Showing posts with label Johnny Depp. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Johnny Depp. Show all posts

Sunday, June 5, 2016

Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

Y’all, it’s getting messy. And, while I love a good mess (as long as I don’t have to clean it up), this is almost too messy even for me – perhaps because it involves my beloved, John Christopher Depp. Now, there’s no secret within the ATG nation that Johnny Depp is the only man I’ve ever loved (total lie); still, I’m going to try to be entirely objective here.

But, in the event that I fail in my endeavor to be impartial, let me preface this all by saying (a) no one knows what happens behind closed doors and (b) domestic violence is never okay.

Now that we’ve covered that, let’s try to make some sense out of this mess “we” (royal we) find ourselves in. And we begin with this: Johnny Depp is back on the market. Quite honestly, I was a bit surprised that he ever found himself off the market. I really thought that he would choose life as a perpetual bachelor over life as the ball to someone’s chain (or vice versa). But he proved me wrong last year by making an honest(ish) woman (there was still that unfortunate Australian dog-smuggling incident) out of his one-and-only, Amber Heard. Wedded bliss didn’t last long, however, as barely a year after they tied the knot, she has officially filed for divorce. Must’ve been a slip knot because that undying, passionate, everlasting love definitely seems to have slipped away.

And apparently it slipped away TWO DAYS after Johnny’s beloved mother died. Yep, Amber filed for divorce two days after Betty Sue’s death.

Man, that’s cold. Mourning the loss of the only person who has ever shown you unconditional love? The woman that you have such a creepy and unhealthy close relationship with that you have her name carved into your body? You say your life will never, ever be the same? Oh, sorry to hear that. Anyway, let me break your heart some more; here are papers saying that I no longer want anything to do with you because I find everything about you offensive and irreconcilable. And you smell bad.

Don't we all have owed-to-our-moms tattooed on our arms?

Your timing could probably be improved upon there, Amber.

To be fair, the timing of the filing of the divorce papers, and ensuing restraining order, allegedly coincides with Johnny hitting Amber in the face with his iPhone. And if he did actually intentionally throw something at her head, then he absolutely got what he deserved—two days after his mom’s death or not. On the other hand, maybe it didn’t happen exactly like she intimates. Perhaps he was just really fed up with his phone. I’ve certainly been irritated enough with my own cellular torture device to consider throwing it across the room (#firstworldproblems). I don’t throw it, of course, because I can’t afford to replace it, but I promise you, if I were a multimillionaire, Samsung would have made a pretty penny off of me and my phone-destroying anger. Point is, maybe it was an accident. Or maybe, crazy thought, he didn’t even do it. Isn’t there something about innocent until proven guilty? (Sorry, I’m in law school.)

The happy couple back when they were, well, happy.
Yes, I know that she's too pretty for him.

Obviously I don’t know what the Depps’ relationship was like. As much as I would like to be able to say that I’ve been behind Johnny’s closed doors (euphemistically speaking or otherwise), I haven’t. Perhaps the Depps had an incredibly volatile relationship, as the missus alleges. Or perhaps it wasn’t quite as dramatic as is being perpetuated. There are certainly a few people coming to Johnny’s defense. Character witnesses obviously don’t provide hardcore, case-closed evidence, but they can certainly help—unless you’re Kim Kardashian. There’s simply nothing anyone could say to make that better.

Anyway, one of these aforementioned character witnesses wrote an op-ed about how Johnny’s inner-circle disliked his wife choices from the beginning; how they knew she was bad news, a “manipulative a-hole.” And how she threatened to lie about her devoted husband publicly if he didn’t meet her demands. This implies, of course, that these allegations are all a huge ploy to get her more money in the divorce. I’m not saying that’s her motivation. I don’t know. What I do know, however, is that she’s asking for $50,000. PER. MONTH. ($10,000 per month of which she needs for entertainment, gifts and vacations; and another $10,000 for miscellaneous expenses, including pet supplies and agent fees.) Let me do that math for you. That’s $600,000 per year. Not a bad payday for a year’s worth of marriage, i.e. “work.” HOWEVER, I should also mention that the friend making these allegations is now being sued by the former Mrs. Depp for defamation (and intentional infliction of emotional distress), so I’ll probably just leave that there.

