footage from a doco made a couple of years ago about some young film makers search for John Hughes has turned up and apparently been snapped up by a distributor. Looks as though it could be a fun watch. Lots of cameos, but sadly apparently no Molly!
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
crazy wacky funster
Well who knew that Taylor Swift was such a crazy wacky funster. Dressing up and surprising Keith Urban during a duet of 'Kiss a Girl'.
By the way J, how tall is Keith, he looks like a dwarf in this!
By the way J, how tall is Keith, he looks like a dwarf in this!
beautiful girls
Right at this minute I am watching a film called SHAG. Seriously, that is what it is called. Released in 1989, much of it filmed in Wilmington, North Carolina. The title refers to a dance move , and the film is set in 1963. It stars Phoebe Cates
Bridget Fonda, and Annabeth Gish. so far, pretty cute! Will let you know how it goes!
It reminded me of another film starring Annabeth Gish called BEAUTIFUL GIRLS. It also starred Timothy Hutton, Matt Dillon, Uma Thurman, Mira Sorvino, Lauren Holly, Natalie Portman, Martha Plimpton, Michael Rapaport and Rosie O'Donnell. It was released in 1996 and a 14 year old Natalie Portman absolutely stole the movie. She was divine. The soundtrack was extremely cool and I remember really enjoying the film at the time. I think another viewing is required!
Bridget Fonda, and Annabeth Gish. so far, pretty cute! Will let you know how it goes!
It reminded me of another film starring Annabeth Gish called BEAUTIFUL GIRLS. It also starred Timothy Hutton, Matt Dillon, Uma Thurman, Mira Sorvino, Lauren Holly, Natalie Portman, Martha Plimpton, Michael Rapaport and Rosie O'Donnell. It was released in 1996 and a 14 year old Natalie Portman absolutely stole the movie. She was divine. The soundtrack was extremely cool and I remember really enjoying the film at the time. I think another viewing is required!
baby V
This is a little bit mean, but a little bit funny also! At the Teen Choice awards the other night, Dane Cook , yes I'm hearing you, he is a bit of a nobody, but anyway, he is presenting and hollers to Baby V, who is all waving and excited and then, well you just watch It does go a little bit wrong! By the way, this never aired during the telecast!
Loving the Coop!
I am so loving the Coop and his non committal dating ways. Although it would appear that the Zellwegger may have captured his interest as they have been spotted in Spain together! The Coop jetted off just after a cosy dinner with Rachel Mcadams. Intriguing!
oh Julia
I just read an interview with Julia Roberts who explained to me that she absolutely adores Johnny Depp, known him for ages and would love to do movie with him, all fair enough, wish it was me! The bit that got me, she thinks they look alike and should play a brother and sister in a movie someday? Is anyone else seeing this, 'cos I'm not! (this post is really just a good excuse for a johnny photo)
Edward
He may have a crap tan but I'm quite liking this shot. At least in Black and white you can pretend he has a lovely golden tan. Thanks G.Q.
Monday, August 10, 2009
PREDICTION
I have a bold prediction for you....
While at the video store today a DVD caught my eye as I was leaving - your typical High School rom-com, which is always going to get my attention, but this one specifically held my attention as it starred Jenna Dewan (yes, the wife of the Chan). For this reason alone I decided to get it and give it a viewing.
Keep your eye on JOSH HENDERSON!!
Who? I hear you ask.
Who? I hear you ask.
This is Josh Henderson
'The Jerk Theory' is fairly formulatic and not that great as far as the genre goes but Jenna is very watchable and it features some really catchy tunes.
The big surprise was the male lead. I found myself ignoring Jenna, and everyone else for that matter, to watch Mr Henderson. The last time I found myself fixating to that extent was the first time I watched High School Musical and knew I was watching a star in the making. I had a similar feeling about Josh Henderson. Big call, I know, and maybe it is only me but I thought it worth putting out there.
Josh has starred on 'April Fool's Day', 'Desperate Housewives' and '90210' and also shared the screen with Jenna in 'Step Up'.
Here is the trailer for 'The Jerk Theory' to give you a snippet of Josh in action.
So... I predict that we are going to be hearing a lot more of Josh Henderson in the future.
