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Scriptgirl, this is not yet posted, so don't report to the mod anymore. I posted another one from the same session, but NOT this one.
If you still preserve your opinion, pls show me where this pic was posted in this thread. I will delete it myself.
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HUFFINGTON POST


Angelina Jolie is on the Best Actress nomination roll for this year's Oscars and has shown tremendous grace regarding the honor:
[It is] a privilege beyond any expectation. Working with Clint Eastwood [on Changeling] was a reward in itself that will last me a lifetime. It has been an exceptional year for acting, and I am honored to be in the company of these talented actors whose performances all deserve this recognition.​
I'm sure she meant it regarding Clint, but all that jazz about the other actresses? Come now, Angie. I would roll my eyes, but I like you too much. Though your philanthropy, growing brood of children, and star relationship with another one of this year's Oscar nominees, Brad Pitt (for his impressive work in The Curious Case of Benjamin Button), has made you so larger than life, many viewers unfortunately have a hard time separating your movie star/female Bono image from your on-screen performances. And that's unfortunate, since Jolie has the range, the charisma and the, at times, weird gorgeousness that makes her so compelling. Even in Wanted, in which she skulks around all assassin sexy (not everyone can do that!). So I ask seriously: Why not a nomination for that movie? It was one of last year's best action pictures? (I know, I ask for too much.)

But in spite of her new-found status as a pouty-lipped sex bomb Mother Theresa, I spy the old Angelina lurking underneath (again, see Wanted) and I like it. Particularly in moments like when Anne Hathaway won the forgettable Critics Choice Award for Rachel Getting Married, and gushed onstage with her goody-goody-gosh-golly-gee-how-did-I-get-here act. Jolie stared her down with as much condescending wickedness as Maleficent from Sleeping Beauty. I know many of you were turned off by her smirk, but I swelled with full-on, "Hell yes! Hail to the bad girl!" pride.
It also occurred to me later that Hathaway's self-absorbed, drug-addicted, younger-sister character in Rachel Getting Married (for which she is also nominated for an Oscar this year) was such a perfect Jolie role, it's a shame she didn't take Anne's place. Jolie is such an expert at chewing up the scenery like a hungry lioness -- think of her small part in Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow, in which the very sight of her wry smile, androgynous sexuality and eye patch caused star Gwyneth Paltrow to almost vanish into thin air -- that to have seen her tripping around that wedding, crashing into trees, tearing into her mother, sexing it up in the basement, and hollering at the musicians to shut the hell up would have been a thing of rage-fueled, self-consumed beauty. And that toast. Think of how uncomfortable and yet, strangely turned on the wedding party would have been by this girl who spouts about re-hab (it's all about her!) but might possibly burn the house down if you don't ****ing listen!
Not that Jolie's work in Changeling isn't stellar -- it is. She's grown up. And she deserves her nomination. But I miss her earlier work, the crazy-movie-star deliciousness of the "take one ****ing step closer and I'll jam this in my aorta" role of Lisa in Girl, Interrupted. Jolie won a Best Supporting Actress Oscar in 2000 for that career-defining performance, striding onstage all gorgeous Vampira weirdo, proclaiming her love for her brother and then quite nearly mashing on him, making the ceremony interesting again, for once. And, on top of that, the win was completely deserved. As the female Randle P. McMurphy of the girly cuckoo's nest, Jolie's lanky troublemaker/sex pot ruled the roost in an institution filled with anorexics, compulsive liars and sensitive types like little Winona Ryder's Susanna Kaysen. Blasting through the movie with the kind of feral intensity and wit of a Nicholson or De Niro, Jolie single-handedly stole the movie from both star Ryder and the film's director, James Mangold, earning, again, every inch of that Best Supporting Actress statue. A movie star was born.
And a movie star she remains, albeit one who causes people a surprising amount of extra uneasiness. She suffers from her own version of the Madonna-wh*re complex, a sort of St. Angelina/man-eating home wrecker syndrome. So many want to relate to their screen idols, and she makes it damn near impossible. But I love her for it. Though totally modern with her tattooed, ex-blood-vial-wearing, and current save-the-children stance, she manages to be decidedly old school Hollywood. A knife loving Ava Gardner or a bi-sexual Liz Taylor of our time. Now all she needs is that great Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf role and her inner bad girl will have matured and bettered and grown meaner with age. I want an older Lisa-turned-Martha declaring to George: "I swear if you existed I'd divorce you." And then, why not? Throw in one of her greatest lines from Girl, Interrupted: "Some advice, OK? Just don't point your ****ing finger at crazy people!" Exactly. Who's Afraid of Angelina Jolie? Many, I think. Thank goodness. Or badness. Whichever alpha omega realm you'd care to see Jolie embody.
 
