It wouldn't surprise me at all. Another blow for independent films that take a chance. Then again, there probably hasn't been much of that for a while at the major Hollywood studios.
The news that seems to have practically everyone going "huh?!"
https://www.vogue.co.uk/beauty/article/ ... ina-candle
Ever wondered what Gwyneth Paltrow’s nether regions smell like? No, us neither, but in new, wild, news beamed down from Goop World, the brand has launched a candle entitled “This Smells Like My Vagina”.
But this old article is better.
https://www.theatlantic.com/health/arch ... en/596773/
I Gooped Myself
I spent $1,279 of The Atlantic’s money on creams, crystals, and a vibrator from Gwyneth Paltrow’s wellness empire. Things got weird.
After a few minutes of browsing, I was offered a gratis carton of organic, calorie-free grapefruit- and elderflower-essenced alkaline spring water. It tasted like the ghost of a grapefruit, or like you finish your morning juice and fill the unrinsed cup with water.
The market for bottles that promise to infuse water with crystal-derived “healing energies” is more crowded than you might think, but the Glacce version goes a step beyond many of its competitors by putting a big chunk of rock directly in the water chamber, instead of embedding a few small stones behind an interior layer of glass....I chose to forgo the glass bottle’s optional opaque sleeve and open myself up to questions in the office, and my water bottle indeed “enhanced communication” by drawing the attention of people from departments far and wide. It did not make me feel safer, but it did let me taste the distinct minerality imparted by drinking something with a rock in it.
After the vitamin mishap, I began to read the instructions for my remaining purchases more carefully. But Goop’s products kept thwarting me. The Kosas Tinted Face Oil ($42) promised to hydrate my face while evening my skin tone. The first time I tried to use it, it disappeared into the core of my Beauty Blender makeup sponge and was never seen again. I felt like the raccoon in that viral video, trying to wash its cotton candy. When I squirted the oil onto the back of my hand to dab it on with a brush, it dripped onto the floor in seconds. I still have no idea how I’m supposed to put it on my face.
Then there was the vibrator. Determined to become the first person ever to expense a sex toy to The Atlantic (though, really, who knows for sure what Thoreau submitted for reimbursement), ...
I don't follow Hollywood enough to know whether Gwyneth Paltrow is a marketing genius with a sense of humor, who enjoys seeing what people will fall for, or just really, really weird.
(The article does also have some serious points to make abour pseudoscience, as well as the quest for more "stuff.")