(Oh, and by the way he sings all the songs in this movie. You've got to love a man who sings!)It's Complicated
Well, it is complicated. I am wondering if I am showing my age because I think this trailer looks like fun. Clearly, any Meryl Streep film is generally worth watching and nancy Meyers is a Hollywood formula genius, but it would appear that it is definitely aimed at an older audience. Hmmmmm, I had better go and watch 17 AGAIN, I think!
She's Done It Again
Once again Kristen Bell shows what a stylish lady she is.
There aren't many people who can get away with a harem style pant suit but Kristen pulls it off with aplomb. Not only does she look fabulous but the outfit is from Top Shop - stylish and reasonably priced - win/win.
In Case You Were Wondering...
After Zac and Baby V. graced the Teen Choice Awards they hopped a plane and headed back to Vancouvour, where Vanessa gets to spend a little quality time with her main squeeze while he films 'Charlie StCloud'.
Great to see V. chuck on a tracky for the flight.
teen choice awards
so pretty!
frock Kristen??? looks a little dangerous!
shoes Ed, or should I say socks????
frock Kristen??? looks a little dangerous!
shoes Ed, or should I say socks????
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Worth The Wait
FINALLY!! The official trailer for Zac's movie 'Me And Orson Welles' is out. Still no release day but at least we're one step closer.
a tribute to john hughes
I was babysitting for my mom's friend Kathleen's daughter the night I wrote that first fan letter to John Hughes. I can literally remember the yellow grid paper, the blue ball point pen and sitting alone in the dim light in the living room, the baby having gone to bed.
I poured my heart out to John, told him about how much the movie mattered to me, how it made me feel like he got what it was like to be a teenager and to feel misunderstood.
(I felt misunderstood.)
I sent the letter and a month or so later I received a package in the mail with a form letter welcoming me as an "official" member of The Breakfast Club, my reward a strip of stickers with the cast in the now famous pose.
I was irate.
I wrote back to John, explaining in no uncertain terms that, excuse me, I just poured my fucking heart out to you and YOU SENT ME A FORM LETTER.
That was just not going to fly.
He wrote back.
"This is not a form letter. The other one was. Sorry. Lots of requests. You know what I mean. I did sign it."
He wrote back and told me that he was sorry, that he liked my letter and that it meant a great deal to him. He loved knowing that his words and images resonated with me and people my age. He told me he would say hi to everyone on my behalf.
"No, I really will. Judd will be pleased you think he's sexy. I don't."
I asked him if he would be my pen pal.
He said yes.
"I'd be honored to be your pen pal. You must understand at times I won't be able to get back to you as quickly as I might want to. If you'll agree to be patient, I'll be your pen pal."
For two years (1985-1987), John Hughes and I wrote letters back and forth. He told me - in long hand black felt tip pen on yellow legal paper - about life on a film set and about his family. I told him about boys, my relationship with my parents and things that happened to me in school. He laughed at my teenage slang and shared the 129 question Breakfast Club trivia test I wrote (with the help of my sister) with the cast, Ned Tanen (the film's producer) and DeDe Allen (the editor). He cheered me on when I found a way around the school administration's refusal to publish a "controversial" article I wrote for the school paper. And he consoled me when I complained that Mrs. Garstka didn't appreciate my writing.
"As for your English teacher…Do you like the way you write? Please yourself. I'm rather fond of writing. I actually regard it as fun. Do it frequently and see if you can't find the fun in it that I do."
He made me feel like what I said mattered.
"I can't tell you how much I like your comments about my movies. Nor can I tell you how helpful they are to me for future projects. I listen. Not to Hollywood. I listen to you. I make these movies for you. Really. No lie. There's a difference I think you understand."
"It's been a month of boring business stuff. Grown up, adult, big people meetings. Dull but necessary. But a letter from Alison always makes the mail a happening thing."
"I may be writing about young marriage. Or babies. Or Breakfast Club II or a woman's story. I have a million ideas and can't decide what's next. I guess I'll just have to dive into something. Maybe a play."
"You've already received more letters from me than any living relative of mine has received to date. Truly, hope all is well with you and high school isn't as painful as I portray it. Believe in yourself. Think about the future once a day and keep doing what you're doing. Because I'm impressed. My regards to the family. Don't let a day pass without a kind thought about them."
