PPS. Bro Massage is not Ben and Casey Affleck. Or Casey Affleck and Joaquin Phoenix. Also not Sean Penn and Josh Brolin.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Showing posts with label Joaquin Phoenix. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joaquin Phoenix. Show all posts
http://www.laineygossip.com/intro_16jun09_and_Sacha_Baron_Cohen_and_Isla_Fisher_at_Paris_premiere_of_Bruno.aspx
PPS. Bro Massage is not Ben and Casey Affleck. Or Casey Affleck and Joaquin Phoenix. Also not Sean Penn and Josh Brolin.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
PPS. Bro Massage is not Ben and Casey Affleck. Or Casey Affleck and Joaquin Phoenix. Also not Sean Penn and Josh Brolin.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Holy Goddess! Did I ever hear from some of you Joaquin fans out there! Apparently I’m not the only one coveting a spot beside him in bed. Phoenix lovers – please breathe easy. Joaquin is NOT the subject of “disrespecting your elders”. My boyfriend has issues but stomping on Keith Richards’ guitar pick is NOT one of them. In fact, the only thing these two have in common are a visit to rehab. Focus on someone who spends more time on his hair. Someone who would actually attend an INDUSTRY party. And don’t ever doubt the manners of my one true love again.
Holy Goddess! Did I ever hear from some of you Joaquin fans out there! Apparently I’m not the only one coveting a spot beside him in bed. Phoenix lovers – please breathe easy. Joaquin is NOT the subject of “disrespecting your elders”. My boyfriend has issues but stomping on Keith Richards’ guitar pick is NOT one of them. In fact, the only thing these two have in common are a visit to rehab. Focus on someone who spends more time on his hair. Someone who would actually attend an INDUSTRY party. And don’t ever doubt the manners of my one true love again.
http://www.laineygossip.com/Elton_John_Joaquin_Phoenix_Steven_Tyler_Joaquin_in_rehab.aspx
Can't say I was surprised to hear. Were you? I mean looking at Joaquin Phoenix, does he seem like the most 'together' dude to you? Not exactly. Great actor, great intensity. Sexy in an oddball kind of way. An almost irresistible vulnerability. But still...a palpable layer of freak underneath all that talent. You can almost feel his anguish in every role...probably what makes him so compelling on screen. And really, how could he NOT have ended up just a little crazy after finding his brother, writhing and dying before his very eyes at the tender age of 21? According to my sources, Joaquin has been fighting his demons on and off for years. However, things had been pretty stable since his last serious bout of depression after his break up with Liv Tyler. Until last summer when he took on the lead role in the Johnny Cash biopic Walk the Line which drops this summer. Apparently the subject matter hit a little too close to home, especially for a method actor like Joaquin who was forced to go places that he evidently couldn't handle. He allegedly became so emotionally unstable that filming had to be moved from Tennessee back to LA so that Phoenix could seek help and be closer to his support system. And even though principle photography wrapped months ago, it's obvious that our tormented but talented young star is still struggling under the burden of his past. I'm sending him my best wishes...and, once again, I'm also praying for a Joaquin Phoenix/Winona Ryder hook up. Because I can't think of two people better suited to each other. Between his emotional baggage and her self worth issues...this is a match made in Hollywood heaven.
Thursday, April 14, 2005
Can't say I was surprised to hear. Were you? I mean looking at Joaquin Phoenix, does he seem like the most 'together' dude to you? Not exactly. Great actor, great intensity. Sexy in an oddball kind of way. An almost irresistible vulnerability. But still...a palpable layer of freak underneath all that talent. You can almost feel his anguish in every role...probably what makes him so compelling on screen. And really, how could he NOT have ended up just a little crazy after finding his brother, writhing and dying before his very eyes at the tender age of 21? According to my sources, Joaquin has been fighting his demons on and off for years. However, things had been pretty stable since his last serious bout of depression after his break up with Liv Tyler. Until last summer when he took on the lead role in the Johnny Cash biopic Walk the Line which drops this summer. Apparently the subject matter hit a little too close to home, especially for a method actor like Joaquin who was forced to go places that he evidently couldn't handle. He allegedly became so emotionally unstable that filming had to be moved from Tennessee back to LA so that Phoenix could seek help and be closer to his support system. And even though principle photography wrapped months ago, it's obvious that our tormented but talented young star is still struggling under the burden of his past. I'm sending him my best wishes...and, once again, I'm also praying for a Joaquin Phoenix/Winona Ryder hook up. Because I can't think of two people better suited to each other. Between his emotional baggage and her self worth issues...this is a match made in Hollywood heaven.
