We at Betabeat are avid followers of Lindsay Lohan’s Twitter feed. After all, you never know what you might find there.
So when we saw a LiLo tweet promoting taxicab disrupter Uber’s services and offering a promo code, we just had to know: was this the result of an official partnership between the startup and the star, or was Lindsay up to something shady?
Considering how BANANAS Kanye West’s concerts have been recently, it’d almost be believable that he was behind the celebrity mocking of his most recent music video starring his soon-to-be wife, Kim Kardashian.
But you know that Kimye has nothing on Sames Roganco.
Last night, the Comedy Central Roasts series finally trotted out James Franco for mauling—ironically the one guy you’d want to make cry, But this show was different. It was not like other roasts, as someone (Jeff Ross?) pointed out, mostly because there weren’t a bunch of strangers making vicious fun of a celebrity on stage together. Instead, Mr. Franco’s roast looked more like a party from This Is the End, which I have heard is a movie that begins with a party at James Franco’s house with all of his friends “dogging” each other.
That is certainly what last night was all about! And it genuinely made for a better roast, in our opinion, because it wasn’t just Lisa Lampanelli and Mr. Ross venting their life grievances on whoever is unfortunate to be on stage with them. It was more like bro-time, with the Judd Apatow bros! (In fact, there were only two women: Sarah Silverman and Natasha Leggero.) James Franco didn’t really get roasted, unless in the sense that the president gets “roasted” at the White House Correspondent’s Dinner, where all the jokes serve to reinforce the personality and ideals of the roastee. Ha, ha, you are into “hope and freedom, Mr. President!” Like that, except it was about art and being gay.
It is to her everlasting credit that a famously exasperating perfectionist like Barbra Streisand could survive a limp noodle like The Guilt Trip. This cheesy comedy concerns a nerdy, 30-something loser named Andy (Seth Rogen) and his obnoxious, overbearing mother Joyce (Ms. Streisand) on a road trip from Manhattan to San Francisco that is understandably Read More
Welcome to New York Observer‘s Golden Globe coverage of the 2012, where you’ll be able to read (and participate!) in real time as Drew Grant and Dan D’Addario take bets on which acclaimed actor will be the first to slap that lopsided grin right off Ricky Gervais‘ face. Let the fun begin!
In the pantheon of tastelessness designed to make you laugh at diarrhea, menstruation, masturbation, yeast infections, fellatio and worse, you can now add a stupid horror called 50/50. Artificial, irresponsible, filthy and forgettable, it knocks itself cross-eyed trying to make you roar with laughter at chemotherapy, with the nauseating Seth Rogen milking most of the yuks. But a stoner comedy about cancer? I don’t think so.
Joseph Gordon-Levitt has two expressions — sleepy and catatonic — and he wears them ragged as Adam Lerner, a 27-year-old reporter for National Public Radio stationed in Seattle who sinks into an understandable depression when malignant tumors are diagnosed on his spine and he is given only a 50/50 chance of survival.
We found ourselves plenty surprised by Judd Apatow’s Funny People. Apologies to our own Rex Reed—whose vitriol over the film was epic in its proportions—but it wasn’t nearly as bad as we had anticipated. Quite the opposite, in fact: We sneaky loved it! Funny People was vicious, biting, messy and altogether human. Read More
Perhaps Judd Apatow is smirking all the way to the bank. Funny People, the hirsute director’s third film, opened in the No. 1 position at the box office this weekend, scoring an estimated $23.4 million in ticket sales. Unfortunately, that makes Funny People the lowest-grossing film to reach No. 1 this Read More
We weren’t planning on becoming a big Katherine Heigl defender. After all, our hatred for her character Izzie Stevens on Grey’s Anatomy reaches such apoplectic proportions that we’re surprised we haven’t thrown a glass through our television screen by now. (Oh the horror of seeing Heigl-as-Izzie in cancer patient makeup and a bald cap Read More
We sure hope you had a good summer at the movies: With Aug. 1 falling on Saturday, we’re looking at five whole weeks of middling-to-crappy Hollywood genre fare that wasn’t strong enough to open during the big-boy months of May, June and July. As we do every Friday, here’s a handy guide to Read More