Just before she started getting recognized for her appearances in a string of videos for Aerosmith power-ballads, Alicia Silverstone made her feature film debut in the low-budget 1993 thriller The Crush. The film was shot in Vancouver, so naturally I did the set visit for Fangoria magazine.
I interviewed Silverstone, who had recently turned 16, on Halloween, 1992. This was nearly three whole years before a certain high-falutin' magazine put her on the cover.
The ninth annual Vancouver International Women in Film Festival takes place at Vancity Theatre (1181 Seymour Street) from Thursday to Sunday (March 6 to 9). The festival includes screenings, workshops, and panel discussions.
The festival will open with Vancouver director Karen Lam’s supernatural thriller Evangeline. Other B.C. features at the festival include Lisa Jackson’s documentary How a People Live, which portrays the resurgence of a First Nations community after forced relocation; as well as director Michelle Ouellet’s Vancouver-made drama After Party, which stars Ali Liebert; and Anne Wheeler’s documentary on Bbz Chula, Chi.
This morning's news release from H&M doesn't reveal whether one of Spain's most famous exports, Penelope Cruz, was paid to put on this dress last night.
Regardless, it will come as a surprise to some that a movie star with her cachet would show up at the Vanity Fair Oscar party in a dress created by the in-house design team for a mass-market merchandiser.
It's not the first time that this has happened.
Last month, Jessica Alba appeared at Paris Fashion Week in H&M garb.
What's next? Scarlett Johansson in Le Chateau?
Yes, Cate Blanchette won for Best Actress—we all knew that would happen—but Matthew McConaughey's Oscar for Best Actor in Dallas Buyers Club was never a complete certainty.
But he did it, rounding off the McConnaisance in grand style.
His speech wasn't as spacey as the one at the Golden Globes, but it was still, like all things he does, beautifully behind-the-beat.
And after describing his father doing a dance in heaven with some gumbo and a Miller Lite, he threw in a little Wooderson and gave us the best moment of the night.
John Ridley's Best Adapted Screenplay win for 12 Years a Slave is one of those class awards that the important movies get while the popcorn-sellers like Gravity clean up in the technical categories.
But it would have been nice to see Ethan Hawke, Richard Linklater, and Julie Delpy's (frankly more impressive) work for Before Midnight get the prize, if only cause we could have seen Ms. Delpy throw her Gallic weight around on stage.
Yesterday, the French actor made headlines with a few well-aimed torpedos at the Academy itself.
"It's 90% white men over 70 who need money because they haven't done anything in a long time," she said, before going on to declare all of her own Hollywood work as "crap."
Bill Murray gave us the best moment so far in a sloppy and pretty dull Oscars ceremony with a shout out to his old pal, Harold Ramis, who died last week.
Their work together gave us Caddyshack, Ghostbusters, and Groundhog Day. Murray paid tribute to his old buddy when he should have been announcing the winner for Best Sound Editing, thereby hijacking the whole crazy schmear. And rightly so.
Based on all the previous awards (so wins out of 38 nominations, including Screen Actors Guild and Critics Choice Film), it comes as no surprise that Lupita Nyong'o just took the Best Supporting Actress Oscar for 12 Years in a Movie Theatre.
And while it's nice that that the Mexican-born and Kenyan-raised actor has become everybody's It Girl, was her performance that much better than June Squibb's in Nebraska?
It was sweatier. Oscar tends to like that.
Nice as it was to see Darlene Love belting it out while the producers of 20 Feet From Stardom took their Best Documentary award, the Academy goofed again.
In an unusually strong category, the statue went to the most inconsequential of films. But the documentary award has always been a particularly weak spot for Oscar, and certainly one that has conspicuosly avoided controversy.
So, in the interest of restoring a little justice, this year's Georgia Straight solid gold (plated) nude Wuxtry statuette goes to the unfairly robbed The Act of Killing.
"Get a Horse" didn't win for Best Animated Short, but Frozen takes Best Animated Feature?
The Academy is nuts. Frozen was one of the most cynical and charmless enterprises to come out of Disney for a long time—even my kid agrees, and she likes everything—but somehow it was awarded over Miyazaki's The Wind Rises and the wonderful Ernest & Celestine?
Jared Leto just took the Best Supporting Actor Oscar for his amazing turn as Rayon in Dallas Buyers Club.
He deserves it. But did he have to mention his shit-ass band 30 Seconds to Mars in his acceptance speech?
Here are some of the things we've called Jared Leto the musician over the years, all collected in one convenient place by Straight staffer/assshole Adrian Mack back in 2006: