Like a sparrow perched upon Shaquille O’Neal, here we have Victoria Beckham perched upon Shaquille O’Neal. He holds his pet human’s legs so that she won’t blow away while she makes a slam-dunk; NO HANDS!!! That was nice of him.
Friends, I must dispatch some unfortunate news. I cannot say the words myself so I will just quote James Corden here: “There is some new music coming out from Meghan Trainor.”
This Friday afternoon I have been chilled to the bone not only by New York City’s brutal cold snap, but by three questions posed to readers of Us Weekly in the span of five short hours.
When asked a question that at this point feels as old as time—does Trump actually believe his own bullshit or is he just trying to appease his base of selfish bigots?—former Vice President Al Gore said on last night’s The Late Late Show with James Corden, “I have no idea what’s going on in his mind.” Hm, same.
If you are an on-the-go urban millennial who demands premium content across various platforms in order to be engaged, especially platforms which make premium content disappear when it ceases to engage you, then great news: Snapchat has signed a $100 million deal with Time Warner to produce shows in three to…
Great, now this. Apparently if you get too stressed out your front teeth pop out. It happened to Demi Moore, and she spoke out on the issue on Jimmy Fallon last night.
During a segment of her Big Brother-like “Witness World Wide” livestream Sunday, Katy Perry was joined by cab driver James Corden for a game of “Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts,” which is sort of like WWHL’s “Plead the Fifth,” only you have to eat something disgusting like a pickled pig’s foot or cow tongue (I don’t…
There was a time when my sweet prince Harry (of Styles, not of Wales) was regulated to riding bitch with One Direction during The Late Late Show with James Corden’s Carpool Karaoke segment, but now he’s all grown up, gone solo and, better yet, he’s ready for love.
Noah Cyrus, the 17-year-old younger sis of fellow singers Miley and Brandi, will release her cheekily named debut NC-17 sometime this year, and the lead single is “Make Me (Cry),” a pleading, surprisingly produced love song with British dreamboat Labrinth. Last night the duo hit The Late Late Show with James Corden to…
Men: they’re everywhere! There’s a man at the grocery store, stealing the last almost-ripe avocado. Look, there goes another man, asking you a question that he could just Google the answer to. And hey, here’s another man, sneaking his way into the cast of the all-female Oceans reboot, Ocean’s Eight.
In 2011, James Corden was not yet dominating late night with musical comedy bits, but he was well-known and loved in the UK as, amongst other things, a character named Smithy of British comedy Gavin and Stacey. As Smithy, Corden was already workshopping his future viral content with cultural icons.
Humanity’s capacity for reimagining the song “All I want For Christmas Is You” is a testament to our curiosity, our tenacity, and our eternal optimism that some day we’ll hit the high notes. Watch a bunch of celebrities try to touch the sun, then fall, charred, at Mariah Carey’s feet.
When Madonna was in the car with James Corden she tried to shock us all by announcing she made out with Michael Jackson once, and Corden, at least, seemed surprised. Bruno Mars gives away almost no personal details in his Carpool Karaoke segment, but he’s far more delightful to watch.
Madonna can barely stay in her seat for the first five minutes of Carpool Karaoke, voguing and twerking all over the damn place. She settles down after trashing James Corden’s flannel shirt.
James Corden, the late night host we initially treated like a tourist asking for directions when we’re in a rush, will host the Grammy Awards in February, taking the place of LL Cool J. This is an actual good idea.
There are no longer any pop stars who are too big or too good for James Corden and his Carpool Karaoke. Lady Gaga has a new album out, and plans to perform at the Super Bowl, so she was bound to be riding shotgun with Corden through the streets of LA at some point.
A reminder to anyone who wasn’t already feeling sick with fear at the prospect of our society’s swift and inevitable decline: there is going to be a movie about emojis, it is called—wait for it—Emojimovie: Express Yourself, and it is coming out next August. Maybe we’ll all be dead by then.
We’ve been threatened with this edition of Carpool Karaoke for what feels like months and it’s finally here. Britney Spears is sent from above to at times sing, and at other times leave all the musical heavy lifting to James Corden. How much of this guy’s life is spent memorizing lyrics?
I tolerate the Carpool Karaoke segment of James Corden’s late night television program. I will even watch half an episode of its forthcoming show. But I firmly believe that the Drop the Mic segment of his television program needs to be its own entity.
Carpool Karaoke, the segment on James Corden’s Late Late Show, is a conceit that’s generally annoyed me, seemingly tailored to show off Corden’s singing skills among bigger stars like the type of person at actual karaoke who will do a Celine Dion ballad at 3 am and insists you stay silent for the duration.