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On Saturday, Feb. 14, 2009, Sheraton Universal, the Hotel of the
Stars(TM), kicks off a yearlong celebration of its 40th
anniversary. Valentine's Day marks the date that the 451-room
hotel opened its doors in 1969. Over the years, the hotel
earned its moniker as the 'Hotel of the Stars' for hosting
hundreds of film and television stars working at nearby studios
from the likes of Ava Gardner, B.B. King, Tom Hanks, George
Clooney and Jennifer Aniston. Additionally, the hotel regularly
serves as a backdrop on such TV shows as "Desperate Housewives,"
"Chuck" and "CSI."
 
The Virginia Pilot

Oscar belongs to the world.
The golden statuette given to the big-screen worthies by the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences is one of the most recognized awards in the world. In every civilized country, and many a wilderness, people know what an Oscar is - reaffirming, for better or worse (worse in recent years), that movies are America's most recognized export.
However, Old Virginny has its claims on the big prize.
As we approach the 81st Oscars ceremony on Sunday, here's a look at some local connections:
1. George C. Scott, best-actor winner for "Patton" (1970), is a native of Wise
2. Margaret Sullavan, a nominee for "The Mortal Storm" (1940) and a candidate to play Scarlett O'Hara in "Gone With the Wind," was a native of Norfolk and began her acting career at the Little Theater of Norfolk.
3. Elizabeth Taylor, a five-time nominee and two-time winner - for "Butterfield 8" (1960) and "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" (1966) - campaigned throughout Virginia on behalf of her then-husband John Warner, who became a U.S. senator for Virginia.
4. Glenn Close, a five-time Oscar nominee, began her acting career as a student at the College of William and Mary in Williamsburg. Her nominations include her roles in "The World According to Garp" (1982), "The Big Chill" (1983), "The Natural" (1984), "Fatal Attraction" (1987) and "Dangerous Liaisons" (1988). She has yet to win an Oscar, although she has won two Tony Awards on Broadway and television awards.
5. Debbie Reynolds, a best-actress nominee for "The Unsinkable Molly Brown" (1964), lived in Roanoke during her marriage to real estate developer Richard Hamlett from 1984 to 1986.
6. Ava Gardner, a best-actress nominee for "Mogambo" (1953), attended high school in Newport News, where her mother ran a boarding house for shipyard workers. She returned to Smithfield, N.C., before being discovered by MGM to become an international jet-setter, making her home for a decade in Spain. She starred in 40 films, including "The Barefoot Contessa," "Show Boat," "The Snows of Kilimanjaro" and "The Night of the Iguana."
 
dvd town
James Plath is also a Hemingway scholar, and his most recent book, Historic Photos of Ernest Hemingway, will be published on March 15 by Turner Publishing of Nashville, Tennessee. It´s a 10x10" hardcover coffee table book that contains 200 photos, a number of which pertain to film.

"There are two shots of Hemingway on the set of "The Old Man and the Sea" in Cuba, and several shots of Hemingway with actor Spencer Tracy," Jim said. "There´s also a shot of Hemingway hunting ducks with actress Jane Russell, shooting and paling around with Gary Cooper, having lunch in Málaga with Lauren Bacall, and touring a bullfighter´s ranch with actress Ava Gardner (who reportedly liked to swim nude in Hemingway´s pool at his house in Cuba)."
 
