Gone are the days of Clark Gable telling Vivien Leigh that frankly, he doesn’t give a damn. Or the iconic Marilyn Monroe convincing us that diamonds really are a girls best friend. Nowadays I have to try desperately hard to keep my food down when watching the movies that grace the silver screen. When did it all become about special effects, cheap gags and nose jobs? Where did all the good actors go? Thank god we still have Meryl.

The other week I watched A Walk To Remember. A relatively old Mandy Moore film, where Moore plays a frumpy,
allergic-to-fashion, cancer patient who doesn’t own a hair brush or a pair of straighteners, but she just so happens to sing every song from Mandy Moore’s latest album (circa 2002) what a funny coincidence! Has she no shame? Using the big C to gain record sales, so tacky. Towards the end of the film I was ready to put arsenic in my own drink, or at least in Mandy’s.

Luckily for humankind, Mandy hasn’t surfaced with a decent film since then – there is a God after all. And I just checked her IMDB and she doesn’t have any films in the pipelines either. I’d throw a party to celebrate this, but I fear that might bring on bad karma. Oh screw it, party at mine bitchessss!!!

Though I’m a firm believer that talent in Hollywood is on the rise. J’adore Anne Hathaway, Rachel McAdams and Jake Gyllenhaal to name but a few, they are just a selection of the amazing actors who will be around for a long time. They radiate style, sex and sophistication in the movies and on the red carpet, and as far as I’m aware none of them are addicted to meth or post naked photos of themselves on the internet. How refreshing.