Name:  Pierce Brendan Brosnan
Birthdate:  May 16, 1953
Breakout Role:  Titular role, Remington Steele

It’s no big secret that I am a huge Pierce Brosnan fan from way back in the 1980’s, when I first saw the opening credits for a little show called Remington Steele, so indulge me for a bit.  As a dorky teenager, I fell for the twinkling blue eyes and mysterious smile and never looked back.  I can remember sitting in my mom’s tacky little living room, watching on a console television that still had a dial and rabbit ears encased in aluminum foil, and thinking, “This man is going to be a star.”  (I was smart, even back then.)

He not only was the best Bond (imo), but he’s a general all-around great guy, committed to his causes and still making great movies.  The fact that he’s Irish (he became an American citizen in 2004) doesn’t hurt matters any (considering my own heritage is part Irish, part Scot).  And today, I found out he is the new face of L’Oreal Men Expert line of skincare.  Hey, whatever keeps those Irish eyes a-smilin’ is fine with me.

I just bought The Thomas Crown Affair, and I own all the Bonds, so I may have to have a Brosnan movie night tonight…

Trivia:

• He had problems with the line “If you’re Q, does that make him R?” in The World Is Not Enough, because his Irish accent got in the way of proper pronunciation (he says it “Ahrh”).
• In the movie Tomorrow Never Dies, a stuntman got a bit too into the scene and hit Pierce in the mouth with his helmet, causing him to have to have emergency stitches (but finished the scene!).  In the scene where he’s driving and answers the call from Elliot Carver, you can just see the stitches before he answers his mobile.  He now has a scar just above his lip, and it is referenced in the opening scenes of Die Another Day.
• Also in the opening scenes of Die Another Day, Pierce blew out his meniscus when he jumped on that last hovercraft.  You can see him slip.  Ow!

Favorite movie lines:

Xenia Onatopp:  Nice to meet you, Mr. Bond.
Bond:  The pleasure, I’m sure, was all mine.  (Goldeneye)

Q:  Here’s your cell phone.  Talk here, listen here.
Bond:  So that’s what I’ve been doing wrong all these years?  (Tomorrow Never Dies)

Bond [strolling into a hotel in Hong Kong dripping wet in nothing but a pair of pajamas]:  My usual suite, please.  (Die Another Day)

I love Toby Keith.  Not only is he the hawtness, with a great sense of humor to boot, and his voice is to die for, but he’s a huge supporter of our troops and goes out of his way to entertain them.  But at a recent show in Afghanistan, it seems the locals didn’t appreciate his vocal stylings:

Keith and his band were in the middle of the song “Weed With Willie” when mortar fire on the base in Kandahar erupted, sending the band and the troops looking for cover.

“We all ran about 100 yards to a concrete bunker,” Curt Motley, the singer’s agent who was with him on the USO tour, told People.

Keith is currently on an 18-show USO tour throughout the Persian Gulf.

The singer and his bandmates stayed inside a bunker with the soldiers for about an hour, reportedly signing autographs and posing for photos to pass the time.

Once they were given the sign it was all clear, the country star returned to the stage, against the advice of military personnel.

“He went right to the verse he was in and finished his show!” Motley told People.

What a class act, to go out there and finish the show for our brave men and women in the Armed Forces.  They deserve the best we have (so let’s please not send Jessica Simpson any more).

This is the second post I’ve done this week about a country singer who could show some of these primadonna so-called “stars” a thing or two about professionalism and how to get things done.  Do you think Toby had to have a red carpet surrounded by scented candles just to walk to a stage on a military base?  Or perhaps he refused to sing for the troops unless he had a certain brand of water, chilled to just the right temperature, and some PLAIN (not peanut, or heads will roll) M&M’s?  Or maybe he would have threatened to storm out in a huff if someone couldn’t find wheatgrass juice and he forgot his black nail polish (a possibility that Trace Adkins, another country star, had to deal with concerning the Backstreet Boys on the season finale of The Apprentice, something which still gives me lulz)?

So you can forget the wheatgrass juice and the candles and the fawning sycophants waiting to wipe a star’s behind each time they fart gold.  Give me a real star like Toby Keith any day (preferably gift wrapped, but include the hat and boots, please).  One Breath Of Fresh Air Award for my man Toby, and put it on my tab.

