The above teaser trailer for Mary Poppins Returns debuted during an Oscars commercial break tonight, and it is just as frustratingly cryptic as the rest of the details that have trickled out about this film thus far.
Dame Julie Andrews, embodiment of grace, poise, and everything that is lovely and gentle, will not—alas—make a cameo in the upcoming film Mary Poppins Returns. But, as befits Andrews, her reasoning is graciously deferential.
Behold this gift bestowed to us by one shrewd photographer! You see before you the glorious Emily Blunt and Lin-Manuel Miranda on the set of their forthcoming film, Mary Poppins Returns.
Girl on a Train is, incredibly enough, about a girl on a train, played by Emily Blunt, who is very good and convincing as the damaged, alcoholic central character; good enough that I’d keep an eye on her if she ever visited my home, just in case.
The Hollywood Reporter interviewed Emily Blunt, star of the upcoming thriller The Girl On the Train, and the book’s author, Paula Hawkins, for its latest issue. But before I get into their conversation about words they hate and Hollywood’s myriad double standards, please let me share the story’s lede, which reads:
Last night, Jennifer Aniston and her husband Justin Theroux had two friends, Emily Blunt and John Krasinski, over for dinner and debate watching.
Disney continues to round out the cast of Mary Poppins Returns: Meryl Streep is reportedly “in talks” to pile onto the project with Emily Blunt and Lin Manuel-Miranda.
The Girl On the Train, Paula Hawkins’s perfectly fine 2015 thriller, had both the privilege and misfortune of being released just months after the film adaptation of Gillian Flynn’s Gone Girl. Readers were hungry for more dark, page-turny novels about potential crimes between lovers, so they bought it by the truckful.
When I saw this headline, I zipped my cursor over and clicked faster than you can run into the kitchen and scream, “There’s like $8 of Jarlsberg in there!” The Devil Wears Prada is 10 years old, we’re all ancient, and its three lead cast members (Meryl Streep, Anne Hathaway, and Emily Blunt) spoke with Variety to mark…
The last time we saw Mary Poppins, she looked a lot like Julie Andrews and was riding her demonic umbrella into the polluted London sky. The next time we see Mary Poppins, she’ll look a lot like Emily Blunt and will be descending onto the Tower Bridge to hang out with her good friend who looks a lot like Lin-Manuel…
Emily Blunt, who may or may not be a very interesting panelist at BronyCon 2017, might be set to star in the new Mary Poppins sequel—barring the fact that her pregnancy may or may not gel with the production schedule.
Not only is Rob Kardashian probably sleeping with Blac Chyna, he’s also rubbing it in the faces of his many family members
Gather around children, and allow John Krasinski to tell you, with charm enough to render us all unconscious, about his uncomfortable experience attending the Golden Globes stag.
After a good run, Anne Hathaway has finally met Hollywood’s cool friend that hides in dark corners during castings: ageism, you know him? At 32 years old, Hathaway is already being told she’s too close to death to play young female characters.
The Cannes Film Festival is reportedly not allowing women into screenings if they’re wearing flat shoes. I’m not sure I could’ve come up with a better metaphor for sexism in the film industry if I was really, really trying. If you wrote this into a novel about sexism in the film industry, it would seem heavy-handed.…
Much like the Jezebel staff before him, actor Eddie Redmayne has admitted that his sexual awakening began with a movie character who's both animated and not exactly human.
The latest lie-turd that Star Magazine's pinched off involves Alyson Hannigan "starving herself" down to 98 pounds. Says an "insider" (a crazed and jealous Alexis Denishof fan? A bitter Buffy extra?): "Alyson has become extremely strict with her diet in recent months. Her weight has become her obsession: She exercises…
Courtney Love said some kind of amazing shit about basically everything that has been going on except Syria.
From the New York Post, the publication which just two days ago brought us the epic tale of Lena Dunham's "sloppy backside," we now have a full-fledged attack on Mila Kunis' choice of loungewear when she steps out for a coffee or whatever: