It’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for!
Jessica Biel is now contractually obligated to get naked on camera.
SHE’S been shy about bearing her bod every since her racy Gear magazine spread hit stands in 2000, but Jessica Biel plans to shed her threads in the upcoming movie “Powder Blue,” which co-stars Forest Whitaker. Us Weekly reports that she’ll play a “stripper trying to earn money to raise her terminally ill son,” and audiences will get an eyeful. Biel “signed a contract that explicitly details the bare minimum fans will see – including shots of her breasts and butt,” a source dished to the glossy.
You know what this means, don’t you? It means you may actually see a movie with Jessica Biel in it! Nah, who am I kidding? The screen shots’ll be on the web before the film even comes out.
Hurry up! Grab one to sit on!
It was just earlier this summer that (married) magician Criss Angel was proclaiming his undying love for Cameron Diaz. But that’s all over now — Cameron’s already being linked to Jessica Simpon’s ex John Mayer — and Criss Angel has moved on to none other than Britney Spears.
The two were caught by cameras at 4 a.m. last night in the Tower Beverly Hills Hotel. They were later spotted holding hands and taking an elevator up to an 11th floor suite. I have a feeling there was lots of “freak,” not so much “mind.”
Britney Spears’ former assistant, Shannon Funk, arrived at Long Beach airport last night. Shannon, who Kevin Federline recently added to his top friends on Subpoenaster, has been accused of selling stories about Brit to OK! magazine. The magazine’s expected to run a tell-all selling out the ex-assistant this week, because with Lindsay in rehab and Paris behaving herself, no one has anything else to write about.
Anyway, I just think it’s funny how Britney’s double chin seems to be catching. They’re the Double-Chin Twins!
I bet that’s the face she makes in bed when she’s spanking Nick.
Vanessa showed up at Kohl’s Department Store in Jersey City to sign autographs and pimp her cosmetics line, Flirt, again.
To quote my roommate on this one: “Ew.”
John Mayer was seen on a date with Cameron Diaz in NYC on Tuesday night. “They went out to several places…It was the two of them, getting to know each other, out on the town,” says a source.
Diaz is in New York filming the romantic comedy What Happens in Vegas, and John Mayer is in New York being lecherous.
According to friends, the two already knew each other: “This was technically not their first time hanging out…they’ve hung out together with friends before. But this was the first time together like this. It’s new and developing…but they really like each other and it went well,”
I wonder what Jessica Simpson has to say about all this … she’s been laying pretty low lately. Come out and whine, Jess!!!
You guys, I hate to bring you news like this. Hell, I hate to bring me news like this. Jimmy Fallon clearly didn’t get the memo that he is my boyfriend, and went and got his ass engaged to some loser movie producer. Her name is — you know what? Fuck what her name is. I don’t care. It doesn’t matter and her arms are fat. I’m going to call her Fat-Arms. My boyfriend and Fat-Arms got engaged at Fat-Arms’ family home in New Hampshire. He gave her a fancy diamond ring that will probably get stuck on her fat fingers and she’ll have to stick them in a tub of butter to get the ring off when they get divorced because he realizes we were meant to be together. Then she’ll probably eat all the butter.
Fat-Arms met my boyfriend on the set of the Drew Barrymore film Fever Pitch, because Fat-Arms owns Flower Films, the production company behind that particular cinematic opus, along with Drew Barrymore.
This is Jimmy’s first marriage because he was waiting for me until she brainwashed him. It’s also Fat-Arms’ first marriage, for reasons that should be by now obvious.
The Olsen Twins and their creepy Shining-style ads are out, Teri Hatcher is in!
Hatcher is this season’s new face of Badgley Mischka.
“She’s a beautiful, smart woman, and I think our customer can relate to her,” said Mark Badgley.
Really? Does anyone even watch Desperate Housewives anymore? I couldn’t care less about Teri Hatcher, and I certainly don’t relate to her.