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- News.com.au
Sharon Stone's rare red carpet appearance with all three of her sons
Sharon Stone is a proud boy mum. The actress, 67, was joined by her three sons, Roan, 25, Laird, 20, and Quinn, 19, for a rare red carpet appearance at Monday's premiere of her new film, Nobody 2, in Los Angeles. Stone wore a navy dress, glasses and a gold bangle bracelet as she posed for pictures with her boys, who all wore suits. Roan had on a pink suit, Laird opted for a grey suit, and Quinn went with a navy pinstripe suit. Along with her kids, Stone took photos with her co-stars Bob Odenkirk and Christopher Lloyd. The action thriller, also starring Connie Nielson, RZA, Colin Hanks, Michael Ironside and John Ortiz, is a sequel to 2021's Nobody, which follows a family man (Odenkirk) who returns to his former life as an assassin. Stone adopted her oldest son with her ex-husband, Phil Bronstein, in 2000. After the pair divorced in 2004, she adopted Laird in 2005 and Quinn in 2006. The Oscar nominee and Bronstein initially shared custody of Roan, but Roan ended up primarily living with his dad in San Francisco during the school year. Stone tried, and failed, to challenge the agreement. 'It broke my heart,' she said on the Table for Two with Bruce Bozzi podcast in 2023 about losing custody of Roan. 'I ended up in the Mayo Clinic with extra heartbeats in the upper and lower chambers of my heart.' Stone alleged that her role in the erotic thriller Basic Instinct affected her custody of Roan. 'When the judge asked my child – my tiny little boy, 'Do you know your mother makes sex movies?' This kind of abuse by the system, that it was considered what kind of parent I was because I made that movie,' she said. 'People are walking around with no clothes on at all on regular TV now and you saw maybe like a sixteenth of a second of possible nudity of me – and I lost custody of my child,' Stone added. Stone, who has been a single mum since her divorce, has maintained a close bond with her boys. In May, Stone shared a throwback photo of her sons swimming in the pool to celebrate Mother's Day. 'They boys, now young men, have made my Mother's Day EVERYTHING,' she wrote. Nobody 2 is in cinemas this Thursday.
Daily Telegraph
4 hours ago
- Daily Telegraph
Sydney Sweeney's real controversy is her terrible new movie
Don't miss out on the headlines from New Movies. Followed categories will be added to My News. REVIEW Who cares about a jeans ad? Sydney Sweeney's real controversy is the bell-bottom-of-the-barrel quality of her new movie, Americana. Newish, that is. The wannabe Western crime drama premiered at South by Southwest back in March 2023 and is only now skulking into some cinemas. It's a violently annoying and annoyingly violent ensemble piece speckled with 'look how wacky we are!' characters that are impossible to put up with; a copycat Coen Brothers yarn with the depth of a tortilla. The cast breakdown reads like a parody. Sydney Sweeney's latest movie to hit cinemas, 'Americana', is 'terrible'. Sweeney plays Penny Jo, a shy South Dakota waitress who dreams of becoming a country singer but has a stammer. We are supposed to accept that the constantly photographed Sweeney is a wallflower nobody pays any attention to. The actress' fake speech impediment, meanwhile, comes off both rehearsed and not nearly rehearsed enough. Penny Jo finally gets some human face time with a creepy loser. That's Lefty (Paul Walter Hauser), a breathy schlub who has proposed to four women this year alone. Despite his name, he's right-handed and tells everybody that. There's a little boy named Cal (Gavin Maddox Bergman), who insists he's the reincarnation of Sitting Bull, and shoots his mum's abusive boyfriend, Dillon (Eric Dane), with an arrow. Sweeney plays an aspiring country music singer. He links up with Native American Ghost Eye (Zahn McClarnon), the leader of a gun-totin' group that protects their tribal legacy with rifles. He says he took his moniker from the Forest Whitaker indie 'Ghost Dog.' And spitfire Mandy (Halsey) has escaped from her father's Warren Jeffs-type sex cult. And on and on. I was fed up with 'Americana' by minute 10, and the succeeding 100 did nothing to change my mind. Everybody in this quirk brigade is trying to get their hands on a rare Native American ghost shirt that's worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. Ghost Eye wants the garment for its historic significance. The rest are hungry for the cash. At one point, a group of pretentious rich snobs displays it in their living room. The points writer-director Tony Tost makes are painfully obvious. Based on her prominence