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Plastic Perfection: Actor Taylor Lautner is either wearing more foundation than Eddie Murphy in Boomerang and/or is retouched to the point of no return for the cover of the Fall 2011 edition of VMan, interestingly titled "The Archetypes Issue". I guess the archetype Mr. Lautner is going for is plastic action figure.


That’s Genius: It’s the Charlie Sheen Soundboard.


Coke, Hookers, Rehab, Repeat

Sheen says that for too long he was “being the guy that I thought they needed me to be and always feeling like I was the last person taken care of in the mix, you know. Always. Always the last guy considered. And listen, that’s over. It’s done. It’s pissing everybody off, because they always had an expectation based on predictable reactions. And now they don’t, and they don’t know what to do.”

It’s hard to know who “they” are. His ex-wives? His parents? His favorite porn stars? I ask him, after all the hard work he’s done getting clean in the past, what is it that keeps luring him back to the party? “All that shit was inauthentic,” he says. The partying? I ask. “No,” he says. “The fucking AA shit. The sobriety shit. It was always for other people. I just wanted to get a job back and get enough money to tell everybody to go fuck themselves and then roll like Errol Flynn and Frank Sinatra—the good parts of those guys.”

Is he saying that this time he’s approaching rehab more authentically? I ask. Or is he saying the opposite: that rehab itself is inauthentic? “I’m going to ride the winds of the universe,” Sheen says mischievously, and for a moment he sounds like Kurtz’s sidekick, the strung-out photographer-philosopher played by Dennis Hopper in Apocalypse Now. “How about that? How about that?”

Because of Charlie Sheen’s ongoing, live streaming self-destructo-thon, we decided to scramble and post GQ correspondent Amy Wallace’s forthcoming inside look at Sheen’s life. Consider it a very early sneak peak at our April 2011 issue.
**Note: that’s a photo illustration—an excellent one by  Peter Rad—and not an actual shot of Charlie Sheen. Although it totally could be, right?**

After The Party It’s The After-Party: After last night’s most boring show in television history—The 83rd Annual Academy Awards (aka The Oscars)—it’s safe to say that anyone who’s anyone in Hollywood made an efficient beeline to Vanity Fair’s ever-exclusive Oscar after-party. I mean, I would need a stiff drink after that snooze-fest of an award’s ceremony. Wouldn’t you? 

Also, click here to see how Vanity Fair whipped together this whole event in a time-lapse recap.


Charlie Sheen Meltdown Update of the Day: Following this morning’s back-to-back batsh*t interviews, Charlie Sheen brought his Magical Poetry Tour to TMZ, where he debunked an earlier report that he had checked himself into rehab, while simultaneously confirming that he desperately needs to check himself into rehab.

Part one above; part two below:

Meanwhile, his MIA publicist Stan Rosenfield has officially called it quits. Sheen tried to pull the ol’ “you can’t quit because you’re fired” switcheroo, but that never works.


Lights, Camera, Action: You know it’s awards season when Vanity Fair releases its annual Hollywood issue. For this year’s issue, Norman Jean Roy photographed a 1930’s-Shanghai-themed cover packed with an A-list range of young Hollywood stars.

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Still Doing It And Doing It And Doing It Well: 43-year old rapper, actor and ultimate DILF, LL Cool J graces the March 2011 cover of Men’s Fitness. It’s well-known that black doesn’t crack—but damn!—it’s like he never ages. I can see it now: he’ll be 79-years old and we will still have wet dreams about him. Talk about aging gracefully.

Photography by Jim Wright for Men’s Fitness.

Good sex is like good bridge. If you don’t have a good partner, you’d better have a good hand.

- Mae West, actress (1893-1980)

Mae West with Cary Grant in the 1933 film I’m No Angel.

Voice-over: In Columbus, Ohio, there is a homeless man by the name of Ted Williams. And guess what? He has the perfect, money-making Hollywood voice. Why is he homeless again?

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I just never got a job [in Hollywood], and I never got a job [in Europe], after [coming out]. I did a couple of films, I was very lucky at the beginning of my career…and then, I never had another job here for ten years probably and I moved to Europe…Hollywood is an extremely conservative world that…pretends to be a liberal world…show business is ideally suited for heterosexuals, it’s a very heterosexual business, it’s run mostly by heterosexual men, and there’s a kind of pecking order…There are lots of women and lots of men in the business that the powers that be decide are the right people and they’ll stand with them for quite a long time…Like Jennifer Aniston will just have one too many total flops. But she’s still a member of that club. And she will still manage to, like a star forming in the universe, a whole lot of things will swirl around and suddenly solidifying into yet another vital tasteless romcom, a little glitter next to the Crab Nebula…A lot of straight actors are actively searching for gay roles because it is something different to do. I think that’s fine but that does mean the gay actor who used to just get to play the gay part—like me—has been reduced to drag really.

Rupert Everett

more, here.

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Lady Justice here—so, how come every time the delicious and talented Christian Bale gets himself some awards buzz, he’s all looking like that, instead of like this? 

(Top, from left: The Machinist; Rescue Dawn; The Fighter. Bottom: American Psycho, Batman Begins).

Cuz, duh, you get an Oscar for courageously overcoming something, and in the vast majority of cases, actors get it for courageously overcoming being beautiful.

RUPERT EVERETT is a true Stage Beauty. He’s alway’s causing Hysteria in The Comfort Of Strangers by using that carefully placed skull as a Wild Target. For The Importance Of Being Earnest, I have to confess about A Midsummer Night’s Dream I had about him the other night. In the dream, I transformed him into An Ideal Husband, skipped My Best Friends Wedding and moved to Another Country. It was like The Next Best Thing to Shakespeare In Love. I even felt an Unconditional Love for him and surprisingly played with his Inspector Gadget.Oops! Did I say that? What A Shocking Accident

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Obligatory of the Day: The recently-released trailer for Mel Gibson’s comeback vehicle The Beaver, mashed up with his infamous voicemail rants.


(NSFW, Mel Gibson.)

[thanks yum!]

Matthew Morrison for Details (December 2010)

Proving that he’s more than just a triple threat, Glee’s Matthew Morrison is going for maximum exposure on the cover of the December 2010 issue of Details. I don’t know about you, but I’d like to know why my high school choir director never looked like this?

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