Country Strong trailer, you guys:
Haha. Look, whatever. I’m sure that when it comes time for Gwyneth Paltrow to disguise her fake English accent with an even faker southern accent that she hires the finest dialect coach that money can buy. Tracy Anderson is probably her dialect coach. Every day she wakes up, squeezes a grapefruit into her hair, and then spends the rest of the day at Tracy Anderson’s $10,000-a-month dialect gym. She probably got so comfortable in the role that she never even accidentally used the word “stone” when talking about someone’s weight (this movie does have a lot of conversations about weight, I bet). But the thing about these movies that is always the funniest is how dramatic and victorious they are acting about an incredibly famous and successful egomaniacal woman-who-looks-great-for-her-age-but-is-still-subject-as-are-we-all-to-the-passage-of-time’s rough patch. OH, I SURE HOPE THAT BELOVED MUSIC STAR WITH NICE CLOTHES AND HAIR AND A COMFORTABLE HOUSE AND LUXURY TOUR BUS CONTINUES TO BE FAMOUS AND DOESN’T GET OVERSHADOWED BY A YOUNGER WOMAN WHO ONE DAY WILL SHARE IN ALL THE SAME PRIVILEGES THAT SHE ENJOYS! I know that addiction is a serious disease, and I’m sure the public humiliation of being a celebrity who goes to rehab is extremely difficult, but also whoops these are all make believe characters so what am I even talking about, and you know what else is extremely difficult? Not being a fucking millionaire. Yuck.