There were a few months in 1987 when I didn't hear from John. I missed his letters and the strength and power and confidence they gave me and so I sent a letter to Ned Tanen who, by that time, was the President of Paramount Pictures (he died earlier this year). In my letter I asked Mr. Tanen if he knew what was up with John, why he hadn't been writing and if he could perhaps give him a poke on my behalf.
He did.
I came home from school soon after to find an enormous box on my front porch filled with t-shirts and tapes and posters and scripts and my very own Ferris Bueller's Day Off watch.
And a note.
"I missed you too. Don't get me in trouble with my boss any more. Sincerely, John Hughes."
Fast forward.
1997. I was working in North Carolina on a diversity education project that partnered with colleges and universities around the country to implement a curriculum that used video production as an experiential education tool. On a whim, I sent John a video about the work we were doing. I was proud of it and, all these years later, I wanted him to be proud too.
Late one night I was in the office, scheduled to do an interview with a job candidate. Ten minutes or so into the call it was clear that he wasn't the right guy, but I planned to suffer through.
Then the phone rang.
1…2…3…4…a scream came from the other room and 1…2…3…my boss Tony was standing in my doorway yelling, "John Hughes is on the phone!!"
I politely got off the phone with the job candidate who was no longer a candidate and
Hit. Line. Two.
"Hi, John."
"Hi, Alison."
We talked for an hour. It was the most wonderful phone call. It was the saddest phone call. It was a phone call I will never forget.
John told me about why he left Hollywood just a few years earlier. He was terrified of the impact it was having on his sons; he was scared it was going to cause them to lose perspective on what was important and what happiness meant. And he told me a sad story about how, a big reason behind his decision to give it all up was that "they" (Hollywood) had "killed" his friend, John Candy, by greedily working him too hard.
He also told me he was glad I had gotten in touch and that he was proud of me for what I was doing with my life. He told me, again, how important my letters had been to him all those years ago, how he often used the argument "I'm doing this for Alison" to justify decisions in meetings.
Tonight, when I heard the news that John had died, I cried. I cried hard. (And I'm crying again.) I cried for a man who loved his friends, who loved his family, who loved to write and for a man who took the time to make a little girl believe that, if she had something to say, someone would listen.
Thank you, John Hughes. I love you for what you did to make me who I am.
Sincerely, Alison Byrne Fields.
I poured my heart out to John, told him about how much the movie mattered to me, how it made me feel like he got what it was like to be a teenager and to feel misunderstood.
(I felt misunderstood.)
I sent the letter and a month or so later I received a package in the mail with a form letter welcoming me as an "official" member of The Breakfast Club, my reward a strip of stickers with the cast in the now famous pose.
I was irate.
I wrote back to John, explaining in no uncertain terms that, excuse me, I just poured my fucking heart out to you and YOU SENT ME A FORM LETTER.
That was just not going to fly.
He wrote back.
"This is not a form letter. The other one was. Sorry. Lots of requests. You know what I mean. I did sign it."
He wrote back and told me that he was sorry, that he liked my letter and that it meant a great deal to him. He loved knowing that his words and images resonated with me and people my age. He told me he would say hi to everyone on my behalf.
"No, I really will. Judd will be pleased you think he's sexy. I don't."
I asked him if he would be my pen pal.
He said yes.
"I'd be honored to be your pen pal. You must understand at times I won't be able to get back to you as quickly as I might want to. If you'll agree to be patient, I'll be your pen pal."
For two years (1985-1987), John Hughes and I wrote letters back and forth. He told me - in long hand black felt tip pen on yellow legal paper - about life on a film set and about his family. I told him about boys, my relationship with my parents and things that happened to me in school. He laughed at my teenage slang and shared the 129 question Breakfast Club trivia test I wrote (with the help of my sister) with the cast, Ned Tanen (the film's producer) and DeDe Allen (the editor). He cheered me on when I found a way around the school administration's refusal to publish a "controversial" article I wrote for the school paper. And he consoled me when I complained that Mrs. Garstka didn't appreciate my writing.
"As for your English teacher…Do you like the way you write? Please yourself. I'm rather fond of writing. I actually regard it as fun. Do it frequently and see if you can't find the fun in it that I do."
