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What no Stephen Baldwin?
Just you wait till his website finds out. Then there'll be trouble.

"The director of Garfield.
If that’s not enough, his costars are Bette Midler (as a presumably sassy innkeeper) and Kim Cattrall, who will play Mary’s mother..."

Wow, just wow, what, are we back in 1988? Rockwell must want to buy a boat or something.

Mandy Moore's not a bad actress. And I agree with nigeltde; Marky Mark's had his good scenes. He was very good in The Departed.

I haven't seen it, but wasn't Mariah Carey good in Precious? Does she still count as a pop star?

Alicia Keys?

Am I allowed to like her, or should I just shoot myself now?

I am afraid of the neo Christian storm that will come to theaters that did when passion came out. Please no spoilers for passion.

I'd like to think Justin Timberlake's a decent actor. At the very least, he's hilarious when you put him on SNL.

And it's a stretch, but Ryan Gosling was on MMC and he turned out pretty well.

uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh...Pixie Lott is one of a new breed of pop star here in the UK. Swear to god, they're popping up like mushrooms after a rain.

They're all these upper middle class 'darlings' with odd names or nicknames, who got where they are thanks to one of Mummy or Daddy's friends who owns EMI or some such shit.

Pixie is one of the more annoying examples because a) I am certain her hair is not real and b)I've heard her sing live, twice, one on a TV show and once on radio, and she straight cant hit the notes she does on her records.
It's not even like they're fiddly notes, and she has a relatively normal voice(compared to say, Florence or Marina) but she just cant do it.
It frustrates.

Plus, since when does writing all of your own songs automatically make you an awesome singer?
Some of the best songs were written by one guy and sung by others.
I write all my own CV's(resumes) does that not automatically make me a great employee?
HIRE ME EVERYONE!! I TYPED THIS MYSELF!!

This...will suck...Lott sings, dancers, and now acts?
She's obviously a stage school darling and while there's nothing strictly wrong with Stage Schools, Lott is one of those stager kids you kind of want to smack in the mouth

Brittney from Glee is such a great casting idea for this premise Nadine. Well done!

Also, and I hate to disillusion you, I don't think there are many famous women who sport real hair these days. The fake stuff is just so full and fabulous.

I can honestly say I've never heard of Pixie Lott but her name alone is grating on my nerves.

@BWeaves, I would imagine you're right and with a name like Pixie Lott, appearing to have credibility is kind of and uphill battle.

They’re making a new movie about the origins of Jesus H. Christ. But before you ask- No, it’s not The Gospel According to Biff.

Yeah I lost interest right there.

(Sam Rockwell would be AWESOME as Biff!)

I haven't seen it, but wasn't Mariah Carey good in Precious? Does she still count as a pop star?
Posted by: mswas at May 24, 2010 7:17 PM

Yes, but she was TERRIBLE in Glitter. TERRIBLE. And it was essentially autobiographical, was it not?

Maybe Mariah practiced or had some help after the Glitter shit-i-cane. It was almost ten years ago, so at this point maybe we should go back to drubbing Cindy Crawford--was it Fair Game that it was called? Doesn't matter, I guess.

I felt it, B-Slim. And I feel my colon dissolving.

Now, if we could just get a hold of David Faustino's and Brian Austin Green rap albums, a little 'Check the O.R.' on the Tom Green tip (I can't believe those fools got a Juno...okay, I can)

Reminds me of being in high school at the acme of the boy band craze of the late '90s. Two of my friends were crazed over NSYNC, like, the St. Simeon Stylites wouldn't commit to a cause by comparison. There was a boy who bore a passing resemblance to Justin Timberlake, and he really played up the resemblance. So much double denim, too few lunch periods.

I thought it was kind of funny but dared not poke fun at it because I had known these two little steet urchins to trap me in enclosed spaces in order to recruit me into their cow-eyed cult of frosted tips. Gazing dreamily at his all-Ontarian good looks, I could see the Zapf Chancery script wrapping its myriad serifs around endless reels of invitation cards in shades of blushing pink gently gradiating into a more buff hue which was probably living under the spiritual moniker of 'nakedly nude', or some variant. You people don't need me to tell you about the smut peddled by the spectrum lobby.

My high school had (well, still) a radio station, so believe you me, if they wanted to raise funds for a charity drive, all they would have to do is play the 'Hamster Dance' or that one line of 'Mmmbop' for hour after hour. Well, it was no Merry Christmas for two concupiscent little girls when unbeknownst to anyone, the speakers cut to 'Ice, Ice Baby'. I've always believe in the merit of a good grounding in rat-tail and fade technology, the dialectics of the running man, and how to pull of the perfect hit and run (he didn't stop, NO! He just drove by. That's hard), so I could find no quarrel once the initial grimacing had worked its way through my endocrine system.

But, alack! My rancour turned to succour to see the two most defeated faces seen since that time when the Minogue who showed up was Dannii. And why, sirrah? In a move that can only be described as 'I'm-a gunna make my daddy disown me tonight', he hopped on the cafeteria table and treated the school to his own play-by-play of the magnum opus of one Iciest Maximus, and from memory--yes, my lads, by memory--performed the entire piece note-by-note, never missing a plagiarized beat. They were not amused, but would overlook it. He never had a want for any girls, so obviously something was working.

Funny to think of the layers of ripping off that were occurring, and while lodged deep in the mysteries of simulacra, the O.P.P. walked in (That's Ontario Provinvial Police). Now, peep this, babies. Everybody wants to be down when there aren't any bigger black guys or law enforcement in the vicinity, I have declared that science. Also, the minute the cuffs come out and there's a very excited canine nosing around, not even the grandest mayonnaise social in Vermont can save you. And so, he was pulled off of the table, weeping copiously into his wet shine hair gel and frosted tips, taken into the cop car, and we never saw him again.

I'd like that I didn't laughed. That's true. I laughed, and laughed, and laughed.

Check the O.R. You love the O.R.

does James Taylor in Two Lane Blacktop count?

mswas, Carey was...okay in Precious...but to be fair she wasn't really acting...It felt more like someone had pointed out that the horrible stuff Precious goes through isn't fictional so when Mariah cries a little bit its more about that, than her actually being able to act.
Plus, maybe it was the version I watched but her voice sounded like it was being run through a modulator.

There are a FEW pop stars who successfully from transition from music to acting, and Mark Wahlberg is a decent example, to be fair. He DOES have his moments and it can be quite enlightening to watch his earliest film appearances...which...were terrible...then watch his more recent ones, some of which are amazing.
Donnie isn't too bad either. Mandy Moore is another one who is a decent actress and a helluva singer.
J-Hudson is an obvious example but your mileage may vary on whether she was an actress with a good voice, or a singer who could act, given her American Idol origins- I mean most of the AI kids are trained up to perfection any way so they dont always count as just 'singers' because there's that much else going on.

If, which I feel like they are, they're goign for a bubbly blonde type to play Mary, why not Brittney from Glee?