BUT, Johnny has yet another character witness: his baby mama, Vanessa Paradis. Ms. Paradis wrote a letter chronicling what a great man her children’s father is and how she’s never seen the violent behavior he’s being accused of. Now, considering that Johnny and his (momentary) sweetheart, Amber Heard, met and (allegedly) began their more-than-emotional affair while he was still with Vanessa, this letter can be read one of two ways. She’s either 1) an incredibly classy woman who is able to put any hard feelings aside in order to defend a man who’s being unfairly persecuted, OR 2) taking the opportunity to really stick it to the woman who ruined her life, truth be damned. I’m slightly inclined to believe the former, which is either because a) I’m entirely biased, or b) because this guy has been in the spotlight for years and years. And years. And, during those years and years—and years—he’s had many high-profile, long-term relationships (Winona Ryder, anyone?); it’s hard for me to believe that if he had a propensity for violence, it wouldn’t have come up before. Winona had nothing to gain by keeping quiet – remember, this was when she was famous and didn’t need his fame/money. And she stayed with him forever. As did Vanessa.

Johnny and Vanessa BA, Before Amber

The Letter

Amber, on the other hand, needs both Johnny’s fame and money (evidenced by her extraordinary spousal-support request). What does she really have going for her besides being Johnny Depp’s (former) wife? I can see why she would want to milk it for everything she could – not that I’m saying this is what’s happening.

  If a man feels the need to wear elevator shoes when he's with you,  
 it probably doesn't bode well for the success of your relationship.  

BUT, lest ATG be accused of being unbalanced (other than emotionally, of course), I should also mention that Amber too has a character witness: her neighbor and best friend, Raquel Rose Pennington. Raquel lives next door to the Depps and, according to her, came over during the alleged phone attack, entered the condo with her own private key, and found Johnny standing over his beloved with a “magnum sized wine bottle” before “smashing everything he could.” That sounds fairly unpleasant. I can see how that would scare a person, even inspire her to file for divorce two days after his mom died.

So to wrap it up in a pretty pink bow, I’m not saying that Jamber didn’t have a volatile relationship, or even that Mrs. Jamber’s contentions are false. Let’s be honest, Johnny’s never seemed particularly well-balanced, which is probably why he’s such an amazing actor. Given his involvement with the Viper Room and apparent unwillingness to bathe, it’s not hard to imagine that he has a codependent relationship with not only women, but also drugs/alcohol. And then, of course, there was the added issue of his mom’s illness and impending death which was likely weighing heavily on him. Maybe he just snapped (not that I’m making excuses for him).

Or maybe he really is a monster.

Or maybe he was in a drug- and alcohol-induced rage.

Or maybe he has a brain tumor.

Who knows?

But maybe, just maybe, looking at it totally objectively and impartially, this up-and-coming actress found in an aging superstar all the fame and money she could ever dream of—exactly what she needed to jumpstart her career—and once she successfully rode that train to the Easy Street station, she decided it was time to get off, taking with her as much of that fame and money as possible, of course.

It’s possible, right?

All I know for sure is that there are currently a few divorce attorneys thanking their lucky stars that The Rum Diary happened; otherwise, these two star-crossed lovers may never have met. 

Actually, come to think of it, those lawyers are probably the only people in the entire universe who are in any way grateful for the existence of The Rum Diary

Monday, January 20, 2014

Vegas, Here They Come!

Remember that confirmed bachelor Johnny Depp? The man who spent 14 years with the same woman and sired two children with her, but just couldn’t marry her? The free spirit who wouldn’t allow himself to be tied down by a government-issued piece of paper? Remember him?  

Well, he’s getting married.

To a lesbian.

