The Perfect of Gwyneth Paltrow

Terry Richardson/Harper's BazaarSometimes I think Gwyneth Paltrow is just saying this stuff to get a rise out of people.

The Oscar winner receives a lot of flack for her holier-than-thou comments about following an organic skincare regimen, her insistence on $60 olive oil, her can't-live-without in-home pizza oven, her naming her first-born child after fruit. And then she goes and gives us more ammunition.

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In the March issue of Harper's Bazaar, the 39-year-old mom of two shares more than you'd ever want to know about her diet, explaining she's currently on a 12-week detox program. "I have a lot of inflammation in my system, so I'm not having anything I'm allergic to -- no gluten, no dairy, no sugar," she shares. Why? "I'll wake up exhausted; I can feel my adrenal cortex being really high. When I get into bed, my heart will pound, my skin won't be good, I'll feel cranky, and then I'll just know it's time."

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Terry Richardson/Harper’s Bazaar

So.the lovely Paltrow is either so out of touch she's expecting the rest of us to nod along and share quips about our own adrenal cortexes, or, well, maybe she's just faking it. Trying to fool us all with this over-the-top character she's created, a sort of clean-living Andrew Dice Clay.

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And one who claims to be happy with her wrinkles … not that we can see them, of course.

"I don't like the Botox thing," she says. The wife of Coldplay rocker Chris Martin does however, confess to doing "little things, like lasers" and getting regular facials, often with London-based facialist Vaishaly Patel, who, I might mention, charges 250 British pounds per 55-minute session according to the clinic's website, which comes out to $393, or about $7 per minute. But who's counting?

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One thing Paltrow is counting, however, is children. The self-described hands-on mother (does any woman ever describe herself as a hands-off mom, actually?) to 7-year-old Apple and 5-year-old Moses, says that while she's "focused, precise, and hardworking" -- including when it comes to parenthood -- she may be passing on having any more children. The daily school run she explains, is "such a f***ing drag. The other day, I was saying to Chris, 'The window's closing. Do we want to have another baby? I don't think we do, but let's just have the discussion,' and he said, 'We can have another baby, but you realize you'll be doing the school run until you're 58.' I said, 'Let's just not! We're good!'"

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It's moments like these during the interview, when Gwyneth becomes a little more human. Like when she insists she eats whatever she wants when she's not detoxing, like bread (mmm!) cheese (yum!), even wine (yay!). But just a few lines later, when giving examples of what she actually consumes in a given day, it all comes crashing down. "I'll have a smoothie before [I take the kids to school], with protein and almond milk, and coconut water while I'm working out, and usually a green juice afterward." Lunch "depends on how busy I am. A lot of times, I'll just have half an avocado with salad dressing or rice cakes and almond butter and fruit, but if I have some time, then I'll make a salad with protein or a turkey burger."

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And while we're on the subject, recipes for that turkey burger, recommendations on which almond butter to buy, and advice on how to choose the perfect organic avocado, can all be found on Paltrow's be-like-me website GOOP, which gets more than a million hits a month. Sure, some visitors might be eye-rollers like me, but many are Gwyneth fans who swear by all she has to share. The author of the Harper's Bazaar piece, it seems probably falls into the latter category. "Gwyneth's calm beauty is striking, as is her extraordinary discipline," she gushes. "As she falls naturally into yoga stretches during the course of the conversation, supple as a cat, you realize that this is a woman for whom working out has become essential.

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Yoga stretches during the course of the conversation? Meaning she couldn't get through the interview without popping a few good-for-your-posture poses? Gwyneth, you never disappoint.

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Soderbergh's Contagion: Don't Touch Gwyneth Paltrow!

As the house lights dimmed in the Venice Film Festival's Darsena Theater before the beginning of Contagion, a man sitting just behind us let out a few rasping coughs. That's not unusual in any movie house just before the feature starts; and journalists, for whom the world-premiere screening was held, are not a particularly robust bunch. Then Gwyneth Paltrow, playing a businesswoman on a flight from Hong Kong to Chicago, emitted the same hard bark — and in a few screen minutes her character was dead from the globe-girdling virus that is the subject of Steven Soderbergh's deadly plausible new thriller. When the fellow one row back kept up his hacking, I wondered if he was the kind of "plant" that horror-movie producer William Castle used to put in theaters to make weird noises and scare the real customers.
Soderbergh's Contagion: Don't Touch Gwyneth Paltrow!


Except that, with Contagion, the real fear comes when you leave the theater. Scott Z. Burns's original script dramatizes, with brisk ruthlessness, the dangers of touching anyone who may be infected — or anything he or she may have touched. Remember Dennis Miller's joke, back in the '90s, that you had to worry about getting AIDS not just from people you had sex with but from people you wanted to have sex with? Well, this is a disease you could get from a family member, a coworker, a subway sneezer or anyone near anyone who comes near you. One of Contagion's creepiest scenes comes early in the film, when a distinguished research scientist (Elliott Gould) glances around a diner and instantly spots a dozen places where the virus could contaminate and swiftly kill a customer: the rim of a glass, the hands of a hash slinger, an unsterilized fork, a mouth that coughs.