Globe and Mail

Three things: Friday the 13th's Jason Voorhees is back, killing all the hot mamas at Crystal Lake; the haggard Mickey Rourke just told a TMZ reporter, when asked if he was dating Courtney Love, that he "would rather be on a deserted island with a gorilla;" and Gwyneth Paltrow's website GOOP, which launched last fall, continues to be bashed, most recently being called "pretentious" and also "infamous" in the tabloid press.
It is easy to pull wings off insects, and it is easy to overpower a girl in panties with a scythe; to slam Courtney Love when she's been down for quite some time, and to mock the earnest efforts of a woman who happens to be maddeningly thin, stylish and - more often than not - talented.
As machismo becomes increasingly stylish, among men and women, aggression towards women - truly stunning vitriol - increases also.
Paltrow, who is reviving her career in the tailwind of her surprising return and success in last year's Iron Man, has been, of late, appearing daily in small news items all over the Web about: the Iron Man sequel; her seemingly insane co-star in Two Lovers, Joaquin Phoenix; the opinion that at 36 she is "aging well"; her terror of catching pneumonia again; and her latest appearance on Oprah.
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On Oprah, she claimed she never dieted, and when a segment of the show was posted on Defamer.com, the message board was quickly filled with comments.
Some examples: "Liar, liar, pants on fire ... she eats twigs and grass, then gives herself a million cleansing enemas," and "this b*tch is prime example why life is so UNFAIR. Thin and rich with an extra helping of obnoxious. I hope she gains 300 pounds when she hits menopause."
Is it any wonder Paltrow is also responding, in the March issue of Elle magazine, to slams of her website by cursing "the haters?"
In the response, she asked, "How could people hate me, my intentions or what I'm trying to do? I'm a good person and I'm trying to put good things into the world."
Having finally looked through GOOP, having read its obtuse mission statement - "Nourish the Inner Aspect" - and having pored over its six weekly categories (Make, Go, Get, Do, Be, See), I am tempted to deride her flaky, intellectual posturing, but why?
I do not know if she is a "good person" or not, but I agree that she is trying to "put good things in the world." GOOP is, ultimately, a nice little forum for ideas about self-improvement, ideas that are rooted in harmless acquisitiveness, simple playfulness and an exceptionally fragile sense of the mind and soul. It is this fragility that makes GOOP (its name is, admittedly, dreadful) hard to dislike, as it puts forward such tentative feelers toward art and literature, spirituality and the dream of a whole, harmonious life.
Paltrow's prose style is a little lofty, and high-pitched. In the "Go" section this week, she writes that "Los Angeles, with its bougainvillea, sea breezes, avocados and eccentric inhabitants, is like no other place and will always be in my soul."
Yes, she sounds like Katharine Hepburn stiffly reading from a script, but this is mediocre writing from an actress, not claiming to be anything but the host of a website that "nourish[es] what is real." And what is real to her is travelling, reading, shopping, being a mother, being active and so on: In other words, she is like a lot of women her age, whether they wish she was a morbidly obese enema junkie or not.
Her friends are enlisted to share ideas in each section, and while it has been viewed as risible that she calls Madonna and Christy Turlington "literary-minded," her book selections this week are not of the Eckhart Tolle and Sophie Kinsella variety, but eclectic, sombre choices, including work by Zora Neale Hurston, Leo Tolstoy, Jhumpa Lahiri and David Wroblewski.
Her thoughts on fashion are as good as anything I have seen in any magazine - better, in truth, as she is a genuine style paragon. Her other musings inspire, as well, that certain, indescribable impulse that moves women's magazines - the impulse to buy, the impulse to change, the impulse to get a whole bunch of goop, I suppose.
Gwyneth Paltrow, daughter of filmmaker Bruce Paltrow and actress Blythe Danner, emerged in the public eye in the early 1990s as Brad Pitt's girlfriend, one in a succession of wafer-thin, slim-hipped and sexually ambiguous women who recall Ava Gardner's summation of Frank Sinatra marrying the young androgyne Mia Farrow: "I always knew Frank would wind up in bed with a boy."
 
Beaver County News

PITTSBURGH — When he was 51, when he was 68 and when he was 77 as his days were growing short, Frank Sinatra performed at the Civic Arena.

Pittsburgh must have been his kind of town. Ol’ Blue Eyes came back eight times between 1967 and 1993. What very good years they were.

This could also be a very good year.

