Ah, something I can totally get behind: this movie and the pics from the Cannes photocall. And also, Rachel McAdams‘ backside. I could get behind that, too. I mean, I don’t have the equipment to really do anything back there and I wouldn’t even if I did, ’cause I don’t go that way, but since I just adore her so much I’d probably at least sniff her hair a few times. I know that probably sounds pretty weird, but I’m one of those smell-oriented people who relates pretty much every major event (and even non-major ones) to a certain scent.
Another thing I could get behind? Adrien Brody‘s massive hands. I’ve got this thing about big hands, and getting behind those of Adrien Brody’s? Sweet mother of cornbread. I’d die a fulfilled and whole girl.
May 11, 2011 at 6:30 am by Sarah
So apparently, Owen Wilson and Rachel McAdams – the love interests on gut-bustingly-funny Wedding Crashers – have reunited for a new Woody Allen movie, Midnight in Paris. The film portrays an engaged couple on holiday in Paris, who end up spending their time doing drastically different things than they planned.
The movie stars both Wilson and McAdams, and also includes Kathy Bates AND ADRIEN BRODY. I’m already totally taken with this movie – I mean, as if it didn’t already have a fucking zillion elements that would totally attract me to it: Wedding Crashers might have been one of the funniest movies I’ve ever seen and Owen Wilson is fabulous; Rachel McAdams is my number one girl-crush, and ADRIEN BRODY. Well. You guys know how I feel about him – my one, unrequited, untouchable love.
I’m totally sold. Woody Allen can, generally, suck my ass (especially for not running Adrien in the trailer), but this movie? I’ll definitely be seeing. And probably owning at some point, too.
March 29, 2011 at 5:30 am by Sarah
If you’re the type of person who only watches the Super Bowl for its pricey, over-the-top commercials, then you probably caught this amazing commercial, featuring my dream man stumping for an equally-amazing beer to boot.
If you were a Steelers fan too busy chewing your nails ’cause of the BEAT DOWN that the Packers were handing out last night, then you might have missed this hot-assed gem of a commercial.
No joke, though, guys – as soon as I saw that very definitive silhouette slouched in the darkened entryway of the pub, I knew it was him. I KNEW. I spent the proceeding two minutes mouth agape, drooling, and in ecstasy, and before I knew it, it was over.
That, my friends? Is precisely how I envision (a lot) of sex with Adrien.
February 7, 2011 at 6:30 am by Sarah
1If Jennifer Aniston is Dating Adrien Brody Like It’s Being Rumored, I’m Going to Have to End Her Career
I haven’t thought of just how yet, but this bitch will be done. Ruination by cheap, imitation flat iron or even an embarrassing eHarmony exposé. Something. Something, we’ll see. It’s on.
I know that I kind of explode a little bit when I find out that my very own Brody is rumored to be dating anyone, but for him to be dating my Hollywood nemesis, the object of all my celebrity-related snarky mocking? It’s not the type of news that I wanted to wake up to – in fact, this makes for a really fucking bad Tuesday morning.
According to Showbiz Spy, Brody and Aniston were caught getting cozy with one another – probably at a launch of another stupid, sparkly Jennifer Aniston-themed perfume that fucking no one’s gonna wear, because who the hell wants to smell like desperation and salty unshed tears anyway? – but that’s aside from the point:
“Jen and Adrien were flirting with each other outrageously — you could totally tell that they’re an item. At one point, Adrien was leading Jen away in hand. She was rubbing her hands down his back and gazing into his eyes like she was totally smitten. Jen is definitely very taken by Adrien, who has been a close acquaintance of hers for a long time. He’s a charming, intelligent guy who has no pretensions about him whatsoever, so Jen always feels at ease in his company. And besides the fact he isn’t insecure about her success, she loves the dangerous, edgy side to him. He exudes this rugged sex appeal that Jen gravitates towards. But she needs to be careful.”
First of all, Jen gives that ‘smitten’ look to any male that makes eye contact with her. I heard her mailman had to be reassigned to a different route because she creeped him out so bad. And that was a mailman. Come on, Adrien! Like, it’s actually pretty simple. If you’re not going to cave, meet my incessant demands and contacts to your agent to start sharing my bed (even for a few minutes, I promise thatsallineed) stat, then at least pick a cool chick to bone. Because Jennifer Aniston, man. That’s just embarrassing for you, and frankly, I don’t know how much more disappointment I can take today.
January 4, 2011 at 6:30 am by Sarah
Oh, Adrien Brody, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Apparently, my boyfriend has so much all-encompassing ambition that he’s got a back-up plan in case Hollywood ever gives him the big steel boot: performing as a magician, The Amazing Adrien, at children’s birthday parties.
According to a recent interview, Brody states:
“I was the Amazing Adrien. I would do younger children’s birthday parties. The one trick I could do almost anywhere was to break a pencil with a dollar. It was destructive, and also cool. Magic was my first foray into acting. There’s improvisation and you have to reel people in — it’s a good stepping stone and handy to have as a back-up!”
What’s amazing and magical is the way this total stranger has me so besotted. I hope your acting career heads south, Adrien, and then you can head south and do magic tricks at my party. I promise there’ll be a lot of ego-stroking by way of referring to you as the “Amazing Adrien,” and we’ll see if there’s any tricks that involve things disappearing into a box. That one’s my favorite.
August 5, 2010 at 6:37 am by Sarah
Remember when Brad Pitt starred in Legends of the Fall? God, that was a great movie. Definitely one of my all-time favorites. He was so stinking hot, with his sun-kissed skin, his bleached-out hair, and his flashing blue eyes. I was totally, totally in love. I even had the movie posters in my bedroom, back when it was appropriate to still hang posters in my bedroom. I think if I hung huge photos in my bedroom these days, I might get some pretty strange looks, but I wouldn’t care. I’d have a life-sized cut out of Adrien Brody, like, stapled to my ceiling, and we’d have long, in-depth conversations every night. You know, if I were eleven again.
Anyway. It’s apparent that Angelina has, indeed, sucked up the majority of Pitt’s lifeblood, because yes, while he looks much better without the pube farm he had growing on his face for awhile, he still doesn’t look amazing. And I’m not saying that because he’s gotten older — he just doesn’t look well. Still hot, still totally bankable, but there’s something different there, and I think I know what it is: look very, very closely underneath Brad’s exposed dimple … I think I see vampire fang scars. Lifeblood. Angelina. Succubus.