Okay, so she’s probably not technically a lesbian if she’s marrying the old Deppster, but she was dating a woman when she and Johnny cheated on their respective partners met on the set of their film The Rum Diary. Of course, if you’ve seen Don Juan DeMarco or even Pirates of the Caribbean, it’s not so hard to see how a woman who’s into chicks could also be into this guy. With enough eye makeup, he’s kind of beautiful. (The same could probably be said for most of us).

Johnny and his daughter - sorry, fiancée - Amber

The woman slated to be the next Mrs. Johnny Depp, a title that I always thought I would hold (until he got old and gross), is actress Amber Heard.  Like I mentioned, they met on The Rum Diary set and, seeing as how they’re soul mates, have been inseparable ever since. (I may’ve made this last bit up.)

But before you use Edward's scissorhands to slit your throat in despair, you should know that it’s quite possible that these two won’t actually make it down the aisle. Johnny has a reputation (several, actually) for being a bit of a romantic. He’s known in some circles as being the “proposing kind” but not the “marrying kind.” Through the years he’s proposed to approximately 7,492 women - and even inspired a bumper sticker that read, “Honk if you’ve never been engaged to Johnny Depp” - but only married one of them. Maybe, though, Amber’s the one; the one he’s been waiting for this whole time. Maybe she’s lucky #2. Maybe she’s his golden ticket to marital bliss.

And speaking of golden tickets, Amber’s really scored on this one (and not just in the Biblical sense). Before her torrid heterosexual affair with one of Hollywood’s most leadingest men, there weren't that many people who knew – or cared – who she was. Now she’s the talk of the town. Or, at the very least, the topic of an ATG blog, which is a pretty big deal considering she’s not British, titled, or named Middleton.

If nothing else, this has been a great career move on her part, not that I’m saying that was her motivation. Maybe she really loves him. Maybe she can’t get enough of his unbathed, stale-smoke scent. Maybe she finds his quirks endearing as opposed to just really weird. Maybe they’re destined for a long and happy marriage.

And maybe my dear Johnny will finally win an Oscar this year.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

The Envelope, Please

With the Oscars just a few short hours away, this girl couldn’t be less excited. Given my love of judgment, you would think I’d love awards shows like LeAnn Rimes loves stealing other people’s husbands—given that there’s no lack of things/people/behavior to judge—but mostly I just find them stale and predictable (unless, of course, Ricky Gervais is hosting). Seriously, how many awards shows (i.e. opportunities to pat themselves on the back) does Hollywood need? They all take themselves far too seriously as it is.

No, I just can’t get excited about it. Will it be George or Brad, Meryl or Michelle? Who cares? Besides, we already know: with few exceptions, it will be the exact same people who won the Golden Globe. And as I’ve mentioned a time or two, I have no respect for an organization that rewards mediocrity, such as Natalie Portman and Nicolas Cage, but has no love for the Deppster.

An award I can get behind, however, is the Razzie. The Razzie Awards are spectacular, as they “reward” actors, actresses, screenwriters, etc. for their suckage. (Actually, I suppose they’re not entirely unlike the Oscars in that respect.) Some call them mean-spirited; I call them honest. This year’s nominees include Kristen Stewart for Twilight, Adam Sandler for Jack & Jill, and Nicolas Cage for three films. You can’t argue with that level of truth. You just can’t.

“Winners” will be announced on April Fool’s Day and I, for one, am thoroughly looking forward to it—not only because I enjoy the pure judgment of it, but also because the varying reactions of the nominated celebrities say a lot about their character and how willing they are to laugh at themselves.

Below, you’ll find a complete list of Razzie nominees. Who gets your vote? Do you feel any of the nominations are unfair or unwarranted; would you add or replace any nominee; or are you -- like me -- thinking the Razzie organization couldn’t, with only a few exceptions, have gotten it much righter?


