Catherine Zeta-Jones and Michael Douglas have been married for 12 years, but there may well be trouble in paradise according to The National Enquirer, who claims they’ve been having a “hush hush trial separation”.
The Daily Mail has the rundown:
The Enquirer alleges that the marriage ‘buckled under the pressure of dealing with Michael’s cancer battle, his son Cameron’s incarceration on drugs charges and Catherine’s struggle with bipolar II disorder.’
The publication even claims that 68-year-old Michael ‘moved out’ of the home he shared with the 43-year-old actress and children Dylan, 12, and nine-year-old Carys, moving into a nearby rental property.
‘Michael said something to the effect that he and Catherine were taking a “time out”, and he was looking forward to having an entire house as his personal man cave,’ a source said.
According to the Enquirer, cracks began to publicly appear when Catherine was a ‘no show’ at a special screening of her father-in-law Kirk Douglas’s film Spartacus last year.
‘Michael made some lame excuse, but when she skipped the family dinner, it was obvious that something was not right,’ a source said. ‘I think he felt completely betrayed that Catherine didn’t show up.
Don’t you love when “a source” offers up so much valuable information for us all to see? How sweet of them. Of course, reps for CZJ and Michael Douglas have completed debunked this story and insisted that it’s not true, which it probably isn’t. The pair have been through a hell of a lot together between Michael’s cancer battle, CZJ’s struggle with depression and God knows what else. I think they’ll be just fine.
February 22, 2013 at 10:30 am by Jennifer
She looks even better than the last time we said that Catherine Zeta-Jones was looking good, because the last time we said Catherine Zeta-Jones was looking good, she was looking like this:
And even before that, she wasn’t looking all that good (sorry, but the truth hurts sometimes), and she was looking like this:
But anyway, hey. Catherine Zeta-Jones is looking better than ever (literally), and I’m going to credit it all to a little weight gain, some happiness, and a dash of self-confidence that she’s doing so many movies lately. CZJ is probably one of my favorite Hollywood ladies, and even though she’s not doing awesome movies like ‘The Haunted’ anymore, doesn’t make her any less important and lovely in my book.
Get it, girl!
January 11, 2013 at 10:30 am by Sarah
So we’ve been “hard” on Catherine Zeta-Jones lately, speculating on whether or not she’s feeling physically ill, because let’s be honest—girlfriend, to date, has not been looking all that healthy. Yeah, she’s admitted in the past to suffering from bipolar disorder, and while she claims it’s under control and medicated, she’s just not looking all that happy.
These pictures, however? On the set of one of her new films, ‘Red 2‘? She looks pretty great. The bangs work on her in a way that they could never work on Jessica Biel (oh, my bad), her smile looks genuine, and you can tell that she really enjoys her work—as she should, because she really is quite an actress. It’s good to see girlfriend in her element.
The only other thing I have to say, really, is that she looks really, really great for her fifty-three years. And yeah, I know—she claims she’s forty-three. But you and I know better, now, don’t we?
October 12, 2012 at 12:30 pm by Sarah
Because she’s not looking all that good, guys. Last I checked, it was her husband who had a debilitating illness that tore through and ravaged his body, and not her. She looks sick. She’s looking like hell. It’s looking like the years of dealing with her husband’s illness, coupled with her own mental illness, has really, really taken its toll on her. Granted, she’s still a beautiful woman, but guys … she’s only just forty-three years old (forty-three years old as of just yesterday, so happy birthday, girl). And she looks at least ten years older than that, if not maybe even a little bit more.
Dunno, guys. I’m seriously saying this with love—I’m concerned about Catherine, here, because she’s just not looking well. I think maybe girlfriend needs a long, relaxing vacation, guys. Real bad. And fast.
