He's the most mysterious new character on this season of The Masked Singer, and we know the least about him, but that hasn't stopped EW from figuring out Cluedle-Doo's true identity. We believe when the wacky rooster with a penchant for giving clues and causing mayhem is unmasked, panelist Jenny McCarthy-Wahlberg is in for quite a shock. Why? Because Cluedle-Doo has got to be none other than her husband, actor, producer, and former New Kids on the Block singer Donnie Wahlberg.
Who’s up for the Best Supporting Actor Oscar When is an eight-time Oscar nominee a first-time nominee? When the person in question is PAUL NEWMAN and the category is Best Supporting Actor. Though he’s received eight nods over the last 45 years (and won for 1986’s ”The Color of Money”), Newman has never been recognized in this race. (Though come to think of it, the guy hasn’t exactly built his career on supporting roles.
Whoopi Goldberg wants Donald Trump to dig deep into his pockets to literally pay for his ongoing courtroom chaos. The View moderator cued up footage of Trump leaving court earlier this week, telling audiences that "it was another bad day" for the former president amid his legal troubles, which include indictments for everything from alleged efforts to unfairly overturn the 2020 election to conspiracy to commit forgery and more. "He was fined when he disparaged a law clerk, but it didn't stop him from spewing more nonsense when he stomped out of the courtroom,"
Whatever happened to standards? In the world in which I was raised, if you went to see a movie called Whore, and it was rated R (or, in this case, NC-17, which sounds even more promising), and it was directed by that veteran of highfalutin kink Ken Russell, and it starred — excuse me, but I’m going to step out of my mature, measured role as critic and make a sexist comment — someone as totally hot as Theresa Russell, well, if you went to see that movie, you could rest assured it wasn’t going to be boring.
The lifesavers on NBC’s ”ER” (Thurs. 10 p.m.) are undergoing a medical emergency of their own. With series staple Anthony Edwards (Dr. Mark Greene) preparing to vacate Cook County General very soon, the show is scrambling to find the right doc to don his scrubs even as other cast members make for the exit… or at least try to. In a surprising move, producers recently flip-flopped on the farewell of longtimer Eriq La Salle (Dr.
Why ”Lizzie McGuire” isn’t subtle porn Some advice: Don’t try to start a conversation with the line ”I’m a 27-year-old man, and I really enjoyed ‘The Lizzie McGuire Movie.”’ Never mind the threat of arrest: Admitting to a more-or-less unironic enjoyment of a diversion designed specifically for tweens (the magic marketing word for the nebulous 8-to-14 demo) will net you nothing but suspicious looks. And that’s as it should be.
Sure, profanity is bad, kids — but someone has to draw the line on self-censorship. No longer content to wait for the FCC to issue its pricey indecency fines, some programmers are making preemptive cuts to potentially objectionable song lyrics. And a few of the changes are killing our summer-music buzz. In the hip-hop world, where raunch is the name of the game, Jay-Z has ”99 problems, but a [blank] ain’t one” (or so it goes on stations like Las Vegas’ KLUC).
”Pirates”: Why Davy Jones looks so amazing For years, Hollywood folks have been talking about creating "virtual actors." But every time someone uses CG trickery to try creating photographically real humans—for instance, in Final Fantasy and The Polar Express — the characters wind up looking like creepy automatons with weirdly dead eyes. Realistic? More like cadaverous. (Princess Fiona and her parents in the Shrek movies have come closer to the mark than anything else so far.
The first time that I heard about The Human Centipede (First Sequence), the notorious 2010 anatomical-nightmare horror movie, it was in the offices of EW, where a slightly freaked-out Clark Collis had just returned from a screening of it. I knew that Clark, like me, was an aficionado of all things cinematically dark and twisted, and I also knew that he tends to maintain a certain wisecracking-through-the-gallows sense of humor about this sort of thing.
Close your eyes and think of your most dreaded phobia. Now imagine if a major cable network decided to create a series by which even a quick glance at the lead character would conjure up said phobia, sending you down a spiral of throat-clenching, palm-sweating, head-spinning terror. Would you pull your favorite Iyanla Vanzant self-help book off the shelf, hoping to use the show as an opportunity to face (and possibly overcome) your darkest fears?