Newly engaged power duo Nina Dobrev and Shaun White decided to grace LAX Airport with their star-studded presence on Saturday (November 2). Was there paparazzi? Of course. Was there at least one person in the background frantically searching for their gate while spilling coffee? You bet.
Nina, our favorite ex-Vampire Diaries vampire (because who really wants to sparkle forever?), rocked an all-black ensemble that said, “I may or may not be in a band,” while Shaun, the snowboard legend who’s now retired and probably still shredding it up in his dreams, matched her like it was date night at a goth karaoke bar.
The timing couldn’t be better — or more romantic. Less than a week ago, these two decided that five years of dropping cute couple photos on Instagram was plenty; it was time for the grand finale: an engagement announcement. Because nothing says “forever” like looking fabulous in matching outfits while boarding a flight where they might fight over who gets the window seat.
Here’s to Nina and Shaun’s next chapter — whether it involves a plane to a secret tropical island or a first-class nap that somehow inspires wedding vows involving turbulence. Stay tuned for their future adventures and coordinated outfits, because true love means being fashionably in sync, even at 30,000 feet.
Nina Dobrev And Shaun White Catch Flight After Announcing Their Engagement
The cast list for the new movie Sacrifice just got juicier than a reality show reunion special, and it’s shaping up to be the most star-studded, apocalyptic road trip ever filmed.
Flashback to May, when the internet buzzed like a caffeine-fueled gossip blogger over the news that Captain America himself, Chris Evans, queen of eerie stares Anya Taylor-Joy, eternal goddess Salma Hayek Pinault, and the human embodiment of laughter Sam Richardson had signed on for Sacrifice. The film is directed by Romain Gavras, who clearly woke up one day and thought, Let’s blend Joan of Arc’s drama with a sprinkle of chaos and a dash of fire.
Fast forward to today, and it’s time to upgrade your mental guest list, because a whole parade of eclectic stars has jumped aboard this cinematic wild ride, currently being shot in Greece and Bulgaria (because what screams “apocalypse” like picturesque Mediterranean backdrops?).
According to Deadline (aka the Hollywood crystal ball), the new additions include: pop powerhouse Charli XCX, who will presumably bring some musical drama; Vincent Cassel, who is contractually obligated to add 150% more menace to any role; and John Malkovich, because if there’s a movie about cultish prophecies and hostage situations, he’s your guy. But wait, there’s more! We’ve also got Swedish rapper Yung Lean, who probably had the best reaction when he found out he’d be starring next to Emily in Paris’s Jeremy O. Harris (bonjour, chaos), Ambika Mod of One Day fame, Jade Croot from The Serpent Queen (because nothing says “fire and brimstone” like serpent queens), and Miriam Silverman, who’s bringing Tony-winning chops to the madness.
The plot? Oh, it’s more intense than your aunt’s Facebook rants. Loosely inspired by the Joan of Arc saga, Sacrifice follows Joan (Taylor-Joy), a woman who hears fiery prophecies that make your average weather report sound like a lullaby. She decides it’s her job to save humanity and drags her posse of mystical disciples into action. The plan? Crashing a charity gala with more flair than a reality TV wedding and taking three hostages: Mike Tyler (Evans), who’s your classic exhausted movie star looking for redemption and probably just a quiet nap; Bracken (Cassel), the world’s richest man who’s probably missing a yacht party or two; and Katie (Mod), who’s just unlucky enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong apocalyptic prophecy.
Cue a cinematic journey through fiery forests and existential crises as Mike faces a question so deep you’d think it came from a fortune cookie: What would he sacrifice for humanity? Spoiler alert: It’s probably not his Wi-Fi password.
Oh, and in case you’re wondering, Gavras isn’t just directing this potential masterpiece; he co-wrote it with Succession’s Will Arbery. So expect dialogue sharper than Joan’s sword and plot twists that could knock over your popcorn.
Charli XCX And Yung Lean Join Chris Evans And Anya Taylor-Joy In New Movie ‘Sacrifice’
In the wild world of football (and now, apparently, impromptu phone demolition), Jason Kelce has finally spoken up about what’s being called the “Weekend Smash Heard ‘Round the Lot.” Picture this: the 36-year-old football legend turned philosopher and accidental phone repairman channeled his inner Hulk after a heckler dropped a slur about his brother, Travis Kelce. Spoiler alert: things got…crunchy.
So, what went down? Well, in a moment so heated it could grill your tailgate hot dogs, Jason grabbed the offender’s phone and introduced it to gravity and asphalt in a highly dramatic fashion. Goodbye, screen. Goodbye, selfies. Goodbye, Candy Crush high score.
Jason, who clearly had some explaining to do, popped up on ESPN’s Monday Night Countdown to address the saga. He opened with an air of regret so thick it could only be cut with a Ginsu knife.
“I’m not happy with anything that took place,” he said, with the solemnity of someone admitting they ate the last slice of pizza. “I’m not proud of it,” he added, as fans everywhere clutched their phones a little tighter.
He went on to say, “Within a heated moment, I chose to greet hate with hate, and I don’t think that’s a productive thing.” No, Jason, it isn’t, but it is a great way to remind everyone to get that phone insurance. “I don’t think it leads to discourse,” he admitted, proving that even in the middle of chaos, this man has a vocabulary that’ll put your college essay to shame.
But hey, we’re all human, and even superheroes sometimes smash a phone or two. “In that moment, I fell down to a level that I shouldn’t have,” Jason said, clearly wishing the only thing falling that day had been the guy’s attempt at trash talk. “Bottom line is, I try to live my life by the golden rules,” he added, officially securing his place as both an athlete and a self-help guru.
“I try to treat people with decency and respect. I’m going to keep doing that moving forward,” Jason vowed. And with that, the interview pivoted faster than your fantasy team’s lineup after an injury report. “We got a game to focus on. A matchup. I don’t think this is the platform to necessarily go into more detail,” he concluded, making it clear that if you’re looking for more drama, you’d better head to the sidelines.
