Well I guess that as I was critical of SJP and all that chick-com fashion schmaltz embodied in Sex and the City, I thought that I ought to redress the balance and have a pop at the least enviable vanity trait of the male of the species. I’m talking about hairpieces, you know those ridiculous bits of rug that male media personalities of a certain age take to wearing or weaving into their increasingly thinning scalps in the mistaken belief that a) it preserves their youthful looks and b) it’s so lifelike it’s impossible to detect. D’ya think? Continue reading
There was a nice report in the Independent today about honesty in actors. Several were very candid; Sir Anthony Hopkins suggesting that ‘acting is easy’, Hugh Grant confesssing he ‘can’t do Chekov’, Alec Baldwin admitting ‘stars are greedy’ and so on. But the most disarming reflection was George Clooney’s admission that his attempt at Batman was so lousy it ‘killed the franchise’.