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Richard Gere: *Pretty Woman* was rubbish

Richard Gere: Pretty Woman was rubbish

In an exclusive interview with Woman’s Day, the actor blasts the film that made him a heart-throb.

It was the modern-day fairytale that captivated hundreds of millions of film fans the world over. But it seems Pretty Woman holds nothing but regrets for its leading man, Richard Gere. While promoting his new financial thriller Arbitrage recently, the 62-year-old shared his scorn for the feelgood 1990 chick flick, telling Woman’s Day, “It’s my least favourite thing.”

Richard adds, “People ask me about that movie, but I’ve forgotten it. That was a silly romantic comedy. This is a much more serious movie that has some real cause and effect.” Incredibly, the grumpy star also claims his Pretty Woman character Edward Lewis helped contribute to the global financial crisis, as he glorified greedy and selfish Wall Street types.

“It made those guys seem dashing, which was so wrong,” Richard explains. “Thankfully, today, we are all more sceptical of those guys.” Despite the actor’s high-minded misgivings, Pretty Woman went on to take more than $460 million at the box office and is one of the most successful movies ever in terms of worldwide TV syndication.

It also cemented Richard’s place as one of Hollywood’s leading men, making him a sex symbol to women everywhere, including his then-22-year-old co-star Julia Roberts. Julia reportedly fell for Richard in a big way during filming, with her family friend Thomas Caldwell revealing, “Julia was crazy about Richard – I mean, absolutely mad about him.”

Read more of Richard Gere’s exclusive interview in this week’s Woman’s Day on sale Monday March 19, 2012.

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Olivia Newton-John: Ian Turpie was my first true love

Olivia Newton-John: Ian Turpie was my first true love

A broken-hearted Olivia fought back tears at the bedside of Ian Turpie in his final days.

It was the swinging 60s and a teenage Olivia Newton-John was just another wannabe singer with stars in her eyes when she met a clean shaven TV host called Ian Turpie. “He was Olivia’s first big love,” remembers a Turpie family friend, who says a 21-year-old Ian was instantly smitten with the pretty blonde singer, who was just 16 when they met on the set of Time For Terry.

“Olivia was a gorgeous girl with a sweet voice, and as soon as she and Ian sang together there was amazing chemistry – he was bowled over by her and she fell hard for him.”

The young sweethearts captured the attention of the nation, but according to friends, Olivia’s mum Irene was the quintessential “stage mum” who had big plans for her daughter. “As soon as the romance started getting really serious she whisked Olivia off to London, leaving a broken-hearted Ian behind,” explains another family friend.

Olivia was soon on a path to stardom, while Ian, who went on to become an Aussie TV game show legend affectionately known as Turps, met another beautiful blonde, Jan.

Read more about when Ian and Oliva were reunited shortly before he died in this week’s Woman’s Day on sale Monday March 19, 2012.

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Bec Hewitt breaks down

Bec Hewitt breaks down

Isolated and raising three young children virtually alone while her famous husband tries to resurrect his tennis career, a heartbroken Bec Hewitt is at breaking point.

As the always “sunny” Bec watches her invalid, and increasingly depressed, husband limp around their luxury compound in the Bahamas, she is privately seething at his latest betrayal. The gorgeous mum-of-three cannot help but support the man she fell in love with seven years ago but she is terribly worried – and hurt – that he is even contemplating a return to tennis.

“Bec sees it as a real betrayal,” confides one close friend. “She had already started planning their new life back home in Australia when Lleyton decided to delay his retirement once again, this time to chase Olympic gold at the London Games in August.” Bec is also humiliated that he “deliberately” kept the extent of his injury from her, yet confided to his parents, Glynn and Cherilyn, that he needed painkillers to even walk.

A close family friend says hiding this really “burned” her, taking the gorgeous former Home And Away actress back to the early days of their marriage when Lleyton’s moods were black and often almost unbearable. He says they almost split up then, because Lleyton often confided in his parents before his bride.

“His parents had the prime roles in his life and decision-making, and he resented having to communicate with this person who had just become his wife,” the friend says. “Like now, they never had fights, but just suffered along in silence when times were tough – and that sort of pressure kills Bec as she’s bubbly and up-front, and what’s happening now is pushing her to the edge. There was a very real chance they would split back then and I think she is struggling once again.”