Jason Kelce’s phone-flattening moment of fame is a reminder that even the most level-headed among us have our “oops” moments. And while he might not be taking home any awards for conflict resolution, he’s definitely in the running for “Most Dramatic Tech Take-Down of 2024.”
Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce are giving us a masterclass in public displays of support and making it look like a rom-com that just won’t quit. These two are out here rooting for each other with such enthusiasm, it’s a miracle the planet hasn’t tipped on its axis from all the collective swooning.
Exhibit A: The grand entrance. Our resident pop queen, 34-year-old Taylor Swift, was spotted making her way into the Monday Night Football showdown between the Kansas City Chiefs and the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. The location? None other than Arrowhead Stadium in Kansas City, Missouri – aka Travis Kelce’s stomping ground and where dreams (and passes) come true.
Taylor wasn’t just attending, oh no. She arrived looking so stylish, even the fashion police had to take notes. Dressed in a leather jacket featuring Chiefs colors and logos (because subtlety is overrated), a sleek black top, denim shorts, and boots that were as high as Travis’s vertical jump, Taylor screamed, “I’m here to cheer, and I’m doing it fabulously.”
And if you thought Taylor was busy just belting out her catalog from “Love Story” to “Anti-Hero,” think again. The woman just wrapped the U.S. leg of her marathon Eras Tour – yes, the one that makes even marathons look lazy. With only two more shows left in Canada, she’s so close to finishing her two-year odyssey that even the Energizer Bunny is jealous.
Meanwhile, over in the supportive boyfriend department, Travis wasn’t going to let a little thing like his demanding NFL schedule stop him from being the MVP of Boyfriends. He pulled off a surprise visit to Taylor’s Indianapolis show this past Saturday. According to Page Six, Taylor’s mom Andrea and brother Austin were convinced the big guy wouldn’t show. Spoiler alert: he did. And if their surprised faces had emojis, they’d be a mix of 🎉 and 😱.
As if to up the ante, Andrea and Austin were at the Chiefs game too, possibly debating if there’s such a thing as too much Taylor-Travis wholesomeness (answer: no, there isn’t).
One insider spilled the beans saying, “Travis had practice earlier that day and wasn’t even sure if he’d make it to the concert.” Imagine that! The guy’s got plays to memorize, but he’s like, “Nah, I gotta go catch ‘Enchanted’ live!” It was a last-minute decision, they said, with the kind of drama usually reserved for sports movies and rom-coms.
Taylor and Travis are on a mission to prove that being supportive is not just cute but also an Olympic-level sport. And honestly, we’re all here for it – popcorn in one hand, tissues in the other.
Taylor Swift Arrives At The Kansas City Chiefs And Tampa Bay Buccaneers Monday Night Football Game
In a world where legends are as rare as a Wi-Fi signal at your great aunt’s house, one stood taller than the rest. Quincy Jones, musical genius, ultimate producer, and the guy who probably knew where all the coolest after-parties were, has sadly moonwalked off this mortal stage at the age of 91. Cue the collective gasp of the universe.
On Monday morning (November 4), the Jones family officially dropped the news that made the world press pause on its playlist of life: Quincy had passed away. It was like the day the music truly took a nap.
But in stepped Will Smith, the Fresh Prince himself, known for saving the world multiple times in movies and once, unofficially, during a Twitter spat. The 56-year-old Oscar-winning actor hit up Instagram with a post that could make a stone cry or at least make your phone battery drop from the weight of its feels. In the post, Will cranked up the sentimentality to a solid 11, describing Quincy as the ultimate trifecta of a mentor, father, and friend, like a magical hybrid superhero who could give advice, lend you lunch money, and ground you for not doing your homework — all at once.
“Quincy Jones is the true definition of a Mentor, a Father and a Friend,” Will wrote, likely with dramatic background music that Quincy himself would have approved of. “He pointed me toward the greatest parts of myself.” Translation: Quincy had superhuman patience and probably kept a very sturdy pair of shades for all the eye rolls. “He defended me. He nurtured me. He encouraged me. He inspired me. He checked me when he needed to. He let me use his wings until mine were strong enough to fly.” And somewhere, an eagle shed a single tear.
To add to the emotional punch, Will included a black-and-white photo of himself with Quincy on the set of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, which feels like the TV equivalent of discovering a picture of you at your first job with the boss who didn’t fire you for showing up late that one time.
In case you missed the history lesson in the back of the class, Quincy Jones wasn’t just a legendary figure who worked with everyone from Sinatra to Michael Jackson (a.k.a. the King of Pop), but he was also the behind-the-scenes wizard who spotted young Will Smith, the rapper, and said, “Yo, this kid’s got something. Let’s make him the next big thing.” Quincy didn’t just set up an audition for Will; he practically hand-delivered him to stardom on a silver platter with a side of swagger.
Our hearts are definitely with Quincy’s loved ones right now, because the world has lost a musical magician, a backstage mastermind, and probably the best party host the industry has ever seen. RIP, Quincy. May the afterlife have a top-notch sound system ready for you.
Selena Gomez, pop queen, actress, and all-around clapback connoisseur, has once again dusted off her digital mic to respond to those ever-persistent internet trolls. And she’s not holding back.
Picture this: Selena, looking stunning as always, graced the premiere of her new movie Emilia Perez at the 2024 French American Film Festival in a long-sleeved black dress that had more drama than a reality TV reunion. While most of us were busy gasping at her elegance and debating if we, too, could pull off such a look (spoiler alert: no, we can’t), a few eagle-eyed trolls were hard at work trying to ruin the vibe. Their groundbreaking discovery? In some red-carpet photos, Selena stood with her hands in front of her stomach! Gasp! Stop the presses! Alert the authorities!
