It’s one thing when your house gets robbed. But what is someone tries to steal your WHOLE HOUSE? It happened to Halle Berry!
Judith Krantz died. Odds are your mother or grandmother read her poolside in the summer of ’78 while drinking Tab and smoking a Virginia Slim. She combined sex, shopping and champagne and, in my estimation, the poet-laureate of summer:
“Recklessly she flung herself out of her clouds of chiffon plumage only to appear in her resplendent flesh, lying totally naked on a pile of horse blankets, laughing softly as she watched Stash Valensky, momentarily bewildered and taken by surprise, struggle out of his dinner jacket. Soon, very soon, he was as naked as she. He savaged her abandoned flesh with an urgency, almost a cannibalism, he hadn’t known in years.”
And Toy Story 4 made bank this weekend. But not as much as people expected!