WORST PICTURE
  • Bucky Larson: Born to be a Star 
  •  Jack & Jill 
  •  New Year’s Eve 
  •  Transformers: Dark of the Moon 
  •  The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn, Part 1


WORST ACTOR
  • Russell Brand – Arthur 
  •  Nicolas Cage – Drive Angry: 3D, Season of the Witch and Trespass 
  •  Taylor Lautner – Abduction and The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn, Part 1 
  • Adam Sandler – Jack & Jill and Just Go With It 
  •  Nick Swardson – Bucky Larson: Born to be a Star


WORST ACTRESS 
  • Martin Lawrence (As “Momma”) – Big Mommas: Like Father, Like Son 
  •  Sarah Palin (As “Herself”) – Sarah Palin: The Undefeated 
  •  Sarah Jessica Parker – I Don’t Know How She Does It and New Year’s Eve 
  • Adam Sandler (As “Jill”) – Jack & Jill 
  •  Kristen Stewart – The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn, Part 1


WORST SUPPORTING ACTOR
  • Patrick Dempsey – Transformers: Dark of the Moon 
  •  James Franco – Your Highness 
  •  Ken Jeong – Big Mommas: Like Father, Like Son; The Hangover: Part 2; Transformers: Dark of the Moon; and Zookeeper 
  •  Al Pacino – Jack & Jill 
  •  Nick Swardson – Jack & Jill and Just Go With It


WORST SUPPORTING ACTRESS
  • Katie Holmes – Jack & Jill 
  •  Brandon T. Jackson – Big Mommas: Like Father, Like Son 
  •  Nicole Kidman – Just Go With It 
  •  David Spade – Jack & Jill 
  •  Rosie Hungtington-Whiteley – Transformers: Dark of the Moon


WORST SCREEN ENSEMBLE
  • The Entire Cast of Bucky Larson: Born to be a Star 
  •  The Entire Cast of Jack & Jill 
  •  The Entire Cast of New Year’s Eve 
  •  The Entire Cast of Transformers: Dark of the Moon 
  •  The Entire Cast of The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn, Part 1


WORST DIRECTOR
  • Michael Bay – Transformers: Dark of the Moon 
  • Tom Brady – Bucky Larson: Born to be a Star 
  • Bill Condon – The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn, Part 1
  • Dennis Dugan – Jack & Jill and Just Go With It 
  •  Garry Marshall – New Year’s Eve


WORST PREQUEL, REMAKE, RIP-OFF OR SEQUEL
  • Arthur 
  •  Bucky Larson: Born to be a Star (Rip-off of Boogie Nights and A Star Is Born) 
  •  The Hangover: Part II (Both a sequel and a remake) 
  •  Jack & Jill (Remake/Rip-off of Ed Woods’ Glen or Glenda) 
  • The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn, Part 1


WORST SCREEN COUPLE
  • Nicolas Cage & Anyone Sharing the Screen with Him in Any of His Three 2011 Movies
  • Shia LeBeouf & Rosie Huntington-Whiteley in Transformers: Dark of the Moon 
  •  Adam Sandler & EITHER Jennifer Aniston OR Brooklyn Decker in Just Go With It 
  •  Adam Sandler and EITHER Katie Holmes, Al Pacino OR Adam Sandler in Jack & Jill 
  •  Kristen Stewart & EITHER Taylor Lautner OR Robert Pattinson in The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn, Part 1


WORST SCREENPLAY
  • Bucky Larson: Born to be a Star – Written by Adam Sandler, Allen Covert and Nick Swardson 
  •  Jack & Jill – Screenplay by Steve Koren & Adam Sandler, Story by Ben Zook 
  • New Year’s Eve – Written by Katherine Fugate 
  •  Transformers: Dark of the Moon – Written by Ehren Kruger 
  •  The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn, Part 1 – Screenplay by Melissa Rosenberg, from the novel by Stephenie Meyer

    Saturday, February 11, 2012

    A Judgment-Scented Potpourri

    In case you haven’t heard, I love me some Real Housewives; although, as I’ve mentioned before, my enjoyment of the show is dropping faster than Snooki after a night out at the Shore—the Jersey Shore, that is (a show I would like to go on the record as saying I do NOT watch).

    The current cast of the original Housewives series, Orange County. I know what you're thinking: They all look so natural!