Naturally, in this grand age of oversharing, someone turned this molehill into a full-blown mountain on TikTok. The post caught fire like a hot Cheeto in the sun (briefly) before disappearing into the digital void, but not before Selena entered the chat.
Dropping truth bombs with the finesse of a seasoned pro, Selena responded: “This makes me sick…I have SIBO in my small intestine. It flares up. I don’t care that I don’t look like a stick figure. I don’t have that body. End of story. No I am NOT a victim. I’m just human.”
And if you’re wondering, “What in the world is SIBO?” don’t worry, Dr. Selena came prepared. SIBO, short for small intestinal bacterial overgrowth (don’t try saying that five times fast), is like having a chaotic house party in your gut with uninvited guests. According to the Mayo Clinic, SIBO happens when bacteria that should mind their own business decide to throw a rager in your small intestine, messing up the whole vibe and slowing everything down like your phone on 1% battery. The causes? Anything from surgery to diseases can create the perfect conditions for this microbial mischief.
Selena’s here reminding us that not every pose on the red carpet is a cryptic clue, not everyone is built like a baguette, and she, like the rest of us mere mortals, is simply trying to navigate life one day (and one sassy comment) at a time.
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Pop queen Britney Spears is jumping headfirst into the sparkly world of jewelry—because why just wear bling when you can sell it too, right?
The 42-year-old (and still dancing like she’s 22) icon took a break from posting her signature twirls and cryptic emojis on Instagram this Sunday (November 3) to drop some major news. No, she hasn’t joined a synchronized swimming team or adopted a pet llama (yet). Instead, she’s launching her very own jewelry line!
“I have some really exciting news to share with you guys 😘😘😘 !!!” she wrote, probably after dramatically tossing glitter in the air. Because what’s an announcement without a little pizzazz?
Cue the drumroll: “My first jewelry line coming soon !!! Delicate, extremely different, and one of a kind pieces!!!” she continued, adding just enough exclamation marks to ensure we’re all wide-eyed with excitement. “I’m so excited!!! Realizing how cool it is to be an artist that can be passionate in so many different ways!!! B Tiny coming soon 🌷!!! Girls, you’re gonna f–king love it!!!”
Yep, you heard it right. Britney’s getting into the fine art of accessorizing, and she’s bringing the whole chaotic circus along for the ride (lions not included).
And in true Spears fashion, she paired the announcement with a photo and video that likely had fans squinting at their screens, trying to figure out if the necklace was bedazzled with fairy dust or just impossibly tiny pearls. Either way, it’s going to be a must-have for anyone who wants to channel their inner pop star or just needs a little more “Toxic” sparkle in their life.
But wait, there’s more! If you thought Britney’s life was already glittery enough, just remember: she recently said she married herself. Yes, you read that right. Who needs a partner when you can have you, a whole mood? Plus, she’s got a list of six celebrity girl crushes, which is basically a VIP lineup of ladies who inspire all the strong, independent woman vibes we never knew we needed.
So, while Britney’s out here launching a jewelry empire and loving herself (literally), one thing’s for sure: we’re all just living in her bedazzled, dance-filled, Instagram-filtered world—and loving every minute of it.
The world just lost a giant, and not just any giant—this one had 28 Grammys, more charisma than your favorite cool uncle, and a Rolodex so legendary it practically had its own zip code. Yes, the iconic producer, composer, and all-around music wizard Quincy Jones has moonwalked off this earthly stage at the age of 91. Cue the world’s smallest violin, except in this case, it’s probably being played by Yo-Yo Ma in a Grammy-winning tribute.
Quincy passed away peacefully at his Bel-Air home (because where else would a king rest his crown?) on Sunday, November 3. In a statement from his family that was equal parts heartwarming and tear-inducing, they shared: “Tonight, with full but broken hearts, we must share the news of our father and brother Quincy Jones’ passing. And although this is an incredible loss for our family, we celebrate the great life that he lived and know there will never be another like him. He is truly one of a kind and we will miss him dearly; we take comfort and immense pride in knowing that the love and joy, that were the essence of his being, was shared with the world through all that he created. Through his music and his boundless love, Quincy Jones’ heart will beat for eternity.”
Okay, let’s just pause for a moment and digest that. “Quincy Jones’ heart will beat for eternity” is officially the most poetic thing you’ve read today, and it’s not even from a movie script. This man didn’t just have hits; he had heartbeats set to rhythms that even the gods bobbed their heads to.
Now, let’s talk credentials. Quincy was not just good at his job—he was so good he basically redefined what it meant to be “good at your job.” If awards were desserts, he’d be Willy Wonka in a factory of golden statues. We’re talking 28 Grammys! That’s more than a whole shelf; that’s a room of little golden gramophones singing his praises. And don’t even get us started on the fact that he produced Thriller—yes, the Thriller—earning him eight of those shiny trophies in one go. Imagine having a career highlight that moonwalks past everyone else’s entire life work.
And Quincy wasn’t picky with his collaborators; he worked with everyone from Frank Sinatra (because you can’t spell “classy” without Ol’ Blue Eyes) to Michael Jackson (because you can’t spell “iconic” without MJ), Aretha Franklin, Lionel Richie, and a list so long it would give Santa’s scroll a run for its money.
He leaves behind seven kids who, let’s be real, are each cooler than most of us combined: Rashida Jones (who you probably remember as the queen of deadpan in Parks and Rec), Kidada Jones, Kenya Kinski-Jones, Quincy Jones III, Jolie Jones Levine, Martina Jones, and Rachel Jones. And don’t forget the trio of grandkids, who now have bragging rights that their grandpa changed the world and also probably knew how to throw a dinner party that would make the Oscars look like a backyard BBQ.
RIP to the man who put the “Q” in cool. Rest assured, Quincy, the beat goes on—just with a little less groove now that you’re not here to show us how it’s really done.
