Jennifer Lawrence. She’s like the drunk that refuses to leave the party and is convinced she is utterly hilarious. Not.

Jessica Chastain, the Self-Congratulatory.

Amy Adams is like the weekend guest that never leaves.

Don’t know if this is hate but I do wish James McAvoy would dial it way, way, way the fuck back. Like to about an 11.

Jesse Eisenberg can go suck an egg!

She drives me nuts. What is she, 12? She acts like a 47 y/o.

For some incomprehensible reason I discover I am brimming with joyous tears....!

Mia Farrow and André Previn

Deranged.

I know, right??

“Sarah deserves all the goddamn jewels!!!”

“The amount of time I spend moisturizing, I am ready to play 17 at a moment’s notice. Ready. I’ve got the Botox out.”

I guess Kissing Timothee Chalamet must really be something…

...pretty sure Bradley Cooper is engaged to Amy Schumer.

Ladoop.

It always amazes me that someone who has managed to achieve such incredible success in a treacherous arena like entertainment could be so clueless in discerning legitimacy in a romantic situation...

How anyone manages to stomach this kind of grandiose, self-conscious melodrama as entertainment is utterly beyond me.

Thank you. Have yet to see Kidding, but I do hope we can be allowed to have one good, decent, inspirational thing (like Mr. Rogers and WYBMN) without some auteur lurching to dismantle and debase it as quickly as possible.

Perhaps Mom & Dad kept a stack of books by the toilet when you were a child...?

I find that frequently eating oranges, especially first thing in the AM, helps to keep things “moving” in the bowel zone. It’s like it keeps things, er... slippery.