We're less than two months out from the Christmas Day premiere of Timothée Chalamet's latest Oscar attempt, Marty Spears. The film is based on the life of actual table-tennis champion, Marty Mauser, whom I imagine I'll learn more about after (maybe) watching this movie. But for now, all I really know about this film is that Gwyneth Paltrow had a lot of sex scenes with Chalamet and they absolutely didn't use an intimacy coordinator because, according to Paltrow, she's from "the era where you get naked." So cool!
Timmy's new Vogue cover story didn't reveal too much either. The writer says they talked about inimicay coordinators, but didn't reveal what Chalamet said, which is lame. He also didn't say anything about Kylie Jenner ("I just don't have anything to say"), which is fair. He does want kids, though, or, at least, "they could be on the radar." But apparently, he's currently "so fucking locked in now," so I guess, good for him. He also said he's been on a break from therapy, with his therapist's blessing, who told him, "Hey, when you're flying, you got to fly. That's the whole point." This is something I'll be thinking about for the rest of the day.