Ben Affleck just lobbed a major public bouquet at his ex, Jennifer Lopez, and it wasn’t even Valentine’s Day.
Affleck, the 52-year-old reigning king of furrowed brows and Dunkin’ runs, is producing Unstoppable, J.Lo’s latest cinematic endeavor. And get this—he’s not even subtly proud. Nope, Ben went full cheerleader mode, sans pom-poms (we think), when hyping up J.Lo’s performance. “Jennifer is spectacular,” he told ET, probably while giving a smolder that could melt a Boston cream donut. “[Unstoppable is] another [movie] that we’re really, really proud of.” Note the double “really.” That’s serious stuff, people.
But Ben didn’t stop there. Oh no, he kept the hype train rolling like it was powered by iced coffee. “[Director] Billy Goldenberg and Jennifer [Lopez] and Don Cheadle and Jharrel [Jerome], and Bobby Cannavale, all were really passionate about this film,” he added. This is the equivalent of naming your entire dream team in one breath. You half expect him to add, “And my dog, and my neighbor, and that one guy at Starbucks who always spells my name ‘Bin.’”
The backstory, for those living under a rock or on a Wi-Fi detox: Ben and J.Lo were married for two years before she decided to file for divorce on their wedding anniversary, as if to say, “Happy Anniversary, here’s your paperwork.” Ouch.
Anyway, Unstoppable is set to strut its stuff into select theaters on December 6, and for those who prefer watching in pajama pants (we salute you), it’ll make its way to Prime Video on January 16, 2025. So mark your calendars, stock up on snacks, and get ready for Ben Affleck’s latest stamp of approval, because when Batman says a movie’s good, you don’t argue.
Freddie Prinze Jr., the charming ’90s heartthrob and connoisseur of the art of staying unseen, has opened up about the top-secret tactics he and Sarah Michelle Gellar use to remain the most elusive power couple in Hollywood. Picture a world where famous people avoid the spotlight like it’s an awkward high school reunion—that’s where Freddie and Sarah thrive.
On a recent episode of the “Oldish” podcast, Freddie, now 48 but still somehow looking like he just left the set of She’s All That, spilled the beans about their incognito lifestyle.
“Something that’s pretty amazing about your relationship is how you both basically operate like undercover agents,” Randy Spelling, one of the podcast hosts and current bearer of the most ironic last name in Hollywood, pointed out. Freddie, not missing a beat, responded, “That’s on purpose, my man. You can avoid it if you put in a little effort and maybe some ninja smoke bombs.”
Freddie dove deeper, saying, “I don’t know how dedicated some other celebrities are to dodging the chaos. But for us? It’s been as easy as skipping the line at Disneyland with a FastPass. I mean, I don’t go anywhere. You’ll never see me at a party that isn’t themed around bedtime or pizza. Sarah and I stick to our favorite haunts, and spoiler alert: they don’t have names like ‘Vibe’ or ‘Scene’—more like ‘That Italian Place Where Tony Knows Our Order.’ The paparazzi? They wouldn’t be caught dead in a booth at Tony’s.”
The actor did make it clear that he wasn’t trying to dump on his fellow celebs, but come on — it’s not rocket science. “I’m not trying to sh-t on anyone,” he added with a chuckle, “but avoiding the limelight is easier than avoiding your neighbor who wants to talk about their new lawnmower.”
Sometimes, though, the paparazzi do get ambitious, lying in wait like they’re on a covert ops mission at the bottom of their street. “But lucky for me, I live on the same street as The Terminator. When the paps see Arnold Schwarzenegger pull out in his tank—I mean, vehicle—they forget all about little ol’ me and go chasing after him like a pack of eager dachshunds after a meat truck,” Freddie shared with the kind of grin that says, “You know it’s true.”
He wrapped up by reminding everyone that he’s no club-hopper. “I could count on one hand how many clubs I’ve been to in my life,” Freddie said, possibly using the same hand that hasn’t touched a glow stick since 1999. Because when you’re Freddie Prinze Jr., the coolest way to party is by staying home, ordering takeout, and watching reruns of Buffy with your favorite vampire slayer.
Jennifer Lopez’s sister, the ever-glamorous journalist Lynda Lopez, just dropped by Yale University to hang out with none other than Ben Affleck’s eldest daughter, Violet. Yes, you read that right. While most people are trying to figure out where they left their keys, Lynda is casually visiting college campuses to hang with her ex-brother-in-law’s kid. Can you say family drama? Because I can, but I’m too busy sipping this tea.
Violet, who’s 18 and now rocking the Ivy League life as a Yale freshman, looked delighted to host her A-list aunt for the day. Lynda posted a selfie with Violet, captioning it, “New Haven with my favorite Yalie! 💙.” And with that, she sent the Internet into a minor meltdown. “Yalie” is now trending, and somewhere in the background, a Gossip Girl narrator is whispering, “And who said family ties were just for Christmas cards?”
Now, if your brain is still doing somersaults trying to figure out how everyone in this blended family is staying so chill post-divorce, join the club. This past summer, JLo and Ben hit Splitsville, but it looks like Lynda and Violet didn’t get the memo about any awkwardness. In fact, Violet even joined Jennifer Lopez (the original JLo, not the “visiting Yalie” edition) on a trip during the summer. If that’s not the definition of “keeping it cordial,” I don’t know what is.
Let’s not forget, Violet’s mom is none other than Jennifer Garner, the queen of wholesome Instagram cooking videos and the most relatable Hollywood mom out there. It’s like the universe wanted to ensure that Violet’s life is a mashup of all the most famous Jennifers.
If you’re ready for a plot twist in your day, check out Lynda Lopez’s Instagram for those iconic photos. And if you’re like me, you’re going to need a moment to process that a college campus just became ground zero for the most chill celebrity ex-family reunion of 2024. 💙
Broadway’s about to get a little dimmer—but don’t worry, it’s for a good reason! The Great White Way will turn down the twinkle in honor of the legendary Dame Maggie Smith, who, in life, lit up stages and screens with enough flair to make a chandelier blush.
