Charismatic, easy on the eyes and exuding charm, actor Garrett Hedlund magnifies many of the hypnotic traits of the the person he plays in Walter Salles‘ On the Road. Magnetic, intelligent and a wild side that became the inspiration and fascination of Beat author Jack Kerouac, the adventures and misadventures Neal Cassady inspired became a pivotal nucleus for the novel On the Road, considered one of the most important works of literature in post-war era America.
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Neal Cassady also had a dark side in the form of booze, drugs, many women and even dabbling in other sexual dalliances unspoken about in the conservative mores of the period. Talking about On the Road and the real-life characters behind it involves the necessity of a roadmap itself since Kerouac changed their names. In the film, directed by Walter Salles, Hedlund plays the book’s Dean Moriarty, aka Neal Cassady, while Kerouac assigned himself the name Sal Paradise. Kristen Stewart stars as Marylou (LuAnne Henderson), the former wife and frequent lover of Dean, while Kirsten Dunst plays Camille (Carolyn Cassady), the second wife and mother of Dean’s children.
Shot over 100,000 kilometers and with years of research heading into the project, the film based on the Beat Generation bible finally made good on numerous failed adaptation attempts in the past. The pic features Sam Riley (Control) as Sal, who falls under the spell of the intoxicating Dean Moriarty, who himself chases around America for freedom and the elusive “It.” Sal, Dean and sometimes Marylou and others travel around the country indulging in drink, drugs, sex, fast driving and the whims of a youthfulness hellbent on not…
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Halle Berry, Olivier Martinez and Gabriel Aubry gave little Nahla Aubry a touching and special Thanksgiving memory this morning when all three of those crazy bitches got into a fight of words and a fight of fists. Now you won’t feel so alone tonight when you’re sitting in a jail cell after throwing a can of cranberries at one of your family members. Celebrities: They’re just as trashy as us!
TMZ says that shit between Halle Berry and Gabriel Aubry have been extra tense ever since a judge shut down her plans to move to France, and shit got extra EXTRA messy this morning. While dropping Nahla off at Halle’s house this morning, something set Gabriel off and he brought the crazy upon Olivier Martinez. Olivier Martinez returned the crazy by issuing a serious beat down on Gabriel. TMZ puts it like this:
Gabriel showed up at Halle’s doorstep with Nahla for a custodial hand-off. We’re told Gabriel was inside the house when Olivier walked up to him and said, “We have to move on.”
According to witnesses, Gabriel then pushed Olivier and threw a punch at his face, but Olivier blocked it and the punch struck him in the shoulder instead. We’re told Gabriel then pushed Olivier to the ground, and Olivier cold-cocked him in the face, and a struggle ensued, ending
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If you told me that this was really White Oprah trying to look like 25-year-old (in Stodden years, obviously) Lindsay Lohan with the help of a backwards discount wig named Crystal from Party City, bronzer (in shade: death diarrhea) mixed with bloody dirt from a crime scene and the make-up artist who did Pam’s rotting skin on True Blood, I wouldn’t call you a liar. This is LiLo at an amfAR gala in NYC last night, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she once she strolled in looking like that, the organizers changed the event to benefit her instead of AIDS research, because DAMN. We can all update the saying “like death warmed over” to “like LiLo warmed over.”
LiLo obviously doesn’t have any friends, because a true friend wouldn’t let her leave the motel room looking like Owen Wilson going to a Halloween party as a zombie Loretta Swit. Somebody needs to cover her with a fumigation tent and drag her to church for a long soak in a bowl of holy water right after they sit her down for a one-on-one intervention with Nancy Reagan. LiLo is a walking Just Say No campaign. I mean, those gaping nostril holes need a lap band around them, because bitch can snort a line from across the room.
When you’re 25 and making Woody Allen look young, fresh and hot by comparison, it’s time to get Jesus in your life. Shit, Scientology is the devil, but at this point I’d tell LiLo to get some Xenu in her life.
