We are one week out from the release of Harry Styles’ Kiss All The Time. Disco, Occasionally. And Harry has started his rounds on the new media circuit with an appearance on Brittany Broski’s Royal Court. For 25 minutes, any viewer who has ever fallen victim to his whole thing will be drawn back into his benevolent vortex. 

He jokes about the large quantity of yogurt he can consume, his hairline, and Raya, as well as his fashion choices. He said, “I wore really tight jeans and they were tighter than my legs were … Now I’d be like, ‘Wear a size bigger or three sizes bigger.” These little quips are inside jokes for viewers who grew up with him. But what is most remarkable about the video is that Harry is showing personality, a personality no one has seen for the past couple of years.

The video kicked off a wave of diabolical fan edits that slice together certain mannerisms and facial expressions of present day Harry with the Harry of yesteryear. It’s dangerous content that forces the viewer to reflect on the passage of time through the classic lens of Mr. Harry Styles.

But not even Harry’s charm offensive can distract from the premise of the video. My disdain for influencer interviews and the clip economy is well-documented and Broski’s turn from internet comedian to internet comedian / professional fangirl always troubled me because it represented a puzzling shift in fandom. In 2022 Harry’s team invited Broski to meet him at a show and fans of Broski rabidly celebrated their meeting as if the fans themselves had been the ones who got to meet him, adding a new layer of parasociality to the fan relationship.

Broski formalized the trick into an creator-led show, Royal Court, in the vein of Chicken Shop Date and Subway Takes where she lobs soft-ball questions with an extremely-online sensibility to celebrities under the guise of her deciding if she will induct them into her court — more nonsense celebrity content. The most popular videos are those where she interviews “internet boyfriends” like Aaron Taylor Johnson, Logan Lerman, and Marcello Hernández. Their popularity relies on fans living vicariously through Broski meeting their fave. But this con only works if fans buy that Broski is convincingly a fan of all these men and like them, ie. normal. The more famous Broski gets and the more men