“Dame Maggie Smith was a one-of-a-kind genius whose acting chops could make even the toughest critics weep into their overpriced playbills,” declared Robert E. Wankel, the big kahuna of the Shubert Organization (aka Chairman & CEO, but you already knew that), speaking on behalf of his fellow theater bigwigs via Deadline (because where else do you get your spicy stage news?).
Wankel continued, “Her career was like a master class in sass, subtlety, and spine-tingling performances. We’ll all miss her greatly but celebrate her legacy that’s more indelible than a permanent marker on a white couch. Thoughts and warm fuzzies go out to her family, friends, and everyone who ever marveled at her ability to steal a scene with just a raised eyebrow.”
In true Broadway style, the big farewell won’t just be your typical “clap and cry” affair. Oh no. This Thursday, November 7 at 6:45 p.m. ET, the marquee lights will dim across the Theater District—like the world’s fanciest mood lighting. The tradition, which has been around longer than the debates about which Phantom of the Opera was best, involves cutting the lights for one minute right before the curtain rises for the night’s performances.
So, if you happen to be strolling down 42nd Street and suddenly feel like the universe just flipped a dimmer switch, don’t panic—it’s not the ghost of intermission snacks past. It’s Broadway tipping its hat, or perhaps its feathered boa, to Dame Maggie Smith, the queen of drama (the good kind) and a legend for the ages.
Broadway Theaters To Honor The Memory Of Maggie Smith By Dimming The Lights
Oh, Alan Rachins, you brilliant legal eagle of ‘80s and ‘90s TV, you’ve argued your last case—and in true Hollywood fashion, made quite the dramatic exit.
The beloved actor, who brought us years of high-stakes courtroom drama on L.A. Law and unforgettable quirkiness as Dharma’s eccentric dad on Dharma & Greg, has sadly signed off for the final time. Alan’s wife, Joanna Frank, confirmed that he left us peacefully on Saturday, November 2, at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in L.A., slipping away at 82 in his sleep due to heart failure. We like to think he got a 5-star send-off, complete with a tearful but dignified closing argument.
Alan was the iconic Douglas Brackman Jr., a hard-hitting attorney who could make anyone crack under pressure with just a raised eyebrow. He held down that role on L.A. Law from 1986 to 1994 and even returned for a 2002 TV movie because, let’s be real, L.A. just wasn’t the same without his carefully curated mix of sass and courtroom swagger. Emmy voters even threw him a nomination back in ’88, and he nabbed a Golden Globe nod too, because apparently, L.A. Law wasn’t just a TV show; it was a cultural event.
But wait, there’s more! Alan didn’t just tackle the justice system—he also dabbled in sitcom chaos as Larry Finkelstein, Dharma’s hippie dad, on Dharma & Greg. From 1997 to 2002, he brought an undeniable brand of peace, love, and very questionable parenting advice to TV screens, proving once again that he was the kind of guy who could keep an audience guessing whether he was about to offer sage wisdom or, you know, join a drum circle in the living room.
If there was a hit show from the ‘80s or ‘90s that didn’t feature Alan Rachins in at least one scene, it’s only because he was busy lighting up a different soundstage. He popped up in Dallas,The Golden Girls,Diagnosis Murder,Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman,Rizzoli & Isles,Mom, and most recently, in a 2023 guest role on NCIS, where he surely made everyone at NCIS HQ feel like they were on the stand. His IMDb page is a stroll through TV history—seriously, this man worked with everyone.
Now, we’ll miss Alan dearly, and the TV world feels a little dimmer without his sly smiles and all-knowing glances. Our hearts go out to his family, his friends, and his legion of fans who will undoubtedly be rewatching L.A. Law and Dharma & Greg with a tear and a chuckle. Here’s to you, Alan—court is officially adjourned.
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Looks like King Charles has officially hit “cancel” on Prince Andrew’s annual allowance. According to author Robert Hardman’s juicy new book, Charles III: New King. New Court. The Inside Story, King Charles, aged 75 and not one for subtlety, told the Keeper of the Privy Purse (fancy term for the royal accountant) to cut off his 64-year-old sibling’s whopping £1 million-a-year ($1.3 million) allowance. No more VIP funding for Andrew’s security team, either – which, by the way, reportedly cost an eye-watering seven figures. Because, naturally, a retired prince is the epitome of “high-risk.”
A royal insider told The Daily Mail that Andrew is now “no longer a financial burden on the King.” Translation? Charles is done playing the Bank of Big Brother.
In case you need more popcorn, Hardman’s biography is being re-released with fresh gossip on November 7, including three shiny new chapters that spill even more tea on Charles and Andrew’s relationship. Spoiler alert: it’s as awkward as a family reunion with no Wi-Fi.
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So, what’s Andrew doing with his newfound independence? He’s apparently guarding his prized collection of historical art and old furniture, now that Charles gave him a choice: move out of his plush Royal Lodge in Windsor to Frogmore Cottage (yep, Harry and Meghan’s old pad). But Andrew – who reportedly poured $9 million into renovations at Royal Lodge – politely declined, or more likely said something like, “I think I’ll pass.”
Now, if you’re picturing a Netflix-style eviction showdown, you’re not far off. The Duke of York took over Royal Lodge in 2003, paying a cool million bucks for it and then around $337,000 in annual rent. He’s sitting tight, keeping a grip on that lease like it’s his last slice of pizza.
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According to Hardman, Andrew had been living the good life since his brother became King – access to all of Windsor’s swanky perks and a £1 million yearly allowance. But when reports started surfacing that Charles wouldn’t renew Andrew’s costly private security contract, you could practically hear the royal purse strings tightening.