He made me feel like what I said mattered.
"I can't tell you how much I like your comments about my movies. Nor can I tell you how helpful they are to me for future projects. I listen. Not to Hollywood. I listen to you. I make these movies for you. Really. No lie. There's a difference I think you understand."
"It's been a month of boring business stuff. Grown up, adult, big people meetings. Dull but necessary. But a letter from Alison always makes the mail a happening thing."
"I may be writing about young marriage. Or babies. Or Breakfast Club II or a woman's story. I have a million ideas and can't decide what's next. I guess I'll just have to dive into something. Maybe a play."
"You've already received more letters from me than any living relative of mine has received to date. Truly, hope all is well with you and high school isn't as painful as I portray it. Believe in yourself. Think about the future once a day and keep doing what you're doing. Because I'm impressed. My regards to the family. Don't let a day pass without a kind thought about them."
There were a few months in 1987 when I didn't hear from John. I missed his letters and the strength and power and confidence they gave me and so I sent a letter to Ned Tanen who, by that time, was the President of Paramount Pictures (he died earlier this year). In my letter I asked Mr. Tanen if he knew what was up with John, why he hadn't been writing and if he could perhaps give him a poke on my behalf.
He did.
I came home from school soon after to find an enormous box on my front porch filled with t-shirts and tapes and posters and scripts and my very own Ferris Bueller's Day Off watch.
And a note.
"I missed you too. Don't get me in trouble with my boss any more. Sincerely, John Hughes."
Fast forward.
1997. I was working in North Carolina on a diversity education project that partnered with colleges and universities around the country to implement a curriculum that used video production as an experiential education tool. On a whim, I sent John a video about the work we were doing. I was proud of it and, all these years later, I wanted him to be proud too.
Late one night I was in the office, scheduled to do an interview with a job candidate. Ten minutes or so into the call it was clear that he wasn't the right guy, but I planned to suffer through.
Then the phone rang.
1…2…3…4…a scream came from the other room and 1…2…3…my boss Tony was standing in my doorway yelling, "John Hughes is on the phone!!"
I politely got off the phone with the job candidate who was no longer a candidate and
Hit. Line. Two.
"Hi, John."
"Hi, Alison."
We talked for an hour. It was the most wonderful phone call. It was the saddest phone call. It was a phone call I will never forget.
John told me about why he left Hollywood just a few years earlier. He was terrified of the impact it was having on his sons; he was scared it was going to cause them to lose perspective on what was important and what happiness meant. And he told me a sad story about how, a big reason behind his decision to give it all up was that "they" (Hollywood) had "killed" his friend, John Candy, by greedily working him too hard.
He also told me he was glad I had gotten in touch and that he was proud of me for what I was doing with my life. He told me, again, how important my letters had been to him all those years ago, how he often used the argument "I'm doing this for Alison" to justify decisions in meetings.
Tonight, when I heard the news that John had died, I cried. I cried hard. (And I'm crying again.) I cried for a man who loved his friends, who loved his family, who loved to write and for a man who took the time to make a little girl believe that, if she had something to say, someone would listen.
Thank you, John Hughes. I love you for what you did to make me who I am.
Sincerely, Alison Byrne Fields.
Friday, August 7, 2009
R.I.P.
Another little bit of the 80's has gone!
For those of us that grew up with movies such as 'Pretty In Pink', 'Ferris Beuller', The Breakfast Club', Sixteen Candles', and 'Some Kind Of Wonderful', the news of John Hughes death from a heart attack comes as a huge loss.
John Hughes, who created some of the most famous comedies of the 1980s and 1990s, was only 59. He not only directed but wrote dozens of films that became the backdrop of my teen years.
He was also responsible for dozens of other movies, the 'Home Alone' series, 'Maid In Manhattan', 'Flubber', 'Curly Sue', and so many more. His genius will be sorely missed.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
love all hewitt
My new friend, Jen (gosling lover), over at mishmash, posted this photo today and it made me laugh, so i thought i would share!
Have you ever seen anyhting more ridiculous!! Firstly, bikinis and tennis, not so much, tennis and wedgies and bikinis, absolutely insane!
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