Shirtless and sexy with James Bond #2: the Marc Jacobs Edition

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If Tuesday's post featuring pictures of a shirtless Daniel Craig getting chummy with shirtless Bravo TV exec Andy Cohen had you all hot and bothered, wait until you get a load of these new shots featuring the seemingly perpetually beachcombing blond Bond bombshell.

This time Craig is bobbing around in the surf with designer Marc Jacobs, who -- we might add -- is looking even more ripped than he was when he graced Out's September 2007 cover. And -- bonus! -- there are also several shots of Jacobs making out with his hunky boyfriend Lorenzo Martone (above left).

With all this leisure time spent consorting with high profile half-naked gays, we can't help but wonder if perhaps there isn't something Daniel would like to tell us?

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Lesbian Vampire Killers will invade Britain in 2009

Of the pop culture motifs that defined 2008, there are two in particular that Batman, recessionistas, the iPhone, and "Change" had nothing on: vampires and lesbians. So what's left to look forward to in 2009? Well, for starters, the release of a cinematic feat of the British imagination entitled... wait for it... Lesbian Vampire Killers. With its ambiguous syntax and vague, meta-happy trailer it promises ... not too much.

We can't say with utmost certainty whether it's about killers of lesbian vampires (lame) or vampire killers who are lesbians (like Buffy in our wildest dreams) or killers who are lesbian vampires (yow!). Here's hoping (and suspecting) it's the latter, that it gets a speedy US release, and that it doesn't, er, suck.

-- JESSANNE COLLINS

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Shirtless and sexy with James Bond and Mr. Bravo TV

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If all you really wanted for Christmas was a paparazzi close-up of Daniel Craig's chest, boy does INF have some late-breaking stocking stuffers for you. For extra new year cheer, skip the shots where he canoodles with some random lady and focus on the ones where he frolicks merrily in the St. Barts surf with Bravo TV exec Andy Cohen. Ho ho ho!

--JESSANNE COLLINS

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You Say You Want a Revolution

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After spending last week with the family, maybe you have some lingering concerns after enduring the probing questions (or scowls) about your fabulous big gay lifestyle. Maybe on the way home you wonder, should I have married Kate Winslet and bought that white house on the hill just like Mom dreamed?  Well, here's the antidote to reassure you have absolutely made the right choices: Revolutionary Road, a.k.a. the reunion of Kate and Leo, a.k.a. the marriage of Jack and Rose if he hadn't sunk into the icy blue ocean and it turned out that, post-Titanic crisis, they kinda hate each other. 

The movie, directed by Sam Mendes, is based on Richard Yates's novel who first looked at upwardly mobile suburban angst in 1961, way before Mendes's American Beauty examined it, and this origin story is sparser, less flashy, and more compelling, driven by great performances. Kate Winslet is radiant -- which may or may not have something to do with being married to the director -- even when playing harsh (I never thought being called merely "a boy who made me laugh at a party" could be so devastating).  DiCaprio looks a bit pinch-faced and doughy throughout the film, doing his DiCaprio thing of Acting Very Earnestly. The two needle each other well, from nearly the second scene in the movie, laying out the dread that follows us for two hours. This movie being listed as a "romance" in any description is just mean. Or possibly sadistic. It's practically an ad campaign against heterosexual marriage.

Revolutionary Road tastes like Oscar-bait, but once the film gets going you won't take your eyes off the screen, especially moments featuring Kathy Bates, the real estate agent and neighbor, and Michael Shannon as her committed son on leave from the sanitarium, who may or may not be the voice of reason in the wilderness.  Some might be sick of cinematic studies on the perils of straight white middle-class mores, but if we can understand the history of the first steps, and see the damage it does on even those inside, perhaps the ennui epidemic will finally get under control. Or at the very least, we won't get such tsk-tsking at the dinner table every year during the holidays for living like bohemian hedonists.

-- A. RAYMOND JOHNSON

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Michael Lohan is back to being his old self again

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You'd have to have been a total idiot to believe that Michael Lohan was really going to keep his word when he promised to stop slagging on Samantha Ronson back in October. A mere two months later the haterade is already flowing again and a new rant that surfaced on X17online.com proves that for Lindsay's dad, Christmas is the jerkiest time of the year.

Among the choice phrases in the dispatch, Michael claims "Sam IS a drug! Just like a drug she is controlling!" and believes no one else in Lindsay's life will tell her as much because of her "celebrity." Finally, with a self-imposed authority equal to the Oracle of Delphi, Michael predicts we shouldn't "expect any 'great deeds' or work from Lindsay until Sam is gone!" Aw, shucks! There goes our hopes for Lindsay to take over Hillary Clinton's Senate seat.

Now, to get that icky Michael Lohan taste out of your mouth (God forbid!), check out these totally adorable shots of Linds and Sam weathering the storm with a formidable bout of high-octane hugging.

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Not a creature was stirring...

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In honor of the various holidays being celebrated this week, Popnography is temporarily being put into suspended animation. Rest assured we'll be back Monday with more gossip and gayness than you can shake your candy cane at. Merry/Happy _________! (Insert whatever holiday you wish in the blank.)

Breaking news: Gays don't hate Little Britain!

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A British tabloid has agreed to pay libel damages to comedic geniuses Matt Lucas (above right) and David Walliams (above left) for falsely reporting that gays hate Little Britain. (On the contrary, we've gone on record calling it "the funniest show in the world.") In September, the Daily Star Sunday reported that the West Hollywood Gay and Lesbian Alliance deemed Little Britain USA "politically incorrect, offensive and obnoxious." Turns out that not only did the group say no such thing, the group doesn't even exist writes... er... the Daily Star (awkward!), and the paper has agreed to print an apology in addition to paying undisclosed damages and legal costs. Said a rep for Lucas and Walliams: "The allegations have been particularly hurtful because Mr. Walliams and Mr. Lucas consider that they misrepresent their relationship with an important fan base -- the gay community."

--JESSANNE COLLINS

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Hummers: Beyonce's "Diva" and "Halo"

The following two brand spakin' new videos come from Beyonce's latest (and totally schizo) CD, I Am...Sasha Fierce. The album finds the singer wafting through six or so sedate tracks as herself before transforming (we like to imagine Voltron-style) into her recently hatched alter ego, Sasha Fierce, to belt out the completely hysterical I'm-either-going-to-dance-all-night-or-rob-a-Taco-Bell-using-a-box-cutter numbers. Beyonce is no dummy -- double the personas means double the singles which means double the hours she can spend at Bergdorf Goodman.

"Diva" is the hottest mess we've seen on YouTube in months. Sporting a pair of shades inspired by the beaded curtain hanging from the doorway to the Brady Bunch's rec room, she stomps and snarls her way through what is for all intents and purposes the "Single Ladies" video but with more sets. Not that we're complaining -- we still can't get enough of it. But we will say this: If Beyonce gets any draggier the girl is going to have to start tucking!

"Halo" is from the I Am side of I Am...Sasha Fierce and it's one of our favorite tracks on the album. Yeah, it's not a club thumper, but it's basically the bubonic plague of pop ballads and once you get caught up in it, you're a goner. The video, on the other hand, is Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz with a capital Z. Looks like Sasha Fierce ran up Beyonce's Amex Ex bill buying shoulder pads and Doritos and there wasn't any money left for the "Halo" video's budget. Tragic.

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