Now this is the real deal.  So many of today’s primadonna “stars” could take a few notes.  Despite crushing some of the bones in his foot in an equipment malfunction, country star Kenny Chesney decides the show must go on:

Chesney’s foot was stuck for about 30 seconds between the stage and a lift that elevated him to the stage at Williams-Brice Stadium, according to CMT.

The singer was limping and holding his knee, CMT reported.

After the show, doctors from the University of South Carolina cut off Chesney’s boot to minimize damage.

“I took one look at those fans, and there was no way I wasn’t going on,” Chesney said in a statement. “Sometimes the energy and the adrenalin pull you through.”

He added, “They had come to rock, and there was no way I was sending them home with anything less than the best of what me and my guys came to do – put it all out there and give them back at least as good as they gave us.”

Noooooo…not the boots!

Thirty seconds?  So many superstar fragile flowers nowadays won’t go on stage if they get a hangnail, let alone getting their foot stuck in a piece of machinery for thirty seconds.  Seriously…have you ever had anything painful happen to you for thirty seconds?  It seems like an eternity.  If he had on tight boots, that might have helped him limp through the show, but still…that had to hurt major bad.

But, I guess if you can stand being married to Squinty McSquint, crushing your foot is comparable to a kiss from a baby.

Just for D, here’s some Justin, minus his box.

Enjoy Justin channeling his inner John Holmes in the upcoming Mike Myers film The Love Guru.

TGIF!

I realize that GlossLip is a celeb entertainment blog, and not overly concerned with sports.  Hey, if I want detailed sports analysis, I’ll go over to The Futon Report and read Matt Sussman (author of our own ManBalm segments).  I’m a football mom, and I know the ins and outs of the game, but this really isn’t the place to discuss them.

So, since we are what we are, and we aren’t pretending to be what we aren’t, let’s stick to what GlossLip does best:

Who’s hotter…

Tom Brady?

Or Eli Manning?

I’m going with Eli, mainly because I hate the Patriots.

Cast your vote below!

Just when you thought Johnny Depp couldn’t possibly get any cooler, he goes and does something like this.  To show his gratitude to Great Ormond Street, the hospital that saved his daughter’s life during her health scare last year, he made a generous donation of his own money as a huge thank you:

Johnny Depp secretly visited Great Ormond Street Hospital yesterday to donate £1 million [approximately $1.9 million USD] of his own money to thank staff for saving his daughter’s life.

He arrived unexpectedly at the London children’s hospital where eight-year-old Lily-Rose was treated last year when her kidneys failed. […]

In March last year, Lily-Rose spent nine days at Great Ormond Street after E.coli poisoning led to the failure of her kidneys.

She is said to have contracted the bug while staying with Depp, 43, and her mother Vanessa Paradis, 34, in a rented mansion in Richmond, Surrey, while he filmed Sweeney Todd.

Filming at Pinewood in Buckinghamshire had to be halted as her conditioned worsened so much it was feared she might not live.

And not only that, but he reprised his role as swashbuckling slurring pirate Captain Jack Sparrow to read to children at the hospital:

And on November 29, unknown to the public, Depp spent four hours at the hospital telling bedtime stories to patients dressed as Captain Jack Sparrow after having his Pirates Of The Caribbean costume flown over from Los Angeles.

Also, Disney, owners of the Pirates franchise, said they would donate £10 million (approximately $19.7 million USD) to the hospital, who is needing to raise £170 million (approximately $330 million USD) over five years for major renovations.

Most stars would have called a press conference, set up streaming video, and had giant oversized checks printed up with the amount of money donated emblazoned in a font large enough to be caught by photographers’ cameras.  And if they had shown up to read to children, they would have had made sure that a reporter was with them, dutifully chronicling every affected smile and pat on the head for posterity.  To see someone of this caliber doing this sort of charitable activity with nary a journalist in sight is truly refreshing, and a wonderful palate cleanser after the overblown events of yesterday concerning She Who Must Not Be Named.  He’s the official first recipient of the “Breath Of Fresh Air” award here at GlossLip.

I wish Lily-Rose a lifetime of continued good health.  I also wish there were more celebrities like Johnny Depp.  Who would have thought he would have come so far from 21 Jump Street?

No pun intended.

David Beckham is now the new face, and a few other things, of Emporio Armani Underwear and has completed one of the modeling shoots, which will be debuting in Vanity Fair in February.