By late summer, Charles was done with “Prince Stubborn,” and finally snapped. Andrew, however, had other plans: he would not be moving. Ever. Charles’s patience expired, and he promptly called the Keeper of the Privy Purse with a royal decree: “Cancel that allowance – stat.”
The whole situation, as Hardman describes, is a “mixed blessing.” Sure, Charles is free of his brother’s financial baggage, but the relationship between them is now rockier than a Buckingham Palace driveway. Charles may have handled things, but Andrew’s decision to dig in his heels has left a permanent sour taste in the Windsor family brunch.
The Ghost of Titles Past
And let’s not forget, Andrew’s troubles started well before the royal funds ran dry. His mother, the late Queen Elizabeth, stripped him of his military titles and royal patronages following the Virginia Giuffre lawsuit, which was eventually settled. Andrew has maintained he did nothing wrong, but let’s just say his reputation didn’t walk away unscathed.
So, here we are. Prince Andrew’s future might be looking more Castle-on-a-Budget than Royal Fairytale, but one thing’s for sure: when the British royal family does drama, they do it in style.
Tyler, the Creator is back at it, cruising right to the top of the Billboard 200 with his latest album, CHROMAKOPIA! And he didn’t just coast his way to success—he zoomed to No. 1 with a record-breaking 299,500 equivalent album units. (Yes, you read that right. That’s like if everyone in Cleveland decided to hit “play” on this album at once!)
And here’s the kicker: Tyler pulled this off with just four measly days of tracking! Yep, the album dropped on a Monday (October 28), meaning he only had from then until Thursday to make some serious waves in the music world. For context, most albums release on Fridays and get a whole seven days to claw their way to the top. But who needs a full week when you’re Tyler, right? He just said, “Four days is plenty, thank you very much!”
Not only did CHROMAKOPIA become Tyler’s third album to snatch the No. 1 spot (following Call Me If You Get Lost in 2021 and Igor in 2019), but it also gave him his biggest streaming week ever. This is like Tyler saw his previous records, scoffed, and said, “Pfft, I can do better. Watch this.”
To put it simply: Tyler had us waiting, he gave us four days, and we made it count. So, if you haven’t yet, crank up CHROMAKOPIA and witness the magic. Just know you’re listening to an album so popular, it needed only a long weekend to claim the throne.
The last-minute celebrity cavalry is officially descending for Kamala Harris! Yep, as the election clock ticks down, some A-list glitterati are showing up on the campaign trail with more star power than a Hollywood premiere. Brace yourselves for The Kamala Show, now playing in Pennsylvania on November 4th!
Starting off with the unbeatable duo—Lady Gaga and Oprah Winfrey—rolling into Philadelphia like it’s the Oscars, only with less tuxedos and way more rally signs. The Harris-Walz campaign announced that these two icons will be gracing a rally stage on Monday, and you know it’s going to be wild. Why? Because when you mix Lady Gaga, Oprah, and a political rally, who knows what extravaganza might break out.
But wait, it’s not just Gaga and Oprah bringing the heat to Philly. Oh no, this rally has a guest list worthy of a Grammy after-party. We’re talking Jazmine Sullivan, who’s bound to make everyone’s heart go “Bust Your Windows” with patriotism, and The Roots, hometown heroes ready to serve up beats and democracy. Then, just to make sure no genre gets left out, you’ve got Fat Joe, Freeway, and Just Blaze ready to bring down the house. And what’s a Philly rally without DJ Jazzy Jeff? He’s practically the city’s official DJ! Rounding out this dream team are Adam Blackstone and DJ Cassidy, so expect a live set to rival Coachella.
Meanwhile, over in Pittsburgh, Katy Perry’s taking the stage! Yep, she’s traded her “Roar” tour for the roaring support of voters in the Keystone State. Joining her will be the soulful Andra Day and legendary D-Nice, both ready to turn Pittsburgh into Party Central USA.
But Lady Gaga didn’t stop at the rally RSVP. She decided to rally the internet too. In a very Gaga move, she posted a video, draped in patriotic vibes, telling her fans, “It’s time to #Vote!” followed by a string of emojis because she’s clearly fluent in modern-day hieroglyphics. In the clip, she gives America her best pep talk: “It’s time to get ready to vote. I’ll see you guys in Pennsylvania.” Translation: Pennsylvania, you’re about to get Gaga-ed.
So, if you’re in Pennsylvania and love democracy mixed with a dash of celebrity sparkle, you better be at one of these rallies. And who knows, maybe Oprah will hand out “I Voted” stickers like she hands out cars: “You get a sticker! And YOU get a sticker!”
Oh, the drama! Hugh Jackman, our favorite clawed X-Man with an Aussie accent and a sense of humor sharper than Wolverine’s adamantium, has jumped into the Martha Stewart vs. Ryan Reynolds feud, and it’s giving us life.
Here’s the rundown. Ryan Reynolds, the 48-year-old Deadpool maestro with a sarcasm setting permanently on “extra crispy,” has been Hugh’s friendly nemesis for years. It’s a legendary bromance, complete with social media jabs, fake feuds, and banter sharper than a box of Martha Stewart’s finest kitchen knives. But hold onto your aprons, because Martha herself—yes, that Martha, the queen of garden-to-table glam and OG crafting goddess—has entered the fray.
It turns out Martha and Ryan are neighbors (seriously, what kind of fancy neighborhood is this?), and when asked about Ryan, Martha served up some spice: “Honestly, he’s not that funny.”
Record scratch. Not that funny? Coming from Martha Stewart, that’s like a Michelin chef telling you your toast is burnt. So how did Ryan respond? With the dry wit we know and love, of course. “I’d disagree with her,” he replied, adding, “But I tried that once. The woman is unexpectedly spry. She really closed the gap after a mile or so.”
Yes, you heard that right—Ryan’s saying Martha practically chased him down for daring to have a different opinion. Because who needs to hit the gym when your neighbor is sprinting at you with 80 years of wisdom and probably a rolling pin for emphasis?