Read more about Bec’s struggle, plue see exclusive pictures of her spending time alone with her children in this week’s Woman’s Day on sale Monday March 19, 2012.

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Brange’s sugar-addicted kids

As they danced wildly through the streets pulling “monster faces”, all eyes were on hyperactive the Jolie-Pitt kids. Superstar mum Angelina Jolie looked harried as she struggled to keep up while carrying two grocery bags weighed down with chocolates, lollies and chips.

This noisy New Orleans scene is not unusual according to those close to the family, with several sources telling Woman’s Day that Brad Pitt and his partner allow their energetic brood as much junk food as they like – and because of it, the six children are often out of control. “The kids eat fast food every day, including doughnuts for breakfast,” a well-placed insider tells us. “Shiloh has become a fully fledged sugar addict and screams when she’s cut off.”

See the exclusive pictures of Angelina’s kids in this week’s Woman’s Day on sale Monday, March 19.

Pax pulls monster faces, while Ange carries bags of lollies and chocolates.

On a trip out with mum recently, Shiloh pokes her tounge out, and is little Vivienne wearing lipstick?

Pax doing his monster moves.

The Jolie Pitt clan in New Orleans in 2011.

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Tideline

Tideline

Tideline by Penny Hancock, Simon & Schuster UK, $29.99

This chilling psychological thriller navigates through its undercurrent of a 43-year-old woman’s obsession and kidnap of a fifteen year-old-boy, to sway the reader into a dangerous comfort zone.

“These boy-men did not exist quite like this when I was young… taller, broader, softer, gentler,” muses voice coach Sonia, as she seduces Jez into her riverside London house.

“I want to cherish this feeling… like the night after you give birth and stare at the baby you have brought it into the world,” she shares under a cloak of respectability.

But Tideline builds to a brutal climax: a teen hostage gagged and shackled.

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Vincent Van Gogh: The Life

Vincent Van Gogh: The Life

Vincent Van Gogh: The Life by Steven Haifeh and Gregory White Smith, Profile Books , $59.99

Destined for posthumous priceless collectors’ value, it is still hard to conceive that when Vincent Van Gogh died at just 37, his star had yet to ascend.

And if Pulitzer prize-winning Jason Pollock biographers Naifeh and Smith’s hypothetical reconstruction of Vincent’s suicide is to be believed, in this one thousand page biographical masterpiece, it is possible the penniless “painter of peasants” was being stood his last few cognacs by the boy who may have fired the fatal shot that killed him.

The eldest of six children born in the south of the Netherlands to devout preacher Dorus and pious wife, Vincent displayed eccentric traits from childhood and described his banishment to boarding school at eleven years — one of countless well-meant, yet damaging attempts by his family to “cure” him of his exceptional ways — as akin to the insane asylum he would be locked in, stripped bare and shackled down in darkness years later.

His infant solace of urgent collecting of bugs, reading at demonic speed would translate in adulthood to lonely late nights at cafes frequented by vagabonds.

His peering eyes, red cropped hair and habitual self-perjury — starvation, sleeping on planks of wood, infrequent washing, trudging miles in bitter snow — repulsed even some of the prostitutes he used as models and as lovers, yet whom he positioned on canvas as maternal icons.

Never swayed from his stubbornly artistic bent, drawing was one of his few social graces and devoted artist brother Theo painstakingly tried to move him from the black of his charcoal to the more saleable colours of the Impressionist movement.

Starry Night and Vase With Fifteen Sunflowers were the among the vibrant releases for the hallucinating artist, who, after cutting part of his ear off, was committed to a lunatic asylum.

Diagnosed with epilepsy by an insightful doctor, it would be the century after Starry Night was painted, scientists would discover that latent epileptic fits resembled fireworks of electrical impulses in the brain.

The butt of pranks in Auvers, the French village he exiled himself to, Vincent accepted abuse and an absinthe from boys including Rene Secretan, a sixteen year old holidaymaker.

The authors believe it was Rene’s .380 calibre peashooter which accidentally or intentionally fatally wounded the artist on July 27 1890.

This biography stands as a staggering tour de force, densely and definitively detailed.