Now, I have to admit, I’ve never quite understood the appeal of Davey boy.  Too many tats, too much metrosexualness, too much Posh p*ssywhippedness.  I don’t think I’d like a guy who dresses better than I do.  And he probably smells like Instinct (which is nasty, stinky stuff).

I do have to say, however, that this photo holds a certain appeal for me.  I can’t quite put my finger on it, though.  I’ll just sit here and stare at the photo until it jumps up at me.

No, give me a minute, it’ll come to me eventually.

Okay, you can go away now.  I’ll let you know when you can return.

Ok, I saw this pic on D-Listed, easily one of the funniest celeb websites on the plane. Oh, and I just wanted to point out that Johnny Depp is still unmarried. As fate would have it, I am not.

This is Johnny looking smoldering at the Sweeney Todd premiere in NY. Sweeney Todd is a Johnny’s latest film collaboration with director Tim Burton, they’ve done about ten billion films together. Well, maybe it’s more like ten, but still, that seems like a lot for one director. How about we spread it around some Johnny.

I have a film Johnny and I can do together. There’d be a lot of swashbuckling in the nude and it only stars Johnny and myself. There would be a lot of sweating too. Is that too much information? Too bad!

I don’t watch Dancing With The Stars, even though I like to see ballroom dancing (Strictly Ballroom is one of my favorite movies), but I kind of kept up on this competition because of one man: Helio. That’s right, the two-time Indy 500 winner won the dancing competition, and all that was missing was a fence for him to climb.

So why isn’t the champ celebrating with his fiancee? Well, it could be because his fiancee is no longer his fiancee:

“I haven’t talked to him in two months,” [Aliette] Vazquez said. “I am devastated.”

While Vazquez, a Cuban fashion designer, did not give a reason for calling off the engagement, she hinted that the nuptials nixing was a long time coming.

“I came out for the first episode of Dancing and haven’t seen him since,” she said.

Castroneves himself confirmed the split.

“I can confirm that Aliette Vazquez and I have called off our engagement and are no longer together,” he said. “At this time, I would prefer to keep my private life private.”

The former couple had already pushed back their wedding to 2008, for which Heilo cited his busy schedule of auto racing and dancing, while apparently the kiss in the above photo is a ’stage kiss’ done as part of the dance routine.

But, there are rumors that there is more than just dancing between Helio and his dance partner, Julianne Hough:

Castroneves told entertainment news show “Extra” on Wednesday that he has split from his fiancée, Aliette Vazquez. There’s speculation that the breakup may have been caused by a budding romance between Castroneves and his “Dancing With the Stars” partner, Julianne Hough. The two shared a kiss on Tuesday night’s show.

“It was the beginning of something,” Castroneves told “Extra,” “[but] it [the relationship] was beyond that point. It was time to let go.”

He had just been on the television show The View talking about his win, and about dancing at his wedding. But after the show, he indicated that the interview was about the dancing, not his personal life, and he preferred not to talk about that with the chatty ladies on the show.

So hmm. It could very well be that they are just platonic friends, but maybe Julianne taught Helio more than just how to ball change.

This guy?  Since when?

Matt Damon was voted by People Magazine as their Sexiest Man Alive for 2007.  Which brings me to a question.  What happened to the Sexiest Man Alive for 2006?  Is he no longer sexy?  What about the winner for 2005?  2002?  1998?  How can you have a “The Sexiest Man Alive” each year?  Wouldn’t a winner be “Sexiest Man Alive” until he dies?

And how did Matt Damon make it?  He’s okay, I guess, and he may be a prince of a fella.  I don’t know.  But this guy looks as sexy as a bowl of oatmeal.  I mean, at times a bowl of oatmeal looks pretty good, if you know what I mean.  Hot and steamy and yummy.  Sprinkle a little brown sugar on it, maybe a little cinnamon, and you’ve got yourself a tasty breakfast.  But a bowl of oatmeal will only take you so far, and then it just gets cold and gluey.  And then what have you got?  A cold bowl of paste.

Besides, some mornings you don’t feel like oatmeal.  Some mornings, you want Rice Chex.  Or Frosted Flakes.   Or a banana nut muffin.  Oh yeah, a nice warm banana nut muffin is great in the mornings.  With butter.

Sorry, Matt…take your Quaker drum and go sit in the corner now, I don’t want oatmeal today.  Maybe later.  Now, where’s my muffin?