Dish It: I’m a Serious Actress

Tori Spelling now weighs the same as a small child. It’s truly terrifying.

Princess Eugenie smokes. The Daily Mail has secured secret snaps of her indulging in a cancer stick in Sydney. Which brings me to my next point. She is in Sydney on her GAP year – did anyone else know that?

Jessica Biel is working on her next role as a stripper. I can’t help but hear Jessica Alba’s voice ringing in my ears ‘people never take me seriously, I am a serious actress, why are my looks always talked about?’ (Yes I para-phrased.) I fear Jessica Biel may soon be singing a similar tune, perhaps as she prepares for her next role as Holly Madison.

Along that vein, at the ripe old age of 22, Megan Fox has decided she’s tired of being a sex symbol and wants to be taken seriously as an actress. I feel an ugly-character movie coming on. That’ll show them.

The sequel to the Sex and the City Movie has been given the tentative release date of May 2010 and I for one, cannot wait.

Keira Knightley has leant her acting services, free of charge, to a graphic short film targeting domestic abuse. Two women die every week in the UK as a result of domestic abuse. That’s a staggering statistic. Even more staggering is the comment I found beneath the video on YouTube.

 

“this is the stereotype of a dumbass.
woman kill men just as men kill woman.
not a big differences.
and its the girls fault for putting up with the guy”

 

About Olivia Hambrett

Liv Hambrett is the Editor in Chief of Trespass. She has a weakness for the Scandinavian pop scene, doughnuts, and escapism (among many other things). She routinely pours cups of tea and forgets about them, buys international glossy magazines even though they highlight her fashion, fiscal and physical shortcomings and has lost count of how many perfumes she owns. This doesn't stop her from buying more. One day, she will write a bestselling book, turn it into an award winning screenplay, and retire to a villa (or yacht, she's not fussy) in the Mediterranean, to live out the rest of her days in sundrenched peace. If you lose her, look under a pile of books, scrap paper and empty tea cups, or check her bank statements for any recent, rash plane-ticket purchases. Don't try and call her, she's probably lost her phone.