EVENING NIGHTCAP: Will Smith Money Woes? Tay-Tay Gets Waxed.

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► A story making the internet gossip round is about Will Smith's piggy bank. He and his wife Jada Smith are unloading property from their portfolio like it was clearance day at Dollar General. Some are speculating they're having money woes because let's face it: the job offers aren't pouring in after the infamous 2022 Slapgate. That caused him to be banned for 10 years from the Oscars. It's no secret Will and Jada live lavishly with the 2 of them having separate lives that include numerous mansions, staff, cars, etc. That means the bills pile up with property taxes, salaries for employees, security, utilities, and so on. Plus, they're probbably still indulging their adult kids by bankrolling whatever project of day they're into. He and Jada think their spawns are Hollywood royalty. 

Will tried to make some moolah recently by resurrecting his music career. He released a new album this past March after a 10 year hiatus. The album was a colossal flop and failed to crack Billboard's Top 200. To tip-toe back into the good graces of the public, Will was interviewed by The Blast. He was asked who he thinks are Hollywood's greatest actors. Without flinching he said Denzel Washington, Daniel Day Lewis, Marlon Brando and...himself. According to Will, he and these other actors are or were the greatest brains and talent in the industry. *insert eye roll*  Read More

Will Smith, Jada Smith and their grown kids, undated. Photo: Xavier Collin/Image Press Agency/MEGA/Yahoo.com

Comment: Will has a reported net worth of $350 million. Net worth includes the value of his many properties and other assets such as his fleet of expensive cars and motorcycles, furniture, jewelry, stocks & bonds, etc. Just because a person has a high net worth doesn't mean they're liquid (has readily available cash in the bank). Some in the financial industry refer to this as "asset rich but cash poor".  Is that what's going on with Will and Jada? Who the hell knows. Theories abound. What I do know is that Will isn't the hot commodity he was once.

BTW Memo to Will: Don't confuse talent with luck. I can think of several actors more talented than you ever hope to be. Sir Laurence Olivier, Al Pacino, Cary Grant, Sidney Poitier, Paul Newman, Morgan Freeman, Gene Hackman, Anthony Hopkins, Raul Julia, and Robert DeNiro would like to have a word with you.

 

► Most celebs are lucky if they get one wax statue at Madam Tussauds Wax Museum. Tay-Tay isn't your run of the mill garden variety celeb. She's the queen of vanilla, the empress of bland music, the czarina of teenage girls & suburban moms who secretly have a Burn Book. The museum is honoring her with 13 wax figures with each one depicting  an outfit from her Eras Tour.  It took 40 artists over 14 months toiling over hot wax with Vincent Price as their saint & savior to create the 13 statues. IMO, each one is more lifelike than the real Tay-Tay. A museum waxho had this to say: Read More

 "This is the most ambitious project in Madame Tussauds' 250-year history, which only feels right to reflect the stratospheric status of Taylor Swift," said Danielle Cullen, Madame Tussauds' senior figure stylist, in a news release.

Comment: They forgot to include a wax version of her contract BF, Travis Kelce so I'm including it below. He made countless "surprise" appearances at her concerts. Now that I'm thinking about it, when will their relationship come to an end? Football season is around the corner. The perfect time to concoct a break-up story of "too busy with work, conflicting schedules, bla, bla, bla". Tay Tay can then work on releasing a triple album about their breakup and trash his ass like previous "boyfriends". 

Madame Tussauds has unveiled 13 wax figures paying tribute to Taylor Swift's Eras Tour. July 23, 2025.
Taylor Swift wax statues. Photo: Madam Tussauds / USA Today

 Candle Melting GIF by Andrew Bell

 

 

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