Brangelina

November 16, 2009

Brangefugn...Zzzzzz...

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BRAD: This artwork is so... right here.

ANGELINA: If I look for ten more seconds, is that polite enough?
 
BRAD: Boring.

ANGELINA: Must remember to blink.

BRAD: I hope I didn't leave any dinner in my beard.

ANGELINA Thank God, I look sufficiently boring and skinny. No one's going to pay attention to me when Brad is growing goat hair on his face.

BRAD: This thing itches. I wonder if it's rude to scratch it.

ANGELINA: Shoot, did I leave my sex-swing on?

BRAD: And I have that Miley Cyrus song in my head. Resisting... urge... to sing...

ANGELINA: I hope I didn't forget to take my knives out from under my pillow.

BRAD: Hurry up, Angie, walk away so that I can, too.

ANGELINA: Come on, Brad, move along. I'm waiting.

BRANGELINA: YAWN.

November 4, 2009

Infugreious Bastfegs

Can we all just take a second to absorb what Brad Pitt has done to his facial hair?

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[Photo: Splash News]

Yes. I believe those are wee goatee ponytails. Or maybe he's considering making an attempt at face-dreads? Am I allowed to pretend that this is either leftover from Halloween, or that he lost some crazy bet with Pax? Yes. Yes, let's all make a pact to agree that this is the off-spring of a bet. Oh my god, I feel better now.


We've said before we're tired of Angelina Jolie wearing the same boring array of colors -- but when the black dress she's squeezed into is made of LEATHER, well, I am totally on board. Because if ever there were a girl born to wear leather or a leather-like substance, it's Angelina. I don't care if it's a put-on or her actual personality; the woman leaks biker-chick from her pores so copiously that she might as well come with a factory-installed kick-stand and a sidecar.

So, for the most part, I loved the badass simplicity of this.

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But I am not so sold on the pockets. On the red carpet, I think pockets are the devil. Given the amount I catch myself idly hanging my fingers out of my jeans pockets when I'm just in line at the supermarket, I cannot imagine how tempting it would be to fiddle with them when I'm stuck at an unending photo opportunity where everyone is screaming my name. Mercifully, I will never find out -- but judging from this photo, even Angelina is not immune to jamming her hands in her pockets for lack of any better idea about what to do with them. I guess it shows them off as a feature of the dress -- although in a tight leather frock, what could you keep in there but a bill and maybe a Listerine pocket pack? -- but the conundrum is: Fiddle with them, and look a bit like you're throwing secret gang signs, or don't touch them and risk them flapping open and giving your hips a weird contour. What's a girl to do? Methinks maybe just don't wear something with pockets. Especially when you are Angelina Jolie, and you have a giant man pocket walking beside you in the form of Brad Pitt.

July 29, 2009

Inglourious Basfuggs

The Inglourious Basterds premiere in Germany was just a sight to behold, you guys. I wish we could have been there! For one thing, we could have told Diane Kruger that she looks very pretty:

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And then we could have whispered in the bathroom that we weren't WHOLLY sure about her hair, but LA LA LA LA WHERE'S PACEY? (Accessorizing herself with Josh Jackson was like the smartest thing ol' Krug has done in years, by the way. Well, along with starring in the National Treasure movies, which somehow manage to be WRETCHED and yet also amazing and hilarious at the same time.)

And then we could have yammered about this poor hot man, who was constantly being yelled at:

This was a Fug-or-Fab post originally, but I typed myself out of it. Because once I listed the pros -- it's not black, it's not a caftan -- I ran out of juice compared with all the things that bugged me about this:

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[Photo: WENN.com]

I wish Angelina had gone with the original runway version of this Versace gown, which was a really pretty gray-blue color. It's not like the woman can't wear pigment -- she just chooses not to, for reasons neither I nor probably Lucy Liu will ever understand (and I wish it hadn't taken me 47 minutes to realize I left out that hotlink, without which the sentence made no sense; awesome).

Plus, the flesh tone is creating a few problems here:

1) We might be able to see her nipples. I don't think we ACTUALLY can -- I checked other photos and nothing mammarial appeared to be making itself known -- but even if it's an optical illusion, I FEEL like I am getting an up-close and highly personal glimpse of some Private Boob. Were this not in such an eerily accurate flesh tone, I probably wouldn't be giving this a second look.

2) Factoring in the slit and the fact that I believe I can also see her belly-button contours, Angie just looks naked, full-stop. Which is probably not an issue for HER, since I bet she wouldn't care that much if she accidentally did live out that old nightmare where it turns out you've shown up at the most important event of your life without a stitch on, because she is Angelina Jolie, and I suspect nothing fazes her. Seriously, I bet I could walk up to her and say, "Aliens tell me they'd like to juice your calves and serve them with squash blossoms," and she'd be all, "Nice," and then we'd go our separate ways and it wouldn't even make her rundown of Funny Things That Happened Today To Tell Brad About While We're Recuperating From Wild Animal Sex.

3) Somehow, in spite of all that, it STILL comes off kind of... boring. How is that possible, in light of the aforementioned nude illusions? And the fact that it's slit up to her baby factory? How can one be a NAKED FRUMP?

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BRAD PITT: Bonjour, Diane.

DIANE KRUGER: You are hilarious.

BRAD: Why, whatever do you mean?

DIANE: The ascot? HILARIOUS. You look so SUAVE. Like you just slithered off your yacht.

BRAD: But you like it when Pacey does this. And I don't have a yacht.

DIANE: Let me put it this way. I didn't say I DIDN'T like it. I said it's HILARIOUS. Pacey also finds it hilarious. I just treasure you, Brad.

BRAD: Angelina laughed when she saw it, too. What's so funny about a well-tied scarf?

