Anne Hathaway injured a stuntman on the set of new Batman movie ‘The Dark Knight Rises’. The 28-year-old actress – who stars as Selina Kyle/Catwoman in the Christopher Nolan-directed film – got a “bit carried away” while staging an on-set fight and hurt a man with the butt of a gun. A source said: “Anne got a bit carried away during a fight scene and mistakenly shoved the butt of a gun right into the actor’s eye socket. He came away with a massive black eye. Anne was mortified.”
As an apology, Anne sent the guy a silver pen that was engraved with the immortal words, “Remember no one packs a punch like Anne.”
June 7, 2011 at 2:30 pm by Emily
So here’s Anne Hathaway rocking some seriously nerdy glasses. But what I want to is when nerdy became the new cool and when cool became last year’s it-thing. Because I seriously had these exact same glasses in sixth grade I think, and even though I thought they were cutting-edge, funky, and cool, a lot of kids didn’t share the same sentiment. The glasses were known as ‘nerdy’ and ‘geeky.’ Needless to say, I rocked those glasses hard, and didn’t give a damn about the fact that some of my peers thought my fashion sense was a little whack (it always was, and it still is to this day).
Do you like the specs, or is Anne still trying too hard?
April 11, 2011 at 3:30 pm by Sarah
I’ve always had mixed feelings about Anne Hathaway. Like, if she up and decided to stop doing movies altogether, I might not even notice. That’s not to say that she’s a bad actress – it’s just that I don’t think Anne Hathaway even really knows who Anne Hathaway is. The most I know about Anne Hathaway is that she’s pretty good-looking, she dated some fucking weirdo embezzler loser and had a pretty public breakup, and interviews with a put-on old Hollywood bravado that just sort of makes me furrow my brow (and that? I actually hate – shit’s going to give me some mad wrinkles down the road).
So Anne, though your acting is just alright in my opinion, and your looks aren’t bad, I guess my general feeling about you is confusion, and I don’t like the way that makes my face look.
March 28, 2011 at 10:30 am by Sarah
James Franco posted this 19-second clip of him and Anne Hathaway reenacting the famous “You’re The One That I Want” carnival scene from Grease to his Twitter yesterday. As we all know by now, the two are hosting the Oscars together Sunday night, so I can only assume that this is a behind-the-scenes preview of what will be a pretty epic remake. I’m hoping that it’s part of some huge montage that runs through a variety of everybody’s favorite movie couples, but since I’m already going to get 3+ hours of James Franco on television that night, I’m not going to be greedy.
Are you tuning in to the Oscars on Sunday night? For the films, the Franco or the (unintentional) funny?
February 24, 2011 at 6:30 am by Molls
Anne Hathaway‘s stylist must be in rehab or something because no trained professional would have ever let their client leave the house in this get up. The silky polka-dotted and embellished pants paired with the cropped sweater and the absolutely fucking ridiculous neckpiece she has on is just too too much. Any one of those pieces paired with more simple garments would have been fine, but together? She looks like a blind woman who just got a new bag of donation clothing and couldn’t wait to wear them all out at once.
And I’m not even going to get into what I think about her Mom On Vacation Sandals (MOVS)…
What do you think? Is this outfit a mess or am I missing the point?
January 31, 2011 at 2:00 pm by Molls
As you can see in that darling video, a bunch of kids were just going about their business, having their school’s Christmas concert, when Bruce Cohen, a producer of the Academy Awards, came in to warm them up before Anne Hathaway made her beautiful appearance to let them know that if it was cool with them, they were going to just go on out to L.A. in February to do a little performance at the Oscars.
You guys, this is the perfect example of a Christmas miracle. And you can have a Hanukkah miracle or a Kwanzaa miracle or a late December miracle, it’s all great, but come on now. You look at those precious kids absolutely flipping their shit and you tell me that that doesn’t warm the cockles of your snarky hearts for this, the holiday season. Molls and I both teared up, so it’s cool. Just let it out.