As we all remember, Ryan Gosling was on Mickey Mouse Club back in the day with the likes of Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera and Justin Timberlake, and of course there was a lot of free time between singing cheesy songs and drinking milkshakes in a ’50s-themed diner set or whatever the hell they did (I can’t remember much about it as I was more of a Kids Incorporated fan). How did they entertain themselves? By playing spin the bottle, of course!
‘Britney was a sweetheart. She lived right above me, the girl next door. The little girl I used to play basketball and spin the bottle with,’ said the 32-year-old.
Sadly, the Drive star, who dates Eva Mendes, says he and Spears are like strangers in the night these days.
Asked if they still hang out now JT is out the way, Ryan said: ‘Not really. I mean, sometimes you are at the same event, but it’s a lot like I imagine what it’s like to run into someone from elementary school.’
I love the idea of a baby Britney and Ryan getting their kiss on as pre-teens. And if Brit’s later cheating is anything to go by, maybe this was happening behind Justin’s back! Oh, snaaaaap! #90sgossip
Anyway, news must’ve been slow for this to even be brought up since it was decades ago (how old do you feel thinking about that?), but it’s clear now that Ryan Gosling was a little Lothario even before puberty.
Ryan Cabrera, a once almost relevant musician, got an actual, real, no seriously, real tattoo of Ryan Gosling right on his damn stupid leg. When we last heard anything about Mr. Cabrera it was way back in 2007. So well played, Cabrera. Well played.
“We play a little game called Tattoo Roulette,” he recently told SiriusXM radio. “He chooses one thing off the wall for me and I choose one thing off the wall for him and you can’t see it till after it’s done … then you unveil them at the same time…it’s a great game.”
And the Gosling piece isn’t the only one he got playing the game — Ryan says he also has a unicorn and a Care Bear.
Do you love Easter, scavenger hunts and Ryan Gosling but previously thought there was no way to combine the three? How wrong you are! Yesterday was not only Easter, it was the second annual Gosling Easter, launched by advertising copywriter Jenna Livingston. With hints being given out on the @goslingeaster Twitter account, fans were encouraged to go searching for hidden eggs containing a Gosling-themed treat inside in big cities around the world.
Once upon a time, Rachel McAdams and Ryan Gosling did a little movie called The Notebook together and won the hearts of romantics everywhere as they fell in love on screen… and off! Alas, their love was not to be long term, which is a shame because they make a damn good looking couple and Eva Mendes is kinda weird, but that’s besides the point. Rachel and Ryan have remained friends since their split, and now that Rachel has broken up with Michael Sheen, she’s apparently got Ryan back on her speed dial and has been hitting him up at all hours, much to Eva’s chagrin.
“Rachel’s always kept in touch with Ryan, but now that she’s split with Michael, she’s been calling him and using him as a shoulder to cry on.
“It hasn’t gone down very well with Eva, to say the least, but Ryan wants to be there as a friend for his ex.”
I mean, I get it, I guess – if my partner’s ex was calling non-stop, I’d have to say something – or a few choice somethings – to bring an end to it. On the other hand, these are celebrities so I can throw my morality out the window when I say: Rachel + Ryan 4 Ever! Bring back Rychel!
I feel like a traitor to all human beings when I say that Ryan Gosling doesn’t do much for me. I know that makes sense since I’m like a young Ellen DeGeneres without the short haircut and all the money, but I feel like anyone with a pulse can see Ryan’s draw. Is he handsome? Sure. Is he a total sweetie? Seems to be. I just can’t seem to muster the enthusiasm for him that so many people (okay, mostly all women) do. In any case, if you’re in the group of people who’s gaga for Gosling, this is going to hit hard: he’s taking a break from acting.
Rather than exude preternatural cool, in a recent interview Gosling spoke more with the uncertain, self-critical grasping of a still-developing actor trying to find his foothold in an illusory profession. Soon to direct his first film, he’s looking forward to taking a step back just when moviegoers can’t get enough.
“I’ve been doing it too much,” he says of acting. “I’ve lost perspective on what I’m doing. I think it’s good for me to take a break and reassess why I’m doing it and how I’m doing it. And I think this is probably a good way to learn about that. I need a break from myself as much as I imagine the audience does.”
It’s pretty kewl that despite his success, he still maintains the ability to be self-critical and do a little navel gazing every once in a while. Hollywood makes me feel jaded and I’m on the outskirts of it. Imagine what it’s like for someone who actually matters. Anyway, don’t worry, he’s not gone yet – there’s always The Place Beyond the Pines!
If there’s anything I love more than watching all the new movies, it is watching trailers for the movies that hasn’t come out yet. The only downside is that nowadays Hollywood advertises films that are still currently in the making, and wouldn’t be released for at least another ten months or so, and if there’s something I dislike more than waiting to see a movie, it is waiting to see a good movie.
“The Place Beyond the Pines” looks promising – it is character driven, it features our beloved (shirtless!) Ryan Gosling, his beloved Eva Mendes, and my beloved Bradley Cooper, of whom I think ever more highly with every new dramatic role he takes on, and it seems to be about action-spiked moral dilemmas. Plus, a very cute little baby:
And speaking of babies, just another (rather personal) thing – I haven’t been feeling that awesome lately, and after numerous visits to the doctor in the past few days it became clear that I won’t be having a baby this year after all. I am only sharing this because after my booming first post here at Evil Beet, I was receiving congratulatory e-mails from you guys, and although they are very sweet and touching, it is just too much for me. Also, I want to get it out of the way and avoid future awkwardness. So I thank you all and I promise to think lots and lots of positive thoughts. Meanwhile, please take a minute to meet my Shelby. She is a special kind of fluffycat.
Where’s Eva, though? She in the back stuffing her face with convenience store pizza? F-ck no. No, I’ll grudgingly show you where she’s at:
Grr. There she is. She’s waiting outside with the dog, George, who is also inseparable from Eva, like his silly, deluded owner.
Last. Those motherf-cking pants. Third time in a damn month, and while it would be OK if the pants were actually nice, they’re not. They look like something my five-year-old wears, and while they’re totally cute and adorable on her, they’re not cute or adorable on Eva. Granted, yes, I’m bitter as all get-out when it comes to pretty much anything Eva Mendes does (except for that face … she does have one gorgeous face), but those pants would be poor fashion in motion on anyone short of Betty White.
But yep. Here they are. Together. Drinking Cokes. The third Coke is for Ryan’s personal assistant (not pictured), and not George. Thought you should probably know that.