DIANE: It's just that...you're so...it's really....let's just say it's charming, and it delights me.

BRAD: Are you patronizing me, Kruger?

DIANE: No! Maybe a little. But I mean it. It's DELIGHTFUL. Can't you see I am delighted?

BRAD: It's costume-y, isn't it? I KNEW IT. Clooney told me it made me look more masculine than I'd ever been.

DIANE: Oh, Brad. Don't trust him.

BRAD: He did also ask when we were sailing to Capri for the season....I thought he meant it. That sounds fun, right? I thought it would be fun.

DIANE: Shhh. You're so pretty.

BRAD: So are you, actually.

DIANE: Oh, I know!
OK, Angelina. Baby steps. We're taking baby steps. Which I guess is appropriate, since you've got seventeen actual babies running around your house showing you how to take them.

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We've got a slice of color here, AND presumably a dress that is on the right way around (unlike her blue SAG dress, although I'm not entirely sure I blame her for that, considering the deep plunge V in the front -- which she made the back -- would have exposed pretty much her entire torso and 95 percent of her breasts).

And yet I'm not sure I can get on board the SS Sunshine Strip here. I keep wishing she'd had it hemmed just a fraction above the knee -- or, alternatively, worn saucier shoe with a more painfully high heel to sex it up a bit. As is, the ensemble comes off slightly dowdy. It's all an example of an interesting theory not particularly well executed -- I can see fab elements that, regrettably, for me don't add up to an unforgettable whole.

Things DO get a bit cheeky when we switch to a rear view, though:
Okay. We all knew this conversation was coming. We've got to talk about Angie:

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SNORESVILLE. We got an email when I said that her dress at the Globes was dull, accusing me of being a psychotic Jennifer Aniston fan who never misses a chance to attack Angie, and I'd like to say right here and now that nothing could be farther from the truth: I think Angelina is crazy hot and charismatic, and I actually think she's a sort of fascinating creature. Which is why I wish she'd turn it up a notch at these things. DUDE. You're ANGELINA JOLIE. You travel the world with your dashing life partner and adorable children, saving humanity, and you once walked around with Billy Bob Thornton's blood in a vial around your neck and made out with your own brother. YOU'RE MORE INTERESTING THAN THIS. Even if it IS comfortable.

January 21, 2009

The Fugling

I suppose when you have six children, several large mansions that include some kind of residential palace in France, and enough money that you can give away seven figures to charity with heartening regularity, it MIGHT seem frivolous to spend money on a tailor.

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[Photo: Splash News]

But on the other hand, she'll be spending about the SAME amount of money on dry-cleaning all the dirt and shoe-prints off her pants hems. Unless she was planning to let Maddox solve the problem with a pair of scissors and a stapler.

Parenthetically, YAWN. With the helmet hair and the floaty pantsuit, she looks a bit like a "mature" character on an '80s soap, the likes of which is shown getting out of bed with full face-paint, coif, and jewels intact, and is always shot in soft-focus or with a camera lens that's been tongue-kissed -- and maybe groped within an inch of third base -- by a vat of Vaseline. Now, given that, it says a LOT that I am bored by Angie's outfit. With that kind of mental image, I SHOULD be graduating to fantasies of this fictional soap matriarch planning toxic revenge while pouring brandy out of a crystal decanter that then gets heaved at a nearby fireplace, or urging her to light some hate candles and burn down the country club. Instead I just kind of want her to reclaim her still-blooming youth and let Emma Samms** take care of the rest of this part.

** So, weirdly, it's a total coincidence that this post AND Jessica's Kerry Washington post both reference Emma Samms. Who knew she was so close to both our hearts? Apparently our occasional GFY Mind Meld currently is focused on Former General Hospital and Models Inc. Stars Who Briefly Served As Dodgy Dynasty Recasts And Have Also Appeared In A John Candy Movie. As such, we've decided to honor Emma Samms with her very own poll. Congratulations, Emma.

Brad and Angelina had a big night at the Globes. Well, neither of them won anything. But they expended a lot of energy not talking to Ryan Seacrest on the red carpet, and that had to take it out of them. While I found the long stretch of that telecast where he chased them around and they pretended he didn't exist AMAZING in the moment, and I think we all kind of enjoyed seeing poor Ryan get it handed to him a bit, in retrospect it kind of made Brangelina look a wee bit douchey. I mean, come on: it's SEACREST. He's harmless. He doesn't even get to go inside the hotel. Throw the kid a bone. That way, later, you can congratulate yourself on being so gracious and being smug is really fun. Unlike your outfits, I feel:

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Okay, okay: Brad looks great. He looks like...Brad Pitt. Angie, on the other hand....meh. You know? A particularly wise reader emailed us on Monday and pointed out that while the tabloids seem to think that Angelina and Aniston are the most interesting people in the world, they certainly don't dress like it. And I am inclined to agree. I mean, should not Angelina Jolie, one of the most beautiful women alive, who is living, by all accounts, a very interesting life, be able to engender more than a  "....meh"?  Also -- I'LL JUST SAY IT -- I think this dress makes her look kind of boxy. SHE'S NOT.  SHE'S ANGELINA JOLIE. SHE'S HOT. I mean, I get that she is More Interested In Saving The Children or whatever than her outfits on a day-to-day basis and I agree that's probably the right order of priorities, but I still sort of want to see her sweep into places looking magically gorgeous in, like....a color? You know? Why can't she just give me what I want? I'M the Seacrest over here, all chasing after her being like, "ANGIE, ANGIE, PLEASE TRY A NICE PEACOCK BLUE? OR A YELLOW? HOW'S ABOUT A NICE YELLOW? HELLO? HELLO? HEY!" Sigh. Alas.

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