This pic of Anja Rubik looks like a paparazzi shot, but I don’t know that. One of the captions online is “Anja Rubik topless breakfast at hotel balcony in Cannes,” but I can’t vouch that the claim is reliable. I do know I like it.
Eva Hamilton in Death Kiss (2018)
Gillian Jacobs in Choke (2008)
I have not seen this picture before
Lauren was in her 20s at the time. Today is her 75th birthday.
She has always been a favorite of mine.
VERY slight. But Meg Turney looks cute.
“Last April, the fragrant state of New Jersey declared this November 17, 2018 the first official Danny DeVito Day, in honor of its most famous native son (suck it, Springsteen). And how does the Penguin feel about this gift? Mixed. ‘Of course, they first told me I could have a beach. Yeah, but they reneged.'”
No matter what kind of movie you like, he probably wrote at least one of your favorites. He wrote The Princess Bride (book and movie), Marathon Man (book and movie), Butch Cassidy, Chaplin, and All the President’s Men, among others.
He also wrote the ultimate inside view of Hollywood, a book called Adventures in the Screen Trade.
That headline in quotation marks is misleading. Krasinski didn’t “turn down” Captain America because they never offered it to him. He did, however, realize at audition time that he wasn’t Cap material.
(Sorry, she’s dressed. I just thought the pic was sexy.)
It’s not recent, but I don’t remember seeing this slight areola-slip from Drew Barrymore.
She was 37. She will turn 60 next month.
Lisa Bonet in one of the sexiest performances in history, in Angel Heart (1987).
Angel Heart is a combination horror movie and detective film noir (bayou sub-genre), and it’s a terrific example of a filmmaker completely controlling the film’s spooky, ominous atmosphere. The plot is incredibly complicated and confusing, and the details sometimes seem to make no sense, but that may actually be an asset in this case, in that it takes the film deeper into your head, and makes it seem even darker and more mysterious. What we do know is that a low-rent detective named Harry Angel is hired by a mysterious client to find Johnny Favorite, a missing singer. It seems that Mr. Favorite was one serious sleazebag, engaged in some blasphemously evil practices.
At one time I wanted to figure out some of the most confusing details, so I read the prize-winning book upon which the film is based, then lent it to a friend to read. Between the two of us, we had no more clue after reading and discussing the book than before we started it. I think you have to just accept that it is some dark, evil stuff, and forget about trying to tie it down with tight logic. I can’t say much more because the mystery is much more fun if you try to solve it along with Harry Angel.
A topless Denise Richards makes out with Neve Campbell, as the Good Lord intended.
Beverly D’Angelo flashing the audience after performing an a capella torch song called “I Can’t Fuck Without Falling In Love” during the Zappa’s record release party for “ShampooHorn” at The Palace in Hollywood, California (Feb 1994)
Lorena Rae is a German fashion model, and was romantically linked to Leo DiCaprio at one time.
I suppose the parts of that sentence before and after the comma are probably redundant. If a woman is beautiful (and Lorena is), it’s always a safe bet that she has been on DiCaprio’s radar at one time or another.
Heh, heh … “radar” – good euphemism.
As somebody once said of the Panama Canal, he “stole it fair and square.”
Abrams “insisted her speech wasn’t one of concession and vowed a federal lawsuit over the management of the election.”