Anne Hathaway

The Baroque Beauty of Deception: Little White Lies, Elaborately Embroidered

The honorable Anne Hathaway.
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The honorable Anne Hathaway.

Last week I wore a pair of six-inch Lanvin sling-back stilettos while hosting a fashion show in Dallas. They looked great with my new Band of Outsiders jacket. I told the assembled crowd of socialites that it was the only way I could see over the lectern, which was true-ish. It was all fairly transparent. Anyone could see that I invented this excuse in order to walk the runway wearing those insane shoes and have my Linda Evangelista moment.

I’m a big believer in excuses. The more baroque, the better. I see them as a form of politeness.  read more »

Hathaway to Battle in Bride Wars

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Yep, the big-teethed, Devil Wears Prada sweetie Anne Hathaway will get out the claws for her role in Bride Wars, which will be directed by the guy who brought us 13 Going on 30. Hathaway will play a bff to blondie Kate Hudson (you know, Goldie's daughter who got an Oscar nod for her role in Almost Famous?) until they realize their weddings fall on the same day.  read more »

Austen in Love

Jane, oh! Hathaway and McEvoy.
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Jane, oh! Hathaway and McEvoy.

Anne Hathaway is gorgeous, smart as young Jane in Julian Jarrold’s Becoming Jane, an admirably intended tribute to Jane Austen.  read more »

New York World

Purrs like a kitten! Ed Harris plays a widowed car salesman in a solo performance in Neal LaBute
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Purrs like a kitten! Ed Harris plays a widowed car salesman in a solo performance in Neal LaBute

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The Devil Is a Dominatrix, But Streep’s No Real Surprise

Meryl Streep in <i>Devil</i>.
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Meryl Streep in Devil.

David Frankel’s The Devil Wears Prada, from a screenplay by Aline Brosh McKenna, is loosely ba  read more »

The Transom


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The Cockpit: Hey, What About The Fishing?

An irregular dispatch from our men's blog, The Cockpit:
Gaping Plot Holes Well, I finally went and saw that movie with the cowboys in love or the sheepherders in love or whatever. SPOILER ALERT: So it turns out they're gays! It's like The Crying Game, I guess, except they don't try to fool you into thinking Heath Ledger's a chick. But--SPOILER ALERT NO. 2!--one thing kept bugging me: Why didn't they do any fishing? I mean, there wasn't any crystal meth and Viagra in the Wyoming backcountry in the '70s, right? So sooner or later, you gotta crawl out of the tent and kill some time. And they're supposed to be a coupla normal red-blooded guys from the American West, except for the man-on-man stuff, which, whatever, that's where everybody wears chaps and womenfolk are scarce, so maybe that too, right, Kemosabe? Anyway. Point is, what else is there to do in the middle of nowhere all weekend? Get drunk? Shoot the shit? Have brunch? Whaddya think straight guys do on their fishing trips? They were even camped out by the riverside. Get out your poles, already, fellas! --Tom "Nice Pair on Anne Hathaway, Bro" Scocca