Toni Braxton will star as Darlene Love in My Name Is Love: The Darlene Love Story, an upcoming TV movie about the singer that will air on OWN in December, the network announced Thursday.
In addition, Octavia Spencer will star in a two-night event miniseries tentatively titled Tulsa, about the largest race riot in U.S. history, in Tulsa, Okla. Spencer will play journalist Mattie Clay.
Jimmy Fallon and Justin Timberlake are back at it again!
On Friday's Tonight Show, the duo performed the "History of Rap Volume 5," taking on favorites like Salt 'N' Pepa's "Whatta Man," Beastie Boys' "(You Gotta) Fight for Your Right (To Party)" and the more recent hit "Good Life" from Kanye West and T-Pain. The medley comes just a few days after Fallon's inaugural show that featured him and Will Smith doing "The Evolution of Hip-Hop Dancing."
Those outfits! Those wigs! Those ... pets?! There are plenty of reasons why CeeLo Green (and Purrfect the cat, and Lady the bird) are irreplaceable on The Voice. But, like it or not, NBC will soon have to start searching for the next music superstar to fill Green's big red chair this coming fall on the heels of his exit from the highly rated singing competition.
CeeLo Green not returning to The Voice
So who should fill the "Forget You" singer's bedazzled, one-of-a-kind shoes? We round out six great candidates...
Jimmy Fallon spent his President's Day a bundle of nerves.
"I'm freaking out right now," Fallon told Ryan Seacrest on Seacrest's radio show Monday afternoon, hours before he's set to make his debut as host of The Tonight Show. "It's so exciting. It's crazy."
The media narrative surrounding Justin Bieber has spiraled out of control. He's this year's Anne Hathaway, the person whom it's vogue to hate. But this turn isn't completely unfounded. Over the past few years, Bieber has undoubtedly become a bit of a jerk.
He was charged for illegal (and seemingly racist) graffiti, pissed in a mop bucket, left his monkey in Germany and could anyone seriously forget this hat? But for non-Beliebers, there has always been something grating about the singer. Everything from his swoopy hair to his sugar-pop love songs seemed designed to annoy all post-pubescents on sight, breeding discontent which lay dormant until his penchant for leather sweatpants and hocking loogies made him impossible to ignore.
Then all hell broke loose.