I had hoped to take a look at all the fashion from the Teen Choice Awards earlier this week, and I still might, but they happened last Sunday which, in internet time, is about a hundred billion years ago. Since then, two icons of the silver screen have sadly passed away – one of them has broken the heart of everyone in the world who has a heart (so Fox News correspondents are not included in that category), and the other one kind of became the Farrah Fawcett to his Michael Jackson, though I doubt she would care. Both will live on forever in the bodies of work they leave behind, the impact they have had on so many people, and in Robin William’s case the global conversation he has started about depression and suicide.
In the wake of the horrible news that he had died by suicide, on Tuesday I listened the man himself speak about a past incident when he had talked himself out of killing himself. Marc Maron, who does one of my favourite podcasts, WTF, had interviewed him in 2010 and made the podcast available again (click here to listen). There is no more stark reminder of the ferocity with which depression can take hold and warp a person’s perception of their life and their worth than listening to a man discuss – rationally, and with humour and startling honesty – all of the reasons he had used to talk himself out of suicide, all the while knowing that the previous day those reasons and that rationale had exited the picture, and he had decided he couldn’t go on. Marc’s stunned but heartfelt introduction was, to me, one of the loveliest tributes of the week.
“He had all the things necessary to be a great comedic artist. He was sensitive, he was perceptive, he was empathetic, his mental agility was astounding, he was full of love, and he, by nature of putting all those out into the world, required that of us, and we felt it, and there was a humanity to Robin Williams… The spirit of pure comedy ran through this guy… There’s never been a comedic artist like (him) and there’s no more painful realisation than that the other side of whatever comic genius is is sometimes this. That with that sensitivity, that with that perception, that with that empathy, that with that love, that with that mental agility comes a heart too heavy to live, a heart that becomes so heavy that it choses not to go on, for whatever reason.”
And in remembering Lauren Bacall – whose work, legendary though she was, I have to admit I’m not hugely familiar with – I really enjoyed Anne Helen Petersen’s remembrance here. A genuine fan who knows her Old Hollywood, the piece sums up Bacall beautifully, and its closing lines make me think I need to go back and get to know her better.
“Over the years, Bacall’s face aged and weathered, but the intensity of her look, and its inherent challenge, remained: Here is who I am, it seemed to say, and here is how little shit I’ll accept from you. And that attitude, and the way that it’s been incorporated into our understanding of beauty, grace, and sophistication, is perhaps the most powerful and enduring of Bacall’s myriad legacies.”
And there’s just no way to segue from death into the week’s other celebrity news, so I’ll just awkwardly tack on what has to be the strangest gossip of this week, which is the news that Chris Martin and Jennifer Lawrence are dating. Naturally there isn’t a photo of them together. Chris is highly allergic to paparazzi and in all his years with Gwyneth was photographed with her only once or twice, often going to absurd lengths to avoid it. So it makes sense, post-Gwyneth, that if he absolutely had to pursue a relationship with another entertainer, he would choose a little-known actress, such as Lawrence, who would never be a target for the paparazzi, and whose tolerance for them, in any case, is legendary. Ahem.
But in other aspects of her life J-Law seems to have a decent sense of humour (or know how to pretend like she does) whereas Chris has always seemed utterly humourless to me. In every way, about everything. It’s a weird one, and it seems they were photographed, separately, leaving a Coldplay party in london on July 1st.
At the time no one had any reason to put two and two together and get Chrennifer because at that stage we thought Chris was mooning over the Magic of Alexa Chung and that Jennifer and Nicholas Hoult were still going steady. But E! News broke the news on Friday that they have been seeing each other since late June, and it’s confirmed by “multiple sources”, but I can’t seem to wrap my head around it. Now that it’s out there though, it’s a case of out of the frying pan and into the fire for both of them because those confirmation photos are going to be worth a pretty penny for some lucky pap! Let the games begin…
And coincidentally, I’m sure, this week we also got a confirmation, of sorts, that Gwyneth is hooking up with a former
flame colleague – Glee producer Brad Falchuk. And what a powerfully jawed couple they make.
It was nice of Chris to let her get her news “leaked” first, lest she fall into the “forgotten ex-wife, forever looking for love” tabloid niche that Jennifer Aniston has been keeping warm for her for years, and no one saw this coming either, since most good gossips thought Brad was firmly in her past. In case you’re wondering why I’m always linking to Lainey Gossip blind items as if they were fact, it’s because fact is what they usually turn out to be. That’s what makes them so fun to gossip about, and when Gossip Gurus gossiped about this one, we had Gwyneth and Brad pegged for the second wife and her target. This particular conscious coupling was about six months before the infamous conscious uncoupling, so Lainey definitely gets to gloat about that one.
But no one gets to gloat about this, especially not that shit Justin Bieber.
He shared, then deleted, this photo on Thursday, with the caption “Right now everything else is a blur” (gross) and it’s him (gross) and Selena Gomez (WHY??) leaving bible class together (ugh!) and it made me roll my eyes so hard I almost had a seizure. I won’t pretend to understand the romantic follies of the under 25s, but I hate that she keeps giving him the satisfaction of going back to him, over and over. He’s like the King Joffrey of the celebrity world, and someone, sometime, needs to JUST SAY NO to Justin Bieber. I have a feeling it’s a word he hasn’t heard in quite some time.