You can groan all you want about how you hate holiday music, but I dare you to sit in a room where Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas is You” is cranking and not get touched — at least a little — by the Christmas spirit. From the opening jingle bells to the reindeer-prancing beats, the song is undoubtedly one of the catchiest holiday tunes to come out of our generation — and a bona-fide greatest hit in Mimi’s catalog (61,342,438 YouTubers agree.)
In the January 2014 issue of Esquire U.K., 52-year-old Hollywood heartthrob George Clooney addresses accusations that he’s a closeted homosexual. It all started, he told the magazine, when he responded to a headline that read, “George Clooney is Gay-Gay-Gay.” His response? “I’m gay-gay, the third one’s pushing it.”
Fire was added to the speculation in 2011, when ex-girlfriend Elisabetta Canalis told People that she and Clooney had a “father-daughter” relationship, saying that their relationship ended because of their “personal needs.” Hmmm …
In the Esquire interview, he said “[I'm] not going [to deny it], because that’s flat out insulting to the gay community.” The statement mirrored a similar one he gave to The Advocate last year:
On Monday I shared that TIME was mulling over its shortlist of 2013 notables to decide who it would name “Person of the Year,” and our girl, the DOMA-fighting diva Edie Windsor made the cut. Today, the magazine announced that Pope Francis ultimately took the prize, because, as TIME writes:
“He makes masterly use of 21st century tools to perform his 1st century office. He is photographed washing the feet of female convicts, posing for selfies with young visitors to the Vatican, embracing a man with a deformed face. He is quoted saying of women who consider abortion because of poverty or rape, ‘Who can remain unmoved before such painful situations?’ Of gay people: ‘If a homosexual person is of good will and is in search of God, I am no one to judge.’ To divorced and remarried Catholics who are, by rule, forbidden from taking Communion, he says that this crucial rite ‘is not a prize for the perfect but a powerful medicine and nourishment for the weak.’”
TIME Managing Editor Nancy Gibbs just released the shortlist of folks up for the magazine’s annual “Person of the Year” cover, and DOMA-defeating hero Edie Windsor is up for the prize. Here’s the complete list, which also includes Miley Cyrus (wow) and Pope Francis.
It’s pretty safe to say that 2013 was the “Year of the Twerk.” It was the year when the dance, which, according to this article, started in 1993 in the New Orleans bounce-music scene, was blasted into the mainstream by Miley Cyrus’s bony behind. All of a sudden the whole world was twerking, even the Oxford Dictionary, which defines it as a ”dance to popular music in a sexually provocative manner involving thrust hip movements and a low, squatting stance.”
On Thursday night, former pop star Avril Lavigne walked the red carpet at Q102′s Jingle Ball at the Wells Fargo Center. And judging by these photos, she wasn’t the least bit happy to be here, sporting the worst fake smile ever. Why bother even smiling at all, Avril? Just stick with the gloomy faux-goth girl thing that has worked so well for you in the past.
PHOTOS: Getty Images.
Pop singer Robin Thicke, who’s in town for Q102′s Jingle Ball tonight, apparently stopped by the Sporting Club at the Bellevue to shoot some hoops this afternoon. The gym posted a few photos on its Facebook page showing Thicke posing with fans and staffers and playing basketball in the gym.
Evidence below. Anyone see him there? More importantly, how’s his jump shot?
Mannequin is not a good movie.
You really only need to know the film’s plot to figure that out: A down-on-his-luck Philadelphian gets a job in a department store and falls in love with a mannequin that comes to life.
Even then, not much is done with that silly plot. “Mannequin is dead,” Roger Ebert wrote in his 1987 review. “The wake lasts 1 1/2 hours, and then we can leave the theater. Halfway through, I was ready for someone to lead us in reciting the rosary.” The Washington Post was blunt: “Mannequin is a movie made by, for and about dummies.” (“The PG-rated film “includes some sexual innuendoes and some undraped mannequins,” the New York Times helpfully informs parents.)
And so Mannequin, released in 1987 and filmed primarily in Wanamaker’s at 13th and Market, will never be considered one of the great movies of Philadelphia. It’s not an Oscar-winner like Philadelphia, a critical darling like Blow Out, a hilarious Eddie Murphy/Dan Aykroyd comedy like Trading Places or a classic beloved around the world like Rocky. (Incidentally, Mannequin defeated Stallone’s Over the Top at the box office.)
That’s kind of a shame. Yes, it’s a terrible film, but the message of Mannequin is by far the greatest tribute to Philadelphia ever committed to celluloid.