The Associated Press Staff. In a series of tweets , Wilde called late Atlanta Journal-Constitution reporter Kathy Scruggs bold, smart and fearless and the actress rejected headlines that suggested she thought Scruggs acted improperly. Wilde said she understood the "fictional dramatization of the story" to be that Scruggs and the FBI agent who leaked information to her were in a "pre-existing romantic relationship, not a transactional exchange of sex for information. The Clint Eastwood docudrama focuses on Jewell, who was initially hailed as hero for finding a bomb at the Olympics in Atlanta and clearing the area of bystanders. One person was killed and were injured when the bomb exploded. Jewell likely helped prevent many more casualties, but within a few days was reported to be the focus of the FBI investigation, and the public quickly turned on him. He was cleared three months later after his life had been upended by the investigation and public scrutiny. Scruggs, who died in , is shown not just as overwhelmingly arrogant and bitter but as a reporter who seemingly sleeps with a source, an FBI agent played by Jon Hamm, for the scoop that Jewell was a suspect.
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She donned a massive false baby bump as she continued shooting scenes for her new movie Life Itself in Lower Manhattan on Saturday. The year-old American actress looked thrilled as she spent some quality time with her two-year-old son and handsome other half - all while sporting her prosthetic bump. Working mumma! Olivia, who was also wearing the same outfit during her shoot on Monday, couldn't contain her smiles as she picked up the adorable youngster. After a quick hug from mother, Jason took over and held onto Otis as they watched the blonde beauty shoot further scenes. While still standing in the crosswalk, she bent her legs and clutched the baby bump, looking as though she were roaring with laughter. Happy: The year-old American actress looked thrilled as she spent some quality time with her two-year-old son - all while sporting her prosthetic bump. Family girl: Olivia, who was also wearing the same outfit during her shoot on Monday, couldn't contain her smiles as she picked up the adorable youngster. What's this? Otis - who is the older brother to Daisy, 5 months - seemed fascinated by his mummy's fake bump.
A few years ago, in an all-too-brief interlude between conquering a severe fear of flying and the advent of buzzkill flight shame , I settled into a transatlantic journey, stuffed with cheesy pasta, flanked by an adorable number of miniature wine bottles, and prepared to watch the ultimate comfort film, Bridesmaids. In my happy carby stupor, I had forgotten that it opens with Kristen Wiig jiggling around on top of Jon Hamm for far longer than the woman next to me felt comfortable with. I saw her glance over, and glance back, then repeat the manoeuvre, her disapproval silent but deadly. Somehow, to acknowledge it by turning it off would have been worse, so I left them to bounce on, unwatched, yet judged. Wilde had the displeasure of watching her own movie on a flight recently and I knew it could not be the same liberated airline that had provided my Bridesmaids incident. Fans had been in touch to tell her about strange and savage cuts that had been made to some of its most crucial scenes and, on watching it herself, Wilde took to Twitter to list them. They are extravagantly prudish, homophobic and sexist, which is particularly egregious given that one of the main strengths of the film is to rally against such idiocy with class and wit. It is wearying beyond belief to once again receive the familiar and harmful message that a same-sex storyline is disgusting, or porny, or NSFW, to be chopped out and hidden away. The implication that it is shameful is so terribly damaging.
On Monday, Olivia Wilde announced via Instagram that she was pregnant with her second child. And while we're thrilled for her news, it comes on the heels of Wilde being in the press for a less exciting headline—her age. I thought it'd be fun to switch up my usual yoga routine, so I went. The room was filled with college students. It was finals week for our nearby university, and apparently this class in particular was serving as a sort of study break for the students. Somehow I missed that memo. Despite the fact that I have three children, I like to think of myself as young and more-or-less cool. I had a glow stick on each wrist, but I also was fairly certain that my C-section scar had developed luminescent powers and was shining through the waistband of my full-length leggings. Lean into it. Dab it out!