September 26, 2012 at 12:30 pm by Sarah
4Catherine Zeta-Jones Doesn’t Talk About Her Bipolar Diagnosis in New Interview, But She Does Make Me Talk About Music
… And I only say that because she made it a point that she wouldn’t talk about her bipolar diagnosis in her latest interview. From IO Donna, the timeless, always-lovely Catherine Zeta-Jones on bipolar disorder in general:
“I will not speak of my diagnosis. In general, however, I would say that those who suffer from bipolar depression should not feel alone. There are millions of people in the same situation… We must talk about it, see a specialist and not withdraw into ourselves, because this is the worst thing. Here, in the sufferer let me say this: know that you are not alone and that you are not the only one to have some terrible moments.”
And CZJ on being an A-lister in the eighties:
“I had a great head of hair and wore eye-catching make-up. They were good times. I worked and I followed the music scene in Los Angeles from afar. I lived between Wales and London, England, and I loved a different kind of music, the new romantic.”
… Wait. She liked a “different kind of music, the new romantic,” or she liked “a different kind of music, the New Romantics”? Because there’s a big, big difference, and if girlfriend was into this:
Oh, wait, no. Sorry. My bad. That’s the New Radicals. Because if she was into them, then we have some serious sit-down time we need to tend to. If she means the actual “New Romanticism” movement, then dear Lord, I am so on board with this woman that it’s not even funny. Sign me up for the David Bowie love, the Duran Duran love, the Culture Club love … I could really go on and on. (OK, I will! The Human League, Flock of Seagulls, Depeche Mode, Soft Cell …) F-ck. Can we just go on about this? No? OK. I’ll just leave this right here with you for a second and be back for it after the rest of Catherine’s interview:
Catherine on stage versus on set:
“Yes, you miss the applause of the audience. But [in] Rock of Ages I liked dancing with other dancers, it was like being at home, we spent hours and hours rehearsing. In a musical you work much more intensively than in a drama, but for me it is so rewarding. It makes me happy.”
So. Let’s get back to this music business. Doesn’t Catherine have some of the best musical taste ever? Come on.
May 29, 2012 at 3:30 pm by Sarah
Because it was a pretty close one, wasn’t it? During those horrible chemo treatments, he looked like any day would be his last, but he pulled through and just recently celebrated a year of cancer-free-ness.
This story hits especially close to my heart, because ten years ago, my mom was diagnosed with an inoperable, incurable brain tumor that gave her blinding headaches and fainting spells. No joke. The doctors told her that she’d probably only live another few months, and that was with intensive chemotherapy (which was administered at home, because she was entirely too weak to be driving – or riding – across town) to sit in a hospital for hours at a time, hooked up to a sterile, loveless machine) composed of both the injectable version and pill-by-mouth versions. The first few weeks were nothing but a waiting game, because the drugs didn’t seem to be doing anything but making her sicker and weaker and prompting us to actually start making phone calls about funeral homes and opening the family vault and “Where is the memorial dinner going to be” and “We’re going to have to go shopping for her after all of this, because nothing but NOTHING is going to fit this poor lady.”
A few weeks later, and pounds lighter, my mom came home from one of her doctor’s appointments full of hope. Well, no, that’s not entirely true. She was actually full of hope from the get-go almost, but this particular day was over the top even for her. She claimed that the doctor was going to try an invasive procedure called Gliadel Wafer Therapy, wherein a microchip-like thing would be inserted into the back of her head and would shoot constant, timed, small doses of the chemo drug in addition to what she was already taking. Needless to say, three weeks later the tumor had shrunk to the size of a pea (it was, at its largest, the size of a standard doorknob), and three weeks after that it was gone entirely.
So my mom’s been in remission for ten years, now, and there’s no sign that the tumor is coming back, but hey. Every day’s really a blessing and though you never really know when you’re going to go, it’s important to know what kind of legacy you’re leaving behind, and I think Michael gets that, too.
And that’s why I’m glad that Michael Douglas did, indeed, rip the head off of that shitty-assed tumor that overtook his throat. He’s a solid dude with a family and wife who’re immensely important to him. Now if we could get him to stop smoking entirely – if he hasn’t already – we’ll be in some even better business.