Thursday, April 14, 2005
http://www.laineygossip.com/Falling_Short.aspx
It’s one of the few downsides of the job and while the snark is occasionally balanced by super love and adoration, when your fantasies about someone turn out to be just that – just fantasies – it absolutely crushes you.
Such is the case with Joaquin Phoenix. I am sad.
I loved him after Walk the Line. It was mild obsession. Read every article, watched every interview, make believe scenarios replayed in my mind – we would meet, he would pursue me, he would invite Colin Firth to our house. Happily ever after, the end.
Unfortunately … not happy. And as for the end – I certainly hope he puts an end to whatever he’s doing to himself.
He is, of course, a brilliant actor. Brilliant. One of the best. And he has brought a new film to TIFF called Reservation Road co-starring the equally brilliant Mark Ruffalo – more on him later. In a word, Mark is DELIGHTFUL.
Back to Joaquin: I saw him yesterday at the Intercon goofing around with his cast members. Seemed very animated but not alarmingly so. However, word from the Sutton Place the same afternoon is that he was completely jacked – bright eyes, a close talker, speaking very quickly, eyes darting this way and that, a little bit paranoid, and looked like he’d barely showered.
Last night he apparently raged super hard. I was at the Park Hyatt, he had an area secured for him off to the side, but he came up, saw how packed it was, got freaked out, and decided to go somewhere else. Wherever he went, he was feeling the effects of it all day.
His junket was this morning. Everyone EVERYONE was talking about how rough he looked. Walked down the hall totally hunched over covering his head, couldn’t believe he could stand up straight. Luckily I was in the early rotation. He was in a foul mood. And looking at him face to face put me in a foul mood. Most disappointing is that you know the hotness is in there, hidden under layers and layers of hurt and trauma and whatever else it is that Joaquin Phoenix is escaping.
And you know what? We didn’t have a bad time. Famous for being surly and difficult with reporters, he actually didn’t mind my questions. And with Joaquin you know when he minds your questions because he will not hesitate to either throw you out of his room or walk out on you himself. It happens all the time. It happened to a journalist just today.
Towards the end though, it was like a switch went off. He went from being rather articulate to no longer being in the mood to talk. And to be honest, when you’re face to face with someone in such bad shape, the only thing you want to do is to get out of the room anyway.
So I wrapped, he thanked me, we shook hands, said he appreciated the time, and then stood up, grabbed his smokes and hustled over to the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, having finished two or three more, he walked off the entire junket. No more interviews. He couldn’t get through.
To me, this was no simple hangover. It is beyond hangover. This is a problem. A very serious problem. Looking at him, all I was reminded of were the kids we work with at Covenant House Vancouver covenanthousebc.org. They are in such turmoil, in such need of escape, so deeply damaged that their hurt becomes contagious. And while many other actors who may have behaved in the same fashion may just be assholes, period, with Joaquin, given how truly beloved he is by all of those around him and everyone who has worked with him, given how gentle he is even when he’s acting like a dickhead, you really do get the sense that this is someone who is in an enormous amount of pain and who is dealing with it in the unhealthiest of ways.
But it’s not over. Only 2 hours later, Joaquin had apparently recovered. He was still at the Intercon having lunch on the patio with his co-stars. He still wasn’t all that steady on his feet, walking wasn’t too easy, but the attitude appeared to have been adjusted. WAY in the opposite direction. Shouting and laughing and whooping it up loudly, and then proceeded to get down on his knees and started singing at the top of his lungs. Then he took his sunglasses off, whipped them at Mark Ruffalo, and continued his song.
You will note this was not a private area. There were other diners, many of them journalists, also eating on the patio. And all of them were buzzing – Joaquin Phoenix is out of control. Joaquin Phoenix is sad smut.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
It’s one of the few downsides of the job and while the snark is occasionally balanced by super love and adoration, when your fantasies about someone turn out to be just that – just fantasies – it absolutely crushes you.
Such is the case with Joaquin Phoenix. I am sad.
I loved him after Walk the Line. It was mild obsession. Read every article, watched every interview, make believe scenarios replayed in my mind – we would meet, he would pursue me, he would invite Colin Firth to our house. Happily ever after, the end.
