I could watch Jennifer Anniston all day. In fact I may do just that. Join me.

Did you catch all the fascinating and fiesty debate here last week about Jennifer vs Angelina? I read every word and changed my mind several times while reading comments. But if I had to choose between Team Anniston and Team Jolie? I could not. I am a card-carrying member of both. More than any other female celebrities, these two are consistently the ones I'm most keen to read about and look at pictures of (also Gwyneth - common denominator seems to be Women Who Have Slept With Brad Pitt - although not so interested in Juliette Lewis...).
Anyway. In a BEAUTIFUL piece of timing because it's the only TV interview she couldn't possibly cancel. Jen was booked to do Oprah the day after the Vogue interview came out last week. Oprah goes there in a way only Oprah can. And Jennifer comes across magnificently.
 Here's part 1.....part 2 and 3 after the jump.....

Can you name the man in this picture with Heidi Klum?*

Women know a lot of drivel about celebrities. Men, generally, do not. I have struggled with this concept over the years, trying in vain to understand the evolutionary purpose of retaining information as pertinent as Heidi Klum’s relationship history and the fact that Billy Bob Thornton has a phobia about antiques. I don’t even LIKE Billy Bob Thornton. And yet still I know about the antiques.

This does not make me better than someone who’s blissfully ignorant of such things. It makes me worse. Particularly because this inane knowledge is squatting on valuable mental real estate that should be occupied by more relevant things like where the hell I parked my car at Westfield.

From a Darwinist perspective, it makes no sense either. Knowing that Winona Ryder and Gwyneth Paltrow used to be best friends until Gwyneth stole Winona’s script for Shakespeare In Love, won the part and an Oscar….is that going to help me survive a potato famine? Possible but unlikely.

PHOTOSHOP AWARDS: Who am I?

Not Happy, Jen.

Actually, it's Jen that's not happy. She's spoken to US Vogue about Angelina's recent comments to the New York Times that "it will be cool one day for our kids to see Mr & Mrs Smith and see the movie where Mummy and Daddy fell in love."
Oh Jen, you were doing SO WELL but putting that shit behind you. SO WELL with STARTING to not be defined by what you weren't (i.e married to Brad and the mother of his babies) - also, married at all and the mother of any babies.
But now? Now you've dropped your bundle to a journalist about how pissed you are with Angelina. After the journalist asked her about Angelina, Jen asked that the tape recorder be turned off while she said some stuff. I am devastated that I will never know exactly what that stuff was but I will try to be strong. Then she agreed to turn it back on and go on the record with the following:

"There was stuff printed there that was definitely from a time when I was unaware that it was happening," Aniston says. "I felt those details were a little inappropriate to discuss. That stuff about how she couldn't wait to get to work every day? That was really uncool."

Sunday Rose and Nicole on Oprah......

Possibly, Oprah is sleeping with Baz Lurhman. I can think of no other explanation for the way she totally loses her shit about Australia, his new movie. Not only did she devote an entire show to it yesterday in the US, she DID NOT STOP RAVING ABOUT IT. Anyway. Nicole showed her a picture of Sunday Rose.

And here it is:

After the jump, a clip from the show......Nicole is very sweet about Sunday....and talks about the birth, Keith's rehab and why she was so skinny during her pregnancy.....

Madonna, Britney and Justin - the videos.

Here are some audience videos of Madonna's duets with Britney and Justin.

Meg? Annette? Are you in there?

It’s not often I walk out of a movie feeling annoyed. It’s not often I walk out of a movie at all because to walk out, you have to be there in the first place. Films are too long and my concentration span is too short so I don’t do the movie thing much. But this week, I went to see The Women and I walked out before the end.*

I’ll skip the part where I thought the script was lame, the plot patronising and the characters paper-thin because I’m not a movie critic. Nor have I seen the original 1930s film on which this re-make was based. However. I do have eyes and some brain cells, all of which were unimpressed by the frozen faces of the women in The Women.

Shall we start with Meg Ryan? Let’s. I loved her in When Harry Met Sally. She was real. Vulnerable, quirky, unique, funny. A few years ago, Meg must have decided she didn’t like her lips. Too thin. Or perhaps she started worrying about the longevity of her career as a leading lady. Or maybe she was just having an ugly day. It happens. But somehow, it all translated into a decision to change her face. Now she looks generic, not unique. In The Women she resembles a Victoria’s Secret model, unrecognisable from her Sally days. I wonder if that was the point.

Ahhhh, romance.

Amy Winehouse's husband Blake Fielder-Civil is out of jail and has this to say to the Sun newspaper about his year behind bars:
"It’s tough inside — bloody horrible, but I’m out and that’s all that matters. It’s brilliant. I’m gonna get myself sorted. I’m gonna get my life back. I’m gonna see my wife and take her knickers down."

Yeah. That's a top idea. Sex is exactly what she needs.

Quick quiz: just look at the face and tell me, who is this?

The most uncomfortable interview ever.

Well, it's certainly the worst one Michael Parkinson says he's ever done. Not that he was bad, just that Meg Ryan was....difficult. It's from 2006 but a few commenters on the Frockwatch post of Meg Ryan and Queen Noor reminded me about it and I thought it was worth posting.
Also because I went to see The Women a few days ago and IT WAS SO BAD it has prompted me to write an entire column about it for this weekend's paper......