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JULIA ROBERTS: THE GOLDEN YEARS
So many of you will be rush, rush, rushing out to see the new Julia Roberts movie Eat, Pray, Love, opening mañana. The book evokes derisive, polarizing, debate for a variety of legitimate reasons. Regardless of personal opinion, never have so many approached me as when I read this book on vacation a few years ago. Eat, Pray, Love lives in the realm of white female privilege. If you can get past that, the kundalini discussion is pretty interesting. So yeah, in honor of Mz. Roberts, please enjoy a retrospective of her earlier guilty pleasures.
Satisfaction, a 1988 cult classic staring Justine Bateman as the lead singer of Mystery, and Liam Neeson as the curmudgeony barkeep. Julia Roberts embarrasses herself with her rhythm-less, pouty portrayal of Daryle, the slutty bass player in a nearly all-girl band. This marks the beginning of a string of roles where Julia plays the lovable, ditzy skank. The soundtrack, while hard to find, contains some memorable moments – consider tracking it down.

Also right outta ’88, let’s enjoy a slice with the gang from Mystic Pizza. Strong performances by Lili Taylor and Annabeth Gish challenged Julia to step up her acting a notch in her portrayal of Daisy Arujo. Julia captures Daisy’s yearning to abandon her towny-waitress life by using her significant wiles to leverage her ivy league boyfriend as a ticket to the good life (remember, this was the 80′s). Don’t even attempt to watch this without your favorite pizza handy.

Steel Magnolias marked a shift in the public perception of Julia Roberts. Abandoning slutty to play Shelby, Julia proved she had acting chops and gravitas. Julia’s humility allowed her to learn from those around her, and she obviously absorbed a great deal from the talented cast that surrounded her in Steel Magnolias. It is still the gold standard for conjuring laughter through tears.


Turning towards slightly darker fare, Sleeping With the Enemy is a well-paced, (if slightly cheesy) thriller about an abusive husband and his long-suffering wife who escapes to reinvent herself. Divided into essentially three parts, this movie delivers a little of everything: great interiors, a makeover montage, and a well-thought-out plan executed with a little luck and a lot of preparation.
1997′s My Best Friend’s Wedding still holds up as the best of those misogynistic wedding-themed movies. Julia brings true star power to this role, filing up the screen with her toothy mopish grin. She creates fizzy chemistry with Cameron Diaz and Rupert Everett, proving she can magnanimously share the laughs. My Best Friend’s Wedding marks the last film Julia made before she lodged that giant self-righteous rod up her ass. 
OPRAH, By Kitty Kelley
If you like a good unauthorized biography, pick up Kitty Kelley’s OPRAH, an impeccably researched behemoth that will likely change your perspective on Ms. Winfrey. For instance, did you know….
Oprah’s “dad” Vernon Winfrey does not enjoy Oprah’s BFF Gayle King. I believe his words were “that dirt hog Gayle.”
Vernon had a sign in his grocery store that read: “Attention Teenagers: If you are tired of being hassled by unreasonable parents, now is the time for action. Leave home and pay your own way while you still know everything.”
Oprah, a voracious eater, once allegedly devoured two entire pecan pies while Stedman was out golfing.
Oprah can cry on cue, and it was reported that she said every tear is worth half a ratings point.

