiere.) Among the themes turned over and over by Allen’s characters: Celebrity, desire, and the twin, or dueling, identities entrenched in the very fabric of the city — a place where the ruins of ancient civilization are an inescapable part of the modern landscape, a reminder of humanity’s impulse to reach for greatness, even at the risk of great failure. That hunger for life’s “what ifs?” is, the film argues, as essential as it is impossible to ignore. A starstruck woman ponders the extramarital affair that would make for a lifetime of stories; a mortician seizes the chance at operatic greatness, even under the silliest of circumstances. In the film’s most Allenesque pairing, Baldwin’s knowing John peppers Eisenberg’s Jack with the advice he knows he won’t heed, because he didn’t take it himself as a young man. Their double dose of relentless, self-aware commentary — about life, love, and the wrong choices (and ill-advised love affairs) you just can’t help choosing — speaks to a filmmaker who is all too haunted by his past, yet content to come to terms with the naivete of his younger self. Given how baldly he confronts the funny business of art and celebrity in the film, from all sides — the fleeting pointlessness (and compulsive appeal) of being famous for famous’ sake in today’s reality TV culture, the eternal struggle to balance art and commerce, even the oiliness and pretension pervasive to Hollywood types alike, personified by Italian actor Antonio Albanese and with particular deftness by Ellen Page — Allen’s pre-screening sign-off remained softly humble. “Thank you very much for showing up tonight,” he said. “If you like the picture, I’m thrilled. If you hate it and think it was a waste of time coming, don’t let me know [pause] because I get depressed easily.” To Rome with Love opens on June 22. Read more from the LA Film Fest here . Follow Jen Yamato on Twitter . Follow Movieline on Twitter .
OK guys, who’s hotter: Penelope Cruz or Emmy Rossum ? Now you can make your voice heard as Mr. Skin pits these sexy stars (and many, many more!) against each other in Mr. Skin’s Whack-It Bracket . We’ve seeded 64 of the hottest celebs on Mr. Skin into 4 divisions divided by cup size: A-Cup All Stars: Natalie Portman , Keira Knightley , AnnaLynne McCord and more B-Cup Beauties: Amber Heard , Olivia Munn , Jessica Alba and more Chesty C-Cups: Anne Hathaway , Amanda Seyfried , Emmanuelle Chriqui and more and Heavy Handfuls : Christina Hendricks , Sofia Vergara , Kate Upton and more …and it’s up to you to VOTE on which star’s sex appeal reigns supreme. We’ve got a titillating clip from each star on our Whack-It Bracket page, and after viewing the clips, you can cast your vote on which chick deserves to go to the next round. Starting today, March 13, every five days we’ll start a new round, going from our Sexy 16 to the Enticing 8 to the Foxy 4 until you, the voters, have determined Mr. Skin’s single sexiest celeb. Plus, every vote enters you to WIN an iPad3 and other awesome prizes…and did we mention it’s FREE? Madness! So check out Mr. Skin’s Whack-It Bracket now…we provide the tournament, you provide the seed.
