Gwyneth Paltrow, come on down! When researching her role as an alcoholic in her new film, Country Song, Gwyneth needed a little help. And so, like Lue Skywalker, Gwyneth consulted her very own Yoda, RDJ, in the ways of the Alcoholic Jedi. Then she killed Blythe Danner.

Last night, while on Chelsea Handler, the Obi-Won Kenobi of Alcholic Jedis, Paltrow admitted that “[she] didn’t understand how you could do something so crazy one night and kind of wreck lives in your wake and wake up and expect to be back to normal.”

Oh? Smell you alleged Oscar-winner Gwyneth Paltrow. Someone married Coldplay, turned faux-Brit and suddenly forgot how to party. You used to be fun, Gwynnie. And a good actress.

Ok, that last one’s just a boldface lie.

Some are speculating that Gwyneth will be opening a chain of gyms with her trainer Tracy Anderson. Good idea, but if their cycling classes exclusively feature tracks from Coldplay I’m out.

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