And now, enter Hugh Jackman, lurking in the Twitter/X shadows, just waiting for his moment to strike. He sees Ryan’s response and jumps in with the clapback: “Finally, someone says it.”
Oh, Hugh, you shady legend! Is this a playful nudge? A gentle backstab? Or is he just thrilled that someone besides himself is giving Ryan a verbal wedgie? Either way, the internet is losing it, and we’re already pre-ordering popcorn for whatever’s next.
So, will Ryan escalate? Will Martha chase him again? Will Hugh start a knitting circle with Martha just to double down on his betrayal? Stay tuned for more because this A-list roast battle isn’t cooling down anytime soon.
James Van Der Beek just dropped a life update that’s more intense than any plot twist on the creek! The beloved 47-year-old actor, known for having one of the most meme-worthy cry faces in TV history, revealed to People that he’s been grappling with a pretty big opponent: colorectal cancer.
“I have colorectal cancer,” he said, probably with more poise than any of us would muster. But don’t cue the sad music just yet—James has a silver lining to share. “There’s reason for optimism, and I’m feeling good,” he added. And if anyone’s rooting for him, it’s his huge family—wife Kimberly and their six kids (yes, SIX): Olivia, Joshua, Annabel, Emilia, Gwendolyn, and Jeremiah. Talk about a built-in cheer squad!
And while he’s tackling this health journey like a pro, he’s also not slowing down on the acting front. James has been keeping busy on set, because hey, cancer doesn’t mean he’s calling it quits on his career! Recently, he popped up in Walker—because, of course, he’s still here to wow us on screen. And on November 29, he’ll star in Sidelined: The QB and Me, a Tubi original, which sounds just dramatic enough to get our popcorn ready. Not to mention, in December, he’s set to appear on The Real Full Monty, a two-hour event where James and some other brave (and bold) celebs will strip down—yes, you read that right—to raise awareness for men’s cancer testing. Forget method acting; this is dedication.
Joining him for this “au naturel” event are Taye Diggs, Chris Jones, and the king of pizzazz himself, Bruno Tonioli. Now, if that lineup doesn’t make you want to tune in, we don’t know what will.
James is truly leaning on family and staying positive. Between battling cancer, managing six kiddos, and taking the occasional movie role, it’s safe to say he’s juggling a lot more than just lines and lighting these days. Here’s wishing the man who gave us all those memorable Dawson’s Creek moments all the health and happiness as he kicks cancer to the curb—cry face optional!
Pete Davidson, the man who’s seen New York City through thicker eyeliner and thinner jokes, graced Saturday Night Live with his presence for a sketch that’s best described as “Broadway meets… aisle five?”
Here’s What Went Down:
It all started with Pete, fresh out of whatever mysterious hideaway he’s been laying low in (probably somewhere with Wi-Fi and sarcasm), rolling into a Duane Reade. And not just any Duane Reade, but the one nearest to the Port Authority, a place where dreams go to wait for the bus. Enter his partner-in-crime for the evening, John Mulaney, the night’s host, and resident “guy who can make any situation seem like a quirky ‘90s sitcom.”
The sketch, aptly titled “Port Authority Duane Reade” (which deserves an Emmy based on its title alone), began with Mulaney, playing the slightly unhinged cashier who’s got way too much to say about people’s purchases, ringing up Pete and fellow customer Andrew Dismukes. From there, things went from New York to Broadway real quick, in true Mulaney style. Yes, they launched into a musical theater parody marathon, because, obviously.
Musicals, but Make Them… Duane Reade
First up, The Lion King—but not the version you’re thinking of. Kenan Thompson and Ego Nwodim rolled in to serenade the world about… the milk Pete was buying. Yes, you read that right. “Circle of Life” became “Circle of Lactose” and honestly, this is the kind of high-stakes drama that can only happen in a New York pharmacy.
Then, Marcello Hernandez and Mulaney went full Sound of Music on the shampoo aisle, because in case you didn’t know, sometimes they lock up the good stuff. Nothing says The Hills Are Alive quite like searching for a store employee to unlock the Pantene Pro-V.
Meanwhile, Bowen Yang had his priorities straight, skipping the Sydney premiere of Wicked to sing about a day in retail purgatory. He belted out a rendition of “Master of the House” (from Les Misérables) that really should be SNL’s new theme song.
Oh, and it wouldn’t be a Duane Reade sketch without a Chalamet reference. Chloe Fineman and the crew entered, poking fun at a Timothée Chalamet look-a-like contest, because if you’re going to be in New York, you might as well get mistaken for a French heartthrob while picking up your prescriptions.
Roll Credits
It was the chaotic New York parody we all needed. And Pete, who basically embodied the “too cool to care” customer in every city pharmacy, somehow managed to keep a straight face through it all.
So, head over to watch the full sketch, especially if you’ve ever had a cashier judge your shopping cart or stood in line for way too long to buy milk at a Duane Reade. It’s Pete’s world, and we’re all just trying to pay for our overpriced shampoo in it.
Queen Bey just took Halloween up about fifty notches in a jaw-dropping tribute to the one and only Purple One: Prince. That’s right, Beyoncé didn’t just dress up as some cute cat or add devil horns—oh, no, she dove into the archives of funk, glitter, and purple velvet to bring us her best Prince moment, and she owned it.
Now, Beyoncé has a whole track record of iconic Halloween transformations that could practically have their own museum wing. We’re talking about legends here: Janet Jackson, Toni Braxton, Betty Davis, Salt-N-Pepa, Flo Jo—the Hall of Fame for “No One Else Could Pull This Off” kind of costumes. But this year? This one might take the Purple Cake.
And it’s not like she’s a stranger to Prince’s world, either. Flashback to the 2004 GRAMMYs: Bey and Prince are side-by-side on stage, causing a bling overload and possibly making time itself stop for a hot second. She even drops Prince tracks in her own shows like they’re sparkly Easter eggs for her fans. So, yeah, Prince’s influence is a whole thing in Bey’s life.
