Britney, Can You Hear Me?

Was she ever talented? Could she ever sing? Watching her lip-sync and stumble through her song, "Gimme More" last night pained me. The surest way to stay famous is to screw up repeatedly, be less-than-mediocre when you used to attract the likes of Madonna and Justin Timberlake. Not to mention the media has a severe case of schadenfreude (sp?) over Britney and it's really sad. They all ask for it, and I can feel superior while burying my face in a bag of Cheetos. Dish can't sing either, so Britney and I are equal. Except she's way richer.

On a positive note, because that's what The Secret preaches (imagine, Rhonda Byrne was inspired to write the bestseller thanks to a "hundred-year-old book" her daughter gave to her. I'm curious what hundred-year-old book it could possible be. There aren't that many to choose from!), Dish is over her long-time disdain for Ryan Philippe. He might be okay. Cruel Intentions was a black mark on his permanent record, along with an account or two of his stepping out on Reese (which is like taking out the garbage in Hollywood and France). But he redeems himself in Breach, where he's an agent hired to bring down his boss, Chris Cooper (who looks as if he has a three-pack-a-day habit and drinks hard). The acting was excellent.

And now, to scour the web to find Yentl, another supposed trainwreck that'll bring everything full circle.