Unfortunately … not happy. And as for the end – I certainly hope he puts an end to whatever he’s doing to himself.
He is, of course, a brilliant actor. Brilliant. One of the best. And he has brought a new film to TIFF called Reservation Road co-starring the equally brilliant Mark Ruffalo – more on him later. In a word, Mark is DELIGHTFUL.
Back to Joaquin: I saw him yesterday at the Intercon goofing around with his cast members. Seemed very animated but not alarmingly so. However, word from the Sutton Place the same afternoon is that he was completely jacked – bright eyes, a close talker, speaking very quickly, eyes darting this way and that, a little bit paranoid, and looked like he’d barely showered.
Last night he apparently raged super hard. I was at the Park Hyatt, he had an area secured for him off to the side, but he came up, saw how packed it was, got freaked out, and decided to go somewhere else. Wherever he went, he was feeling the effects of it all day.
His junket was this morning. Everyone EVERYONE was talking about how rough he looked. Walked down the hall totally hunched over covering his head, couldn’t believe he could stand up straight. Luckily I was in the early rotation. He was in a foul mood. And looking at him face to face put me in a foul mood. Most disappointing is that you know the hotness is in there, hidden under layers and layers of hurt and trauma and whatever else it is that Joaquin Phoenix is escaping.
And you know what? We didn’t have a bad time. Famous for being surly and difficult with reporters, he actually didn’t mind my questions. And with Joaquin you know when he minds your questions because he will not hesitate to either throw you out of his room or walk out on you himself. It happens all the time. It happened to a journalist just today.
Towards the end though, it was like a switch went off. He went from being rather articulate to no longer being in the mood to talk. And to be honest, when you’re face to face with someone in such bad shape, the only thing you want to do is to get out of the room anyway.
So I wrapped, he thanked me, we shook hands, said he appreciated the time, and then stood up, grabbed his smokes and hustled over to the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, having finished two or three more, he walked off the entire junket. No more interviews. He couldn’t get through.
To me, this was no simple hangover. It is beyond hangover. This is a problem. A very serious problem. Looking at him, all I was reminded of were the kids we work with at Covenant House Vancouver covenanthousebc.org. They are in such turmoil, in such need of escape, so deeply damaged that their hurt becomes contagious. And while many other actors who may have behaved in the same fashion may just be assholes, period, with Joaquin, given how truly beloved he is by all of those around him and everyone who has worked with him, given how gentle he is even when he’s acting like a dickhead, you really do get the sense that this is someone who is in an enormous amount of pain and who is dealing with it in the unhealthiest of ways.
But it’s not over. Only 2 hours later, Joaquin had apparently recovered. He was still at the Intercon having lunch on the patio with his co-stars. He still wasn’t all that steady on his feet, walking wasn’t too easy, but the attitude appeared to have been adjusted. WAY in the opposite direction. Shouting and laughing and whooping it up loudly, and then proceeded to get down on his knees and started singing at the top of his lungs. Then he took his sunglasses off, whipped them at Mark Ruffalo, and continued his song.
You will note this was not a private area. There were other diners, many of them journalists, also eating on the patio. And all of them were buzzing – Joaquin Phoenix is out of control. Joaquin Phoenix is sad smut.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
http://www.laineygossip.com/ArticleDetail.aspx?ID=7039
He is super talented. Undeniably so. But like many of the most brilliant, he is also very troubled, though it was thought that he had been able to gain control of his demons with professional assistance. Thing is, he went in last time for booze…at least that’s what was “revealed” at the time… but it turns out, since he’s certainly not abstaining these days, the truth is alcohol was never his vice. His vice was actually hard core smack.
Which is why he’s been brazen about drinking in public these days - carousing and cavorting with friends and family who up to this point haven’t seemed concerned, seeing as vodka wasn’t his toxic muse. Past tense.
Word is he’s been hitting the bottle hard to the point of oblivion, to the point where the studio behind his new projects and the suits who manage the marketing are getting worried about whether or not he’ll be able to deliver on his commitments and are now trying to impose behaviourial conditions on his promotional appearances as a pre-emptive move to get him to clean up - something has not taken kindly to.
Jury is still out on whether or not he can pull it together but everyone is pulling for him. In spite of his issues, everyone loves him. He’s a sweet endearing guy with a terrible terrible problem.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Update (7/18/08):clue
denial: Ben Affleck & Jonathan Rhys Meyers
reveal
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