The beef between Whoopi Goldberg and Oprah dates back to The Color Purple days. Whoopi compared Oprah to Lonesome Rhodes in A Face in the Crowd, and in turn, Oprah omitted her from her Legends Ball.
Word on the street is that Oprah gave Gayle $1,250,000 (a million bucks plus taxes), so they both could be millionaires for Christmas. Other gifts Oprah has allegedly given Gayle: a $7.5 million Manhattan apartment, $3.6 million house in Greenwich, the head bitch in charge position at O Magazine, and private school for Gayle’s kids.
My most favorite tidbit of all? If her royal highness Oprah Winfrey is asleep on either leg of a flight in her private jet, her pilots are under strict orders not to wake her until she’s slept a minimum of eight hours. Seriously, the pilots, crew, and her staff must wait until she wakes up or has slumbered a full eight hours. Bitch needs her beauty rest; it is exhausting running the world.
The Rachel Zoe Project: Team Taylor, Team Giraffe
We’ve been waiting to get the dish on the Taylor and Rachel blow up, and the season three premiere of The Rachel Zoe Project wasted no time in addressing the splinter.
At the end of last season, Rodger stepped in to handle the books. Rodger broke the news to Rachel that Taylor didn’t really give a fuck when confronted over sketchy expense reports. As a result, he let her go. Rachel lied to Rodger constantly about her spending last season. If the expense reports were sketchy, he should start his inquiries with her. 
In typical Zoe fashion, Rachel completely overreacted, unable to accept that she had been betrayed by her “blessed jewel.” Rachel, have you met Taylor? Furthermore, is this your first day in the styling industry? Fashion is a cruel mistress filled with bitter backstabbing bitches. Anybody with staying power learns early: trust no one.
Brad, Jordan, and Marisa showed up for a staff meeting so Rodger could break the news that was already splattered all over the internet: Taylor was no longer with the company. Rachel implored her lackeys to recover every sample and shred of company property in Taylor’s possession.
Simultaneously, Brad looked ebullient with his promotion to Style Director and terrified at the realization that he would now have to run this ship without Captain Taylor Bitchface. No surprise that the preeminent assignment for Team Zoe was to find a replacement for Taylor.
Rachel and Rodger interviewed a series of under-qualified, inarticulate candidates, none of which appear to have the fashion knowledge, personal style, or constitution to replace Taylor. Despite Taylor’s obvious flaws, she clearly ran thangs over at Camp Zoe. Rachel spins like a well-dressed Muppet on a dradle, but appears to accomplish very little other than to sycophantically gush and twirl.
Brad and Rachel flipped through look books searching for high-fashion editorial looks for Demi’s Bazaar cover. Both expressed anxiety over pleasing Kutcher’s piece since she had previously worked almost exclusively with Taylor.
At the Bazaar shoot, Rachel pulled Chanel, Oscar de la Renta, Alexander McQueen, Dior, and some mayjah red sequined Wizard of Oz Louboutins. However, watching a fifty-something Demi Moore unironically play coquettish housewife conjured the chunder. Also, the hair is off in this shot, no?
Finally, the much-anticipated Marc Jacobs bloomer outfit arrived, albeit without the necessary undergarments. Instead of employing actual creative styling talent and reworking the look, the incomplete outfit caused Rachel to nix the ensemble entirely in favor of a Carolina Herrera gown. Work that bustle Demi!
The mundane shoot got an immediate upgrade with the appearance of the giraffe. Demi climbed a stairway to the sky where she looked eye to eye with the gorgeous creature. While feeding the giraffe atop twelve inch McQueen platforms, Demi nearly tumbled head over stilts. In the struggle between the giraffe and Demi, frankly, I was pulling for the giraffe. Imagine a subscriber cover with Demi Moore face-planted in the sand? That would move magazines. 

To wrap the episode on an especially spiteful final note, Rachel set images of Taylor from Paper ablaze in the fireplace. The article stated that Taylor was no longer with Rachel Zoe. Parsing for subtext here, the inference is that Taylor planned to leave all along, and Paper Magazine knew it before Rachel did.
Her haze of self-perceived victimization prevented Rachel from adequately acknowledging Taylor’s huge contribution to the Rachel Zoe name, aesthetic, and business. Through her skewed, self-absorbed perspective, Rachel failed to recognize that Taylor walked away with nothing except bad press, whereas she has benefited, and will continue to benefit from years of Taylor’s hard work. To add insult to injury, Rachel utilized her show as a platform from which to defame Taylor and limit her future professional prospects. If Taylor is a backstabbing bitch, it’s just because Rachel has taught her everything she knows.
a single man
In keeping with our Tom Ford theme, let’s discuss A Single Man, his gorgeous directorial and screenwriting debut. Now much of this movie looks like a luxury cologne ad, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing.
Julianne Moore, as usual, sublimely delivers a layered performance as Charley. Watch for the dance scene between her and the protagonist George, played by Colin Firth.
Impeccable fashion, hair, and make-up are a given with Mr. Ford at the helm, but his filmmaking doesn’t rely on style over substance. Firth’s nuanced performance captures the deep grief and profound sense of loss that comes from unexpected death.
While Ford’s use of color saturation for dramatic and emotional emphasis created visual interest, his use of heavy-handed sound effects is distracting. Overall, a well-acted, well-written, and well-directed film. Smooches Tom Ford.
Five Reasons Kathy Griffin is annoying now…..
First, nobody cares about Sarah Palin, and we care even less about Levi Johnston. Obama won, the joke’s over.
Second, for a woman who claims to call people on their shit, she denies (allegedly) fucking her “tour manager” Tom Vize. Just admit it Kathy, everyone knows, and your disingenuousness undermines the credibility of your act.
Kathy’s really gotten her body in shape and she looks great, but do we need to see her in a bikini every chance she gets? I’m tired of two-piece narcissist Kathy. We like our Kathy talking shit, not posing poolside.
As many of you know, ratings for the D-List have taken a hit this year, maybe that’s because she’s catering to the Sunset Daze set. Yes, her Mom is funny, but the D-List has taken on a decidedly mothball stank.
If Kathy thinks Paris Hilton attracts the youngsters, maybe someone should inform her Paris Hilton hasn’t been relevant for at least five years (if ever).
Kathy, never shy about self-promotion, campaigned for some major awards. She managed to snag two Emmys and a couple of Grammy nominations. This A-list adulation stands in sharp contrast to the original concept of her show – which was to document the struggles and humiliations of a mid-level comic. D-Listers don’t have Emmys on the mantle. 















































































