Jessica Simpson reveals her biggest financial mistake.
Jessica Simpson may run a billion dollar fashion business but she is the first to admit there were times when she wasn’t savvy with money. Simpson revealed her biggest financial mistake was her first marriage to 98 Degrees boyband member Nick Lachey.
Jessica Simpson at Teen Vogue's 10th Annual Fashion University in New York, March 2015.
Vanessa Minnillo - Heavily pregnant Vanessa Minnillo dressed in black out and about running errands while walking in thigh length high heeled boots - Los Angeles, United States - Wednesday 3rd December 2014
Vanessa says she and Nick can't wait to add to their brood, only nine months after having their first child together
It hasn't even been a year since their first child was born, but according to Vanessa Lachey, she and Nick are already thinking about adding to their family, with the model and television presenter telling US Weekly earlier this week that she and husband Nick Lachey are more than ready to start trying for a brother or sister for 9-month-old son Camden.
"Of course! Yes, God-willing, it will be at the right time," the host of Wipeout told the magazine on Wednesday (June 19). "Right now we're happy with where we're at. We're happy with having him. But in the future, we'd love to add to our family."
But rather than get too caught up in having another baby Vanessa added that she is still as smitten with her first born as ever, as she went on to discuss how much she is enjoying watching her son grow up. She explained how Cameron already has started growing teeth and is crawling around the family home and how, with him being a boy and everything, Cameron is also prone to making his fair share of mess around the house too.
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Nick Lachey, Vanessa Minnillo and Staples Center - Nick Lachey and Vanessa Minnillo Saturday 28th January 2012 Celebrities arrive at the Staples Center to watch Michael Jackson's 'The Immortal' world tour show
Satan is a studio head. That's really all one can say before starting a review of Disaster Movie.
After breaking up with his gorgeous girlfriend Amy (Vanessa Minnillo), Will (Matt Lanter) throws a Super Duper Sweet Sixteen party -- even though he's 28. Along for the festivities are pregnant pal Juney (Crista Flanagan), best buddy Calvin (G. Thang), and his lady Lisa (Kim Kardashian). Without warning, the city is pummeled by asteroids, spoiling the fun and sending Will and his friends out into the streets. There, they run into an ice storm, a tornado, and various holdovers from the 2007-2008 movie season. When he discovers Amy is trapped in the local museum, Will vows to save her, as well as the planet. Of course, he must use the mystic powers of the legendary Crystal Skull to do so.
As expected, Disaster Movie is artless, humorless, and all in all worthless. It's the lowest form of comedic cunning (the obvious spoof), propagated by people who wouldn't know the first thing about funny business if Judd Apatow came by and farted in their face. Zombies are jealous of how readily so-called filmmakers Jason Friedberg and Aaron Seltzer have cannibalized their commercial carte blanche. Instead of taking all the millions they made off the other awful examples of their (Insert Name Here) Movie template and putting it to proper entertainment use, they gather together a series of unrelated elements and pray that the pre-adolescent audience is too busy texting to pay attention.
When a slam at Pinkberry is your one and only laughing point, you know your screenplay is bereft of intelligence. Then again, no one ever claimed that Friedberg and Seltzer were scriptwriting geniuses. Instead, one can envision the pair seated in front of their feather light MacBook Air, Lionsgate contract, and several "social" beverages in hand, listing out the possible cinematic targets that have made an impact on the industry since the last installment of the series. Then they toss in some incredibly random celeb beats ("Amy Winehouse! Um... Wolf from American Gladiators!") and call it a payday. A big, fat, unwarranted, and unnecessary payday.
Nothing makes sense here: Not having Carmen Electra asexually wrestle Ms. Kardashian; not the appearance of Prince Caspian; not the flesh eating chipmunks, nor the nonsensical lifts from Night at the Museum. The guys even toss in an overlong High School Musical joke that might have worked had it not been so amateurish and obvious. Oddly enough, for a genre known for its gag-a-minute format, this film has more exposition and dead air than an NPR broadcast.
Yet the biggest sin committed by this ongoing assault to the parody genre is that Friedberg and Seltzer forget what makes a truly memorable lampoon. Airplane! wasn't just a series of last month's media notes. It actually used an entire category of film to formulate its farce. Indeed, from Mel Brooks' Blazing Saddles (westerns) or High Anxiety (Hitchcock) to The Naked Gun (police procedurals) or This is Spinal Tap (rock and roll), the quality spoof has always been built out of something real and recognizable. What our dunderheaded duo attempt here is the kind of sloppy sketch comedy that makes the Friday series look like Monty-friggin-Python.
The end result is not just bad but painful, similar to having your wisdom teeth pulled without the aid of drugs, clean instruments, or an actual dentist. Maybe if the Juno material wasn't as overdone as Diablo Cody's own sense of self, perhaps if the elongated Enchanted sequences didn't choke on their own cheerlessness, we could tolerate the rest of this repugnance. Instead, Disaster Movie leaves one with a feeling of failure -- and the knowledge that, come this spring, these idiots will more than likely be back.
And may God have mercy on our everlasting, unamused souls.
There's not even any room for a Bristol Palin gag.