Talk about the eighth world Wonda. Queen of the night Janelle Monáe invited a few lucky ghouls to a secret location in Santa Monica for the ultimate haunt on La Playa. I’ve never been one to miss an exorcism, so I made my way post haste.
I’m a no sabo. Me, Jennifer Lopez, and Jenny Ortega. While I may not be fluent in Spanish, I know that mas es mejorar.
It’s hard to have the blues when your community’s with you.
Stepping into the premiere of Luca Guadagnino’s After the Hunt, my expectations were high. I’ve seen and adored so much of his oeuvre, and Julia Roberts never misses, so I expected a knockout.
And knocked out I was.
Imagine sitting in a pitch meeting 10 years ago and hearing about a show where celebrities come in and eat chicken, and leave in a flop sweat.
There’s nothing wispy about these Willows.
It didn’t take much to get my ass in the seat for this one. Jordan Peele is the preeminent horror director of our time, and even without that caveat, he’s in the upper echelon of Hollywood filmmaking talent, so him producing this film made it frankly unmissable.
Is there any place sunnier than Malibu?
They had me at Nashville. When I got the invite from Dreamliner to tour their home base in Music City, I didn’t hesitate.
America runs on Dunkin’ and rooftop Kahlúa. Gorgeous surroundings keep me running, too.
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