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Jubilee

Jubilee

Jubilee by Shelley Harris, Weidenfeld & Nicolson, $29.99

Smart and insightful, familiar yet uncomfortable, watertight and believable, Shelley Harris’ debut novel ticks all the boxes for a compelling, original and compact read.

With a quirky premise of a newspaper photograph snapped at an English street party to celebrate the Queen’s silver jubilee in 1977, Harris confidently embarks on a versatile tale of criminal intrigue (blackmail), love against the (racial) barriers, all played out to a soundtrack of David Soul versus the Sex Pistols, in the Seventies-confused pop charts.

Satish Patel’s parents fled Uganda under President Idi Amin’s despotic rule, for a new life in “multi-cultural” Britain. Their 12-year-old son has endured mild racist ridicule in the playground so far.

Yet the photo of Satish, an Asian boy jubilant at his white majority village party — table piled high with Coronation Chicken and red, white and blue fairy cakes — becomes iconic; “…posing only a minimal threat to the house pricing,” muses Dr Satish Patel, a paediatric cardiologist, 30 years later.

The camera doesn’t so much lie, as conceal, and Harris will uncover the deeply disturbing events that preceded the snapshot.

When the photographer is keen to regroup for a reunion photograph, Satish’s proud father wants everyone to see “the doctor” his son became, but Satish’s vehement misgivings run much deeper than the memory of being the “Paki boy” no white neighbourhood mother would allow to stay for tea.

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Miles off Course

Miles off Course

Miles off Course by Sulari Gentill, Pantera Press, $29.99

Communists, facists, sly-groggers, thieves, and older brother Wilfred make 1933 a year to remember for Australian gentleman-painter Rowland Sinclair.

Trouble follows him from the manicured croquet lawns of the Hydro Majestic up to the wild High Country and all the way to the front door of Kate Leigh’s dubious Darlinghurst establishment.

Sinclair is charming, brave, and generous. He’s the rebellious artistic younger brother in a family of wealthy graziers.

Oh if only the luscious sculptress and life model Edna Higgins would love him the way he loves her.

This is the third Rowland Sinclair novel from Sulari Gentill, who writes from her farm in the foothills of the Snowy Mountains.

It’s a joy to get reacquainted with Rowly and his friends as they live their luxurious but turbulent lives.

Miles Off Course is an rousing read that reeks of Australia in the 1930’s, a politically charged time of rapid change, privilege and poverty, glamour and crime.

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I’ve Got Your Number

I've Got Your Number

I’ve Got Your Number by Sophie Kinsella, Random House, $32.95

She’s not a shopaholic but Poppy Wyatt is the kind of charming but bumbling heroine we’ve come to expect from Sophie Kinsella.

Somehow Poppy ends up losing an engagement ring and gaining a mobile phone, giving her access to every email, appointment and text message in the life of assertive businessman Sam Roxton.

With her bare left hand hidden at all times, and her right hand sending well-meaning but troublesome messages on behalf of busy Sam, Poppy unleashes chaos in Sam’s well-ordered firm.

Her future in-laws and their incomprehensible intellectual conversations create their own problems, and Poppy digs a giant hole for herself when she uses Sam to cheat at Scrabble.

I’ve Got Your Number delivers the same sweet funny froth that made the Shopaholic series a world-wide hit. A light-as-air laugh-out-loud read for the beach, bus, or bath. And enjoy the witty footnotes.

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Believing the Lie

Believing the Lie

Believing the Lie by Elizabeth George, H&S Fiction, $32.99

He’s the 8th Earl of Asherton, but he’s better known as TV sleuth Inspector Lynley. Literature’s most aristocratic investigator is back and he’s undercover in beautiful Cumbria, quietly looking into the supposed accidental death of a member of a wealthy local family.

Ian Cresswell has left behind a bitter ex-wife, a manipulative boyfriend, and a desperately unhappy son. His extended family isn’t any happier, and Lynley and his likeable working class colleague Barbara Havers are kept busy with a large cast of suspects.

Elizabeth George packs her novels with complex characters leading complicated lives; the joy is in seeing Inspector Lynley politely ferreting out and exposing the secrets they’ve kept hidden from the world.

As it turns out the suspicious death the brought him to the countryside may be the least of his worries, and maybe that was the point in the first place.

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