The music Sinatra so fabulously sang is back, this time at the Pittsburgh CLO Cabaret downtown beginning Thursday evening.

“My Way: A Musical Tribute to Frank Sinatra” is a celebration of the music that Americans listened to for half a century as the scrappy, skinny kid from Hoboken, N.J. rose on stage and screen, fell and got up again and again.

Sinatra, critics and fans say, did it on his own terms, his own way until his death on May 14, 1998. He was 82.

“My Way” is a musical revue, a journey of Sinatra’s storied career that features 58 of the 1,400 songs he recorded and insight into what made the complicated man appealing.

‘He had an amazing career. He sang incredible music. He was this very genuine man. He was not without his flaws and not everything that he did was good. But, he had a very big heart. He was a good man and ultimately his life had an impact. He made a difference,” said David Grapes, the show’s co-creator and director.

The Parkersburg, W.Va. native got the idea for “My Way” while watching retrospectives of Sinatra’s career aired on cable and network TV days after Sinatra’s death.

Grapes, who ran a small theater in upstate New York, was intrigued with a series of concerts that featured Sinatra performing with a small combo in London.

“You know there’s a musical in there,” he thought. Grapes, who’d discovered Sinatra as a college student in the late ’60s, delved deeper in Sinatra’s music and life, then teamed with former student Todd Olson. They wrote a play and Olson a book. Within a year, they staged the play at the theater.

A year later, they changed “My Way” from a play to the musical revue. The revue gives audiences the music and a sense of Sinatra’s style. It’s not a biography, Grapes explained.

It’s a journey of his music from the big band and swing selections of the ’40s to the darker songs of the ’50s, and to the signature songs of his later years such as “Strangers in the Night,” and “My Way.”

The songs are grouped by themes such as young love, love gone wrong, cities and towns. They include Sinatra standards such as “Young at Heart” and “Fly Me to the Moon,” show tunes such as “My Funny Valentine” and “The Lady is a Tramp” and lesser known songs such “Dindi” and “Wave.”

Two males and two female characters perform the songs.

One male represents the young rail-thin singer as he worked his way to stardom, and the second male, the middle-aged suave Rat Pack crooner who defined “cool.”

The females are archetypal figures of the women Sinatra was attracted to: the sensuous, challenging bad girls types a la actress Ava Gardner and the other more less aggressive, less assertive blonds a la actress Mia Farrow.

The characters are not impersonators and don’t try to imitate Sinatra’s style, which Grapes said, can’t be done

His reasoning is simple.

The voice, a baritone that sounded like a tenor, was extraordinarily smooth and unique. Other singers simply don’t sound like Sinatra.

And through the years as he went from Rudy Vallee crooner to big band singer to a more mature sound, his voice deepened, Grapes said.

“He was a great interpreter of songs. He sang songs in a way that almost put him in a theatrical setting,” he said. Sinatra’s interpretation often went beyond the original intent of the songwriter.

An example, “Luck be a Lady” from the musical “Guys and Dolls” is about a man blowing on a pair of dice. Sinatra made it a song about a man’s relationship with a woman.

And Sinatra had a knack of finding the exactly the right song. “He had the ability to pick material that spoke to him and to his audience,” Grapes said.

Lucky for him, Sinatra could choose from a wealth of songs written by wonderful songwriters the likes of Harold Arlen, Cole Porter, Irving Berlin and Sammy Cahn.

His musical talents and his personality attracted both the blue collar and the upper class, the street kids and theatergoers. Sinatra was a dichotomy and his appeal broad, the director said. “My Way’s” about Sinatra’s talents and humor, not politics or controversy.

He expects Sinatra fans, those who grew up listening or saw him in concert to see “My Way.” Grapes never did saw Sinatra perform live.

“It’s a great date to come with someone you’ve known for awhile,” he said.

And chances are that younger folks who come might recognize songs from commercials.

“We’ve had so much inundation in the last six months of everything that is wrong, going bad, getting worse, getting awful, and it’s a chance to come and have a happy evening,” Grapes said.

And it might just make 2009 a very good year.
 
Ziegfield girl, I think it is from one of early movies-I believe the word "race track" is in the title. Glad you like the pics!
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