GQ’s Men of the Year issue is hitting stands in December, and while I usually think these sort of lists are pointless and open to much debate, I’m thinking they did a pretty good job this year, starting with the smokin’ Chris Pine. Damn. I’d like to Star his Trek, if you know what I’m saying. (I’m saying I’d like to “do it” with him.) Also given special edition covers are the Hangover boys, and anyone who’s loved Zach Galifianakis forever and a day like I have is also probably psyched to see him blow up and finally get major recognition for being the genius that he is. Also, Clint Eastwood, who I would not “do”, but with whom I would like to share a very nice dinner and conversation is mentioned, along with my man himself, Barry O. If they’d gotten Balloon Boy on a cover, I think the whole thing would be just PERFECT.

Angelina Jolie made a rare public appearance last night to honor pal Clint Eastwood at the Hollywood Film Festival Awards.

You guys, is it just me, or does something look different about Angelina?

It’s not even necessarily plastic surgery I’m talking about — it’s just that something about her seems to have fundamentally changed. She’s beginning to look less like an ingenue and more like a — well — woman. I don’t want to say “matronly,” because that’s such a negative term, and she’s certainly still very beautiful, but … still. Is anyone else noticing this?

Clint Eastwood’s daughter, Alison Eastwood — who appeared in Playboy in the February 2003 edition — poses with her brother Kyle on the red carpet. She’s promoting her freshman directorial effort, Rails and Ties, starring Kevin Bacon.

For some less, er, sophisticated photos of Alison — you know, the ones you want people to forget about when you’re trying to be taken seriously as a director — jump in.

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I don’t know who the Hollywood Foreign Press is, I’ve never met a member, no one has, and I assume they run around with assault rifles in countries that are still developing economies.

Nevertheless, we look to them each year as an indicator of what will be Oscar chosen and what might be left out. Let’s take a look at some of the themes in this year’s nominations:

Theme 1: Dear Clint Eastwood, would you please have sex with us?
He received two noms for best director. Break that down. Of the five best movies for 2006 Clint was at the helm for two of them. Garbage. Flags of Our Fathers was a film that no one went to see; those that did came away scratching their heads and inquiring as to whether they could have their money back.

Theme 2: Leo DiCaprio, any chance you need some sexual healing?
Two noms for our boy Leo too. These are a little more reasonable given the films he was in were actually watchable but still, two nominations for the same guy? Ballsy call, Globes, courage defined over there.

Theme 3: We foreign press guys know about more films than you could ever dream of Yanqui slime!
Let me name some films for you. Kinky Boots. Miss Potter. Nomad. Little Children. Okay, you might have heard of Little Children but you sure as hell didn’t see it because no one in the entire country did. Fucking Kinky BOOTS???

Theme 4: We also have a deeper cinematic knowledge than you can ever hope to!
Movies aren’t for entertainment, they’re to make us feel superior. And that’s why we like Babel.

So yeah, it’s another banner year for award nominations, where the continuing theme seems to be “Hey, you, look at us!”