So, to recap, Anna Paquin plays a teenager (which is so crazy; this woman is going to be thirty and she still shows no signs of aging) who accidentally helps cause a bus accident that kills a pedestrian. Mark Ruffalo is the equally-young-looking bus driver who has a family to support, Matt Damon (who looks about twelve in this flick – when the hell was this actually filmed, 1999?) is a teacher who hooks up with Anna’s character, and Ferris Bueller makes a cameo appearance where he reads poetry a la ‘Margaret.’
If you can get past the inappropriate-because-a-woman-is-dead coming-of-age music halfway through the trailer and put yourself in the place of the characters instead of watching it through a third party’s eyes, this movie could be really interesting. Not, you know, interesting enough to see in a theater, but interesting enough to stick in your Netflix queue after you’ve had two glasses of wine and you’re through watching the second season of Dexter or whatever.
I’ve never been one of Those People who think that Matt Damon is the most amazing/adorable/beautiful person. Like, I’ve never even seen Good Will Hunting, that’s how indifferent I am. Or I suppose, how indifferent I was. I mean, I haven’t seen that film in the two seconds since I typed that last statement, but this past year, I’ve been developing a solid appreciation for Matt and all he does, and all this little interview of him at the Save Our Schools March does is make me appreciate him so much more.
“I never thought I would get to kiss Michael Douglas. I kind of think of it in algebra terms, back to my high-school days. It’s like the transitive property – by kissing Michael Douglas, I am making out with Catherine.”
In case you didn’t know, Matt Damon is referring to the upcoming Liberace biopic in which Michael Douglas plays that well-loved pianist. Matt, if you couldn’t piece it together, plays Liberace’s boyfriend. Can you even wait for this movie?
The ICG Publicist Awards were last night, and I don’t know what that’s all about, but it’s an award show, and Matt Damon wore his pajamas. He showed up to this legit award show (I included a picture of Arnold Schwarzenegger in his suit for comparison) in a flannel robe and pants, slippers, disheveled hair, and the greatest “I just don’t give a fuck” look I’ve ever seen. Seriously, Matt Damon walked the carpet, took some pictures, and presented an award in his fucking pajamas, and I just think that’s the greatest thing.
Let’s dedicate the next week to living like Matt Damon, ok? Can we make that pledge? I’ll start by wearing the pajamas I’m in right now through the end of the month and writing an Academy Award-winning screenplay, you guys can follow your own hearts.
“I think a large part of that space is occupied by pretenders, which is not to say there aren’t people out there who are genuinely touched in some way …
Had I found a good one I would have. What I was worried about was that it was just going to take me down this rabbit hole of charlatans.
Have you guys ever been to a psychic? The only one I’ve gone to was down in New Orleans, but I went to the same guy three times in a five-year period. Without having anything or anyone to compare him to, this guy was good. He knew, somehow, things about me that even some of my closest friends didn’t. He told me a very specific chain of events that would occur, and on each and every big milestone that I’ve experienced since I made the pilgrimage to visit him, he was right. For real, guys. Like Matt Damon, I’m pretty skeptical about anyone who claims to read cards and have gold teeth (which is probably the reason for my general disgust at and mistrust of Ke$ha), but this guy was spot on.
Have you guys ever had any eerie predictions or stories told to you by fortune tellers or psychics?
On Wednesday, Luciana gave birth to the latest Damon spawn, a healthy little girl they named Stella Zavala (that’s cute, isn’t it? I mean, I can never hear the name Stella without imagining it screamed by a wasted Marlon Brando, but it’s still a nice name). On top of the birth of this brand new baby, Matt’s movie, Hereafter, was released in theatres on Friday and brought in a pretty solid $12 million.
I think it must be amazing to be Matt Damon. And yeah, it would probably be awesome to be virtually any rich person, but Matt just seems like a fun, classy rich person who also happens to be married to a rather attractive person. Plus, wouldn’t it be fun to be able to call Ben Affleck up every once in a while and be like “hey Ben, remember Gigli? What the fuck was that?”
I still haven’t gotten over the fact that the woman Matt Damon keeps impregnating is not me, but whatever. I have to deliver this news to you. It’s my job.
Matt Damon and his wife Luciana Barrosa are expecting their third daughter. The couple already has Isabella (age 4) and Gia (age 2), as well as Luciana’s 11-year old daughter from a previous relationship. The couple are supposedly “thrilled.”
The news that his wifey is preggo may be one of the reasons that Matt won’t be appearing in the next Bourne flick, or, you know, maybe there’s someone in this town who knows how to throw in the towel when it’s appropriate (I’M TALKING TO YOU, DEPP.)