    I find myself watching the horror on screen between the cracks of my fingers, much like I watch scary movies. And let’s be honest, there’s not much difference between a Real Housewives horror and a Wes Craven horror, although Ghostface is slightly less offensive and terrifying than some of the Housewives. Maybe these women should look into investing in a mask or two; $5 is a small price to pay to hide terrible plastic surgery and to stop scaring small children.

    But I digress…

    What really gets me about these shows is when, during an interview, the women are asked a question that they deem too personal and respond with, “That’s private” or “This is my personal life.” I’m sorry, but don’t you lose the right to your personal life when you sign on for a reality show? In my opinion, the minute you sign on the dotted line, your personal life becomes public; you trade your privacy for that D-list celebrity status you so desperately want.

    So, sorry, ladies, but your privacy is long gone—just like your self-respect. 

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    In case you haven’t heard, Aaron Rodgers is, for the most part, a pretty good quarterback (although, if you watched the Packers first and only playoff game this season, you may not believe me). He’s the 2011 league MVP and star of those irritating State Farm “Discount Double Check” commercials—yeah, you know the ones. He is not, however, a homosexual. Allegedly.

    I was willing to believe he was cut with a straight edge in a straight line from a straight cloth, but after seeing this picture he took at the pre-Super Bowl Playboy party with Shaquille O’Neal, I’m not so sure. 

    Shaq and A-Rod

    I can’t remember ever seeing another heterosexual man rest his hand ever so gently on the thigh of another man. I’m not saying it doesn’t happen; I’m just saying this is one of those things that makes you go “hmm.”

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    In case you haven’t heard, former ATG Boyfriend Johnny Depp may have ended his 14-year relationship with the mother of his two children, Vanessa Paradis. Or, more specifically, she ended the relationship with him. Of course, there’s been no official confirmation and Ms. Paradis has, in fact, denied it; but as we’ve learned with Nick and Jessica and Demi and Ashton (among others), where there’s smoke, there’s usually fire...eventually. And in this case, it makes me kind of sad. As much as I love the Depp, I was kind of rooting for these two.

    Johnny and Vanessa faking their way through it.

    It’s rumored that the reason for the split is none other than the infamous man-stealer and humanitarian, Angelina Jolie. If you remember, Depp and Jolie starred together in the widely-panned film, The Tourist, and even during production there were rumblings that Paradis was unhappy with her lover’s costar. Can’t say that I blame her, given the leggy mom’s history of wooing costars, but seriously, Angelina has 6 kids and Brad Pitt. Where would she find the time or energy to steal yet another man?

    Of course, considering neither Depp nor Pitt has aged particularly well, maybe it’s true; maybe Jolie just can’t help herself when in the company of aging pretty boys. That said, Luke Perry’s girlfriend better watch her back. And her man.

    Friday, September 30, 2011

    Boyfriend of the Week


    Anyone who knows me, knows that there are three things I love unconditionally: the Green Bay Packers, Diet Coke, and Johnny Depp. It is my love for #3 that inspires this week's(ish) "Boyfriend" (don't worry, I'll get to the other two at a later date), because, obviously, no Boyfriend list is complete without the unparalleled beauty and talent of Mr. Johnny Depp.

    Ironically, it was one of the worst actors in history who was responsible for bringing us one of the best. That’s right, it was Nicolas Cage who encouraged Johnny to try acting, even going so far as to introduce him to his agent. This fateful introduction ultimately led to Johnny’s oft-forgotten film debut in A Nightmare on Elm Street, which was obviously just a springboard for what has become a long and illustrious career.  

    This Kentucky-born babe has had much critical and box-office success, despite apparently hating everything Hollywood represents – which is perhaps why he chooses to spend his off-time in France. (Not to mention the fact that his baby mama is French.) Sure, the proud papa of two is an exceptionally odd human being who smokes like a chimney and appears to have an antagonistic relationship with soap – which, in all fairness, seemed to be an issue even before he moved to France – but as long as we can love him from afar and never have to actually smell him, this Boyfriend will remain the star of, not only the box office, but also our fantasies, for many years to come.