Nicole & Keith: A Romantic Dinner For Two

First~ hope their marriage wil work out right

I love her.

oh my God…Keith’s so hot!!!

I adore Nicole’s dress, she’s very sweet.

There’s no doubt: they’re happy and very much in love!

Someone should tell Nicole that polka dot was out seasons ago!

jared u site was on the insider omg i could not belive it it was the pic of anna smith yay u

Should anybody tell you that you are shallow?

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Was that aimed at me? Because I said that polka dot was out ages ago.

they are great

Keith is WAY HOT!! Yummy pictures. Nic looks very ladylike. They each have their own style which does not match, unlike Brad and Angie who always look adorable dressed so much alike. To each couple their own. Glad to see them out and looking happy.

I wonder where Isabella and Conner are? I wish she could get them out of the cult. They’re both close to their teens. Hopefully, they will realize on their own how dangerous and sinful belonging to the cult is. Of course, everything good that Nicole tries to do for Isabella and Conner, Tom tries to undo.

Hey if they are Australia’s hottest couple why do they live in Nashville? They both look great.

(It was just a snark question, I know why they live in Nashville).

who cares!!!!!!

They both look great!

Down under and out

If only … Nicole Kidman would retire. John Patterson breaks the news to the Australian diva that she’s no longer a commercial proposition

Saturday October 6, 2007
The Guardian

Nicole Kidman
Come in Kidman, you’re time is up. Photograph: Gareth Cattermole/Getty

So Nicole, I’ve been watching your latest movie, Invasion, and it seems your number is up. You should row yourself ashore, hand back the boat, hunch your shoulders against the rising wind and just go home. Invasion was almost your 10th movie in a row that has vanished without trace.

If only you’d retire. Because now would be the time. If you wait any longer, Hollywood’s powers that be - or their accountants - will rise from their crypts one morning and realise it is time to cut their losses re: your not entirely brilliant career. Anyone devoted to the bottom line will sooner or later notice that you have become Miss Joan Crawford 1944: which is to say, box office poison. And judging by your recent choices, I don’t think you’re savvy enough - or hungry or ruthless enough - to revive your career by latching onto a Mildred Pierce-style career-turnaround. Perhaps one of your movies in the pipeline, Margot At The Wedding or Australia, will serve this need, but we won’t cry ourselves to sleep if they don’t.

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It’s bad enough you’re in the 19th remake of Invasion Of The Bodysnatchers (and even worse that you screwed it up this horribly, since the property has withstood two passable remakes already, from Philip Kaufman and Abel Ferrara), but it also comes in the wake of two equally dimwitted remakes that likewise tanked abysmally: Bewitched and The Stepford Wives. Either of those two dogs would have ripped another performer’s career limb from limb, eaten the carcass, puked it up and eaten it all over again.

To make matters worse, I note with no little sense of horror that you are slated to appear in a mooted remake of Orson Welles’ The Lady From Shanghai, indicating that the habits into which you have lately fallen are unlikely to be repudiated any time soon. There is also the niggling question of your other, non-derivative/plagiaristic recent movie choices: Fur. Enough said. The Human Stain, in which Tony Hopkins was a black man and you, no less implausibly, were a cleaner. Ditto. Birth, which died in its cradle. I realise that you are on occasion a middlingly fine actress, that you have an Oscar (albeit for wearing a false hooter), and that you are not without a brain, but still I have to ask: what have you done for me lately?

If only you weren’t married, because then you could fade away like Grace Kelly, marry the witless king of some corrupt, made-up, toy principality whose only redeeming feature is its colorful Ruritanian military uniforms. But then I remember: you were once a Scientology hostage bride, so you’ve done all that before.

And what magic are you working on these big Hollywood producers that persuades or forces them to let you keep working? Does Keith Urban know what you’re up to? Or do you just have some really juicy Polaroids of Tom and his crazy co-religionists locked together in some sort of sweat-soaked Scientological excelsis? Because if so, well, do your worst. But if not - retire!