The Spanish flu epidemic of 1918 killed more than 50 million people, perhaps 5% of the world's population at the time, and infected about 500 million. That catastrophe took two years to play out. Today, in a few days, a few people on transcontinental flights could unknowingly spread a much more severe plague. And if the virus is a new strain, as in Contagion, months could pass before it was isolated, years before a potent antidote could be found, produced, marketed and distributed. Innocence would be no protection; the only sure antidotes would be home confinement and a healthy paranoia.

Docudrama style, the movie weaves scenes of epidemiologists to locate the source of the virus and break its code with vignettes of ordinary folks facing mortality or its imminent threat. Knowing from his direction of the similarly sprawling Traffic that an audience needs famous actors as signposts in such a peripatetic narrative, Soderbergh cast Laurence Fishburne and Bryan Cranston as officials at the Centers for Disease Control, Kate Winslet as a super-sleuth for the Epidemic Intelligence Service and Marion Cotillard as a doctor from the World Health Organization who tracks the virus back to Hong Kong. Matt Damon, playing Paltrow's husband, is the frightened but resolute face of American citizenry; and Jude Law is a rogue blogger who is the first journalist to stumble onto the story and promptly puts the panic in pandemic.

This is Soderbergh's 22nd feature in 22 years; his first was sex, lies, and videotape, followed by crowdpleasers like Erin Brockovich and the Ocean's Eleven (Twelve, Thirteen) capers and several defiantly indie efforts (Solaris, Bubble, Che, The Girlfriend Experience). Acting as his own cinematographer, under the name Peter Andrews, and producing many other films (Pleasantville, Far from Heaven, Syriana), Soderbergh is a whirling creative force with an elusive directorial personality. But the man does have a gift for organization, both in putting projects and actors together and in bringing clarity to teeming narratives — skills put to excellent use here. And in Burns, who also wrote Soderbergh's drily off-kilter The Informant!, with Damon as a corporate whistle-blower with a secret agenda, he has found a crafty collaborator who knows his craft.

For a good hour, a very good first hour, the film efficiently accumulates small, terrifying incidents and images: Paltrow's haggard face on the flight home; the flecks of froth on a man's mouth; the refusal of a mortician to host funeral services for the victims; and, in this fastidious melodrama's one uggy moment, the peeling back of a corpse's scalp to allow an autopsy. Later, as the news spreads with the virus and terror propels the population into rabid belligerence, the movie sedates its pulse, softens its focus and threatens to become a straightfaced Zombieland. There's also an unnecessary climactic kidnapping. But Burns and Soderbergh manage to tell their epidemiological epic in a hurtling, compact 105 minutes. Perhaps for purposes of concision, or because they wanted to skirt politics, the filmmakers omitted any pharma executives or federal or local politicians from their character list. That leaves a curious hole, but Contagion is a movie, not a miniseries.

If the film has a villain, it's Law's blogger, named Krumwiede (as in crumb-weed, which sounds like an eight-year-old's insult), fanning genuine fear and fake cures. But Contagion does have a heroine in Ally Haskell (Jennifer Ehle), a Bio-Safety Lab doctor with the expertise and guts to risk her life to find a cure. It's a treat to see Ehle, a winning, often underused actress, in a crucial movie role. Her warm, flinty performance, first among equals in a strong cast, is one of the prime lessons to take away from this intelligent Surgeon General's advisory of a film. Another would be to wear rubber gloves and a cloth mouth-mask when you see Contagion. There might be a cougher nearby.

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Drunks, Gwyneth Paltrow Imitating Britney

Gwyneth Paltrow as a drunkard in his latest film.

Ready to release his latest film, entitled 'Strong Country'. In the film director Shana Feste, the Paltrow will act as Kelly Canter, a Country singer who have problems with alcohol.

As a director and screenwriter, intentionally shaping the character of Feste Kelly Canter as a woman whose life was messy, very complex, and full of conflict.

"You will see the drama and conflict in this story, like in real life. When writing the script, I saw a shadow figure of Britney Spears in it," said Feste told Fox.

Britney Spears in mind was struggling to cope with alcohol dependence. Career and his home life fall apart. He also made a sensation with a shaved head.

"When I finished writing the story of this film, coinciding with the death of Michael Jackson. Real life increasingly convinced me that I had brought this story had really happened," said the director.

Meanwhile, Paltrow also agree with this. To explore the characters in the film, he cheated a lot of Britney Spears's personal life. Although, he had another reason when deciding to accept the offer to play in this movie.

"I originally did not think would be Britney. I took this role because of the advice my good friend, Beyonce," he said.

According to a senior actress, she gets a lot of input from Beyonce and Faith Hill. "They very much helped me to accept the challenge and this role. They give advice and input of many that I did not know before," said the blond woman.

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