In a shocking turn of events that nobody saw coming, Sinead O’Connor’s marriage to the sweet-faced tenhead man lasted just a second longer than 7 hours and 15 days. Sinead announced on her blog last night that she is quitting Barry Herridge after being married to him for a total of 18 days. Sinead writes that because Barry’s family pushed hard pressure on him (the same way a peen pushes hard pressure into Sinead’s asshole to turn her difficult brown into easy brown) to leave her ass, she has decided to end their love. Here’s a piece of what Sinead wrote on her site last night:
Within 3 hours of the ceremony being over the marriage was kyboshed by the behaviour of certain people in my husband’s life. And also by a bit of a wild ride i took us on looking for a bit of a smoke of weed for me wedding night as I don’t drink. My husband was enormously wounded and very badly effected by that experience and also by the attitude of those close to him toward our marriage. It became apparent to me that if he were to stay with me he would be losing too much to bear. And that being with me was not going to serve him positively , career wise or any other wise. I saw his life leave
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Last week, Leighton Meester threw a lawsuit at her prison bitch mother Constance Meester (that’s Connie the Con if you’ve ever used commissary soap as pussy lube) for trying to pull $10,000 a month out of her by saying they had a verbal contract. Yeah, some “our tongues shook on it” shit. Leighton also said in the documents that she gave Connie $7,500 a month and the money was supposed to be used to care for her sick younger brother, but her mom bought a new face (Botox, etc…) and new hair (weaves, etc….) instead.
Connie is now countersuing Leighton for some shit I swear she pulled out of White Oprah’s ass. No, seriously. Connie went up to fellow pimp mom White Oprah and told her that Leighton is trying to cut her off. White Oprah calculated some things in her head and then shat out the solution: A COUNTERSUIT! Because the legal equivalent of a pimp smack is a countersuit.
E! Online says that Connie gave up her life so that Leighton could make it in the business that is show. Connie moved her family to New York for Gossip Girl and then moved them back to Los Angeles all for Leighton’s career. Like any good pimp, Connie kept track of all the cash she put out for acting classes and private schools, and says Leighton owes her $230,000.
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Somewhere in California, Papa Joe Simpson is furiously gluing the beads on Jessica Simpson’s bridal pasties while yelling at the team from Spanx to make her wedding dress faster, because he needs to marry off his daughter in the next few days so that she gets the cover of all the magazines and Tony Romo doesn’t! As Jessica bawled into a bowl of cake soup, her ex-boyfriend Tony Romo married Chace Crawford’s sister Candice in front of 600 people in Dallas, TX yesterday. Yes, a professional football player married a pageant queen turned news anchor in Texas. The theme of the wedding was obviously: STEREOTYPES! I hope Candice loves a mug full of chardonnay in the morning, because ho is a Kathie Lee Gifford in-the-making.
People reports that after Tony took at least 20 minutes to lift the veil over his bride’s head (it took about 19 minutes to clear her forehead) for their wedding kiss, their guests ate short ribs and pizza in the reception tent. The guests also got a gift bag that included: a Neiman Marcus gift card, assorted treats from Great One Cookies, a Mix of the Month CD by DJ Lucy Wrubel, a miniature bottle of Moet champagne, a box of Dude Sweet Chocolates, gourmet popcorn, chips and salsa, “Killer Pecans” from Bandera Foods, Voss bottled water, and an assortment of Kiehl’s beauty and body products.
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Full Story »Above is the answer to the question: who is the beat scared of? It’s Tom Brady dancing by himself at Carnival in Rio! Tom is getting it and then some. Dude is moving like a grandma whose laxative just kicked in while she’s trying to climb a ladder. This ALMOST makes up for the fact that all of Tom’s hotness is slowly draining out of the greasy spout of hair on the back of his head. But Tom will keep winning me over with his herp derp bounce.
And here’s Tom relaxing on the balcony of his hotel with Gis after a night of shaking his shit.
