According to The Sun, Angelina Jolie will be teaming up with Pierce Brosnan many times in her new movie for the sequel of Thomas Crown Affair, The Topkapi Affair.
Although Angie recently stated she wanted to quit the movie business, it seems that it won’t be happening any time soon. She signed the deal in Prague last week, and the film will shoot on location in Egypt and Russia next year.
I feel bad for those kids! The constant moving around is worse than being a military brat.
Listening to Icky Thump last night, I came to the perplexing realization that the White Stripes have now released six studio albums in eight years, been on the cover of Spin more times than there have been months since then, and more or less been the recipients of endless “bringing rock back to its roots” style praise that ordinarily would have myself, as well as every other defensive blogger type, on the verge of vomit. However, there appears to be one minor detail that continues to keep the name “Jack White” from inducing inevitable Bono / Chris Martin style eye rolling:
All six White Stripes albums are really, really good.
This fact continues to trouble me, not because I thrive on negativity or harbor any sort of desire to rip on Jack n’ Meg, but because no other artist - even ones that I’ll immediately name as my favorite bands - have released six straight excellent albums since I’ve been alive and been able to anticipate (re: be let down by) actual album releases. The Flaming Lips come close, with six solid albums from 1992 to 2006 (the 2006 one was eh), but 1) That took them 15 years, the White Stripes did it in a Robert Pollard-esque 8 years, and 2) That annoying 4-cd Zaireeka set came out in the middle of that stretch. I’ve enjoyed all three Strokes albums, both Franz Ferdinands, both Art Bruts, and both Interpols, but none of those bands are more than halfway to six, and all of them seem more than capable of clunking out a Maladroit or scoring a dance sequence in “Animated Penguin Jamboree” before they reach the mark. Even mighty Radiohead disappointed me with Hail to the Thief, an album which I thought I enjoyed at the time, but which has been collecting Sonic Youth dust on my shelf for more than a year.
How can this be possible? When did the White Stripes turn into frickin’ George Clooney, where pretty much anything they put out ends up being above-average and they seem forever one step ahead of even the most unnecessarily cynical critics? Plus we’re talking about the world of music here, which is faaaar more subjective than movies, and still, no facet of my brain is able to harbor any resentment towards Jack White, or to utter past the first syllable of the word “overrated.” Does selling your soul to the devil a la Robert Johnson now come with blogosphere insurance???
Maybe the question I should be asking is - Is it a sad sign of the current state of music journalism that a band being mainstream, prolific, talented, and likeable is such a troubling concept? I’m gonna saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay….. mayyybe.
After months of laying relatively low in the wake of his highly publicized divorce from Britney Spears, white-rapping extraordinaire Kevin Federline might have gotten back in the game and resumed his life’s work of impregnating people, hoping to seed the earth with his Fresnoian offspriing. According to Cindy Adams, his ex-baby mama Shar Jackson is knocked up with another one of his fine additions to the gene pool:
KEVIN Federline may have morning sickness, which could last for nine months when he reads this - but this is to tell him his on-again-off-again-and-for-sure-lately very on-again romance with Shar Jackson seems to have produced yet another baby between them. She’s into her seventh week, and at the instant I write this he doesn’t know. Star magazine is saying she’s hoping this brings them back together as a family.Ahhh yes, finally, through the miracle of ill-conceived childbirth, the Federline Clan can finally reunite in all of it’s backup-dancing bliss, utilizing their newfound Spears-acquired fortune to live hip-hoppily ever after. Truly a Fresno Fairy Tale ending…