But, just in case anyone in the #Beyhive forgot how much Bey stans the Purple Majesty himself, she hit Instagram with the full look. Oh, and not to miss a detail, she even gave a salute to Apollonia, one of Prince’s protégés and a legend in her own right. We’re talking leather, lace, and just the right amount of “I could start a revolution if I wanted” flair.
So here’s the Halloween truth: Bey doesn’t just dress up. She turns into entire musical icons for the night, and honestly? Nobody else can keep up.
Cardi B is still floating on cloud nine after her grand debut as the unofficial hype-woman for Kamala Harris at a rally in Milwaukee. Seriously, she may have just hit a personal high in political queen behavior!
The “WAP” rapper, never one to miss a beat (or a moment to get candid with her fans), took to social media to reflect on her decision to throw her full support behind the Democratic nominee. As November 5 inches closer and Donald Trump starts to sweat under that orange glow, Cardi is doubling down on her mission to get her fans fired up for Harris.
And before any doubters even have a chance to roll their eyes and mutter “paycheck,” Cardi wasted zero time shutting down those rumors. “I didn’t get a dime, honey,” she insists. Meanwhile, Kamala’s got a red-carpet list of supporters—from Beyoncé to Taylor Swift to Harrison Ford—who are also pushing for a political plot twist come Election Day.
The full tea is down below…
Taking to her Instagram soapbox (as one does), Cardi shared:
“Last night was one of those ‘pinch me’ moments I feel like I’ve been waiting for my whole life! And if you know me, you know I’m a full-on history nerd—yes, really! I’ve been going off about politics on all my platforms for years, so this felt like a dream come true. I’m beyond grateful to have met and learned so much from VP Kamala Harris. Listen, Tuesday is coming, and we gotta make it count! I know Kamala’s the one to lead us there. And YES—I wrote my speech down ‘cause I didn’t want to miss a single word, okayyy! I’m proud of myself, y’all don’t even know… And no, I didn’t get paid a dime. I actually paid for my glam and travel out of my own pocket!”
Cardi B: making history while serving looks and delivering speeches—no sponsorships needed!
Chappell Roan rode into Saturday Night Live on November 2 with all the flair of a rhinestone cowboy (and way better music, thank you very much). Sure, her journey to SNL fame had a few bumps and bruises, but once she hit that iconic stage, it was smooth as a fresh jar of peanut butter.
With the wind of her blockbuster album, The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess, blowing in her favor, Roan wasn’t just there to perform; she was there to make a statement. She launched into “Pink Pony Club” with the kind of gusto that would make even the most jaded New Yorker stop scrolling on their phone and pay attention. And just when the audience was catching its breath, she hit them with a new track, “The Giver”—and boy, did she give.
But it wasn’t just Roan serving up surprises! In a plot twist only SNL could deliver, Vice President Kamala Harris popped up in a surprise cameo, reminding America of a small event coming up soon—oh, right, the U.S. election! Because if there’s one thing we needed on a night of musical magic and rhinestone dreams, it was the VP herself giving us a nudge toward the polls.
All in all, it was a wild night of high kicks, harmonies, and a healthy dose of democracy. 🎤
Just days before the November 5 U.S. presidential election – when the fate of America would rest on the power of our ballots and possibly the strength of our memes – Kamala Harris decided to let loose in the most iconic way: by turning up on Saturday Night Live to show off her comedic chops.
Yes, after a grueling campaign filled with debates, rallies, and enough Zoom calls to make a WiFi router weep, Kamala sashayed into Studio 8H on November 2 to give us a taste of her humor. Teaming up with Maya Rudolph – who’s been impersonating her all season long like she was born to do it – Kamala joined the comedy queen to drop some serious laughs…and a few lighthearted jabs at her political rival, the one and only Donald Trump.
The highlight? Kamala didn’t just laugh – she put her famous laugh on display, full force, and leaned into every snicker, chuckle, and chortle with the kind of confidence that says, “Yes, I know my laugh has become legendary, and I’m here to embrace it.” She even dropped a promise: if elected, she’d put an end to what she hilariously called the “drama-la,” a pledge that had audiences rolling and probably had some drama queens across the land feeling a bit nervous.
So, live from New York – with the potential future Vice President on deck – it was Kamala doing her thing, adding some last-minute laughs to the campaign countdown.
So here’s the tea: In a recent interview, the 83-year-old legend of all things lifestyle, Martha Stewart, spilled some shade about her buddy-next-door, Mr. Deadpool himself, Ryan Reynolds. Now, we all know Ryan’s the king of sarcasm, but Martha’s got a few notes. Apparently, Ryan is “not so funny” in real life. She didn’t stop there, adding that while he can act funny, he might need a refresher course on actual comedy. Ouch! Martha wrapped it up with, “Maybe he can get to be funny again.” Oh, Martha, tell us how you really feel!
Of course, Ryan, 48, couldn’t let that slide without a classic Reynolds clapback. Taking to X (yes, we’re still calling it Twitter in spirit), he dropped some prime sarcasm. “I’d disagree with her,” he wrote. “But I tried that once. The woman is unexpectedly spry. She really closed the gap after a mile or so.”
Translation: Martha Stewart’s got stamina, and Ryan’s out here looking over his shoulder when he jogs through the neighborhood. Imagine seeing these two power-walk-racing past your house—Martha, with her garden shears at the ready, and Ryan realizing he should’ve trained harder.
The moral? Never underestimate the endurance of Martha Stewart… or her gift for a well-timed roast.
I’d disagree with her. But I tried that once. The woman is unexpectedly spry. She really closed the gap after a mile or so.
Tom Hiddleston is back—and this time, he’s not playing a god of mischief (unless life itself counts). Instead, he’s pirouetting through Stephen King’s latest...