on the poster, you'd think so-so Sweeney is the lead. But the roles are equal in size — and irritation — and if there is any focal point, it's Halsey's Mandy, who has a meatier arc. Though, spoiler alert, Penny Jo finds her voice at the end, our eyes remain desert dry. Sweeney attended the "Americana" special screening in early August. Picture:for Lionsgate Tost bets that eccentricities will distract from his meandering, repetitive story, which amounts to an object changing hands a few times. Under more assured direction, the shoddy script could have amounted to something mediocre at least. When the Coens or Quentin Tarantino amp up the weird in their dark depictions of a dusty America, they do so with unsettling style and an enticingly skewed vision of reality to match. Of course, they, unlike Tost, also write strong screenplays. His 'Americana' is lifelessly visualised. Eye candy? Eye toothpaste. Pair pat-on-the-back lofty themes with bland imagery and artificially kooky characters speaking hokey, unconvincing dialogue, and you get a great big bore. Americana ends on a bloody standoff, an emotional death and a heartfelt reunion. And it's all as engrossing and moving as a tumbleweed. This story originally appeared on New York Post and was reproduced with permission Originally published as Sydney Sweeney's real controversy is her terrible new movie
News.com.au
7 hours ago
- News.com.au
Sydney Sweeney's real controversy is her terrible new movie
REVIEW Who cares about a jeans ad? Sydney Sweeney's real controversy is the bell-bottom-of-the-barrel quality of her new movie, Americana. Newish, that is. The wannabe Western crime drama premiered at South by Southwest back in March 2023 and is only now skulking into some cinemas. It's a violently annoying and annoyingly violent ensemble piece speckled with 'look how wacky we are!' characters that are impossible to put up with; a copycat Coen Brothers yarn with the depth of a tortilla. The cast breakdown reads like a parody. Sweeney plays Penny Jo, a shy South Dakota waitress who dreams of becoming a country singer but has a stammer. We are supposed to accept that the constantly photographed Sweeney is a wallflower nobody pays any attention to. The actress' fake speech impediment, meanwhile, comes off both rehearsed and not nearly rehearsed enough. Penny Jo finally gets some human face time with a creepy loser. That's Lefty (Paul Walter Hauser), a breathy schlub who has proposed to four women this year alone. Despite his name, he's right-handed and tells everybody that. There's a little boy named Cal (Gavin Maddox Bergman), who insists he's the reincarnation of Sitting Bull, and shoots his mum's abusive boyfriend, Dillon (Eric Dane), with an arrow. He links up with Native American Ghost Eye (Zahn McClarnon), the leader of a gun-totin' group that protects their tribal legacy with rifles. He says he took his moniker from the Forest Whitaker indie 'Ghost Dog.' And spitfire Mandy (Halsey) has escaped from her father's Warren Jeffs-type sex cult. And on and on. I was fed up with 'Americana' by minute 10, and the succeeding 100 did nothing to change my mind. Everybody in this quirk brigade is trying to get their hands on a rare Native American ghost shirt that's worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. Ghost Eye wants the garment for its historic significance. The rest are hungry for the cash. At one point, a group of pretentious rich snobs displays it in their living room. The points writer-director Tony Tost makes are painfully obvious. Based on her prominence on the poster, you'd think so-so Sweeney is the lead. But the roles are equal in size — and irritation — and if there is any focal point, it's Halsey's Mandy, who has a meatier arc. Though, spoiler alert, Penny Jo finds her voice at the end, our eyes remain desert dry. Tost bets that eccentricities will distract from his meandering, repetitive story, which amounts to an object changing hands a few times. Under more assured direction, the shoddy script could have amounted to something mediocre at least. When the Coens or Quentin Tarantino amp up the weird in their dark depictions of a dusty America, they do so with unsettling style and an enticingly skewed vision of reality to match. Of course, they, unlike Tost, also write strong screenplays. His 'Americana' is lifelessly visualised. Eye candy? Eye toothpaste. Pair pat-on-the-back lofty themes with bland imagery and artificially kooky characters speaking hokey, unconvincing dialogue, and you get a great big bore. Americana ends on a bloody standoff, an emotional death and a heartfelt reunion. And it's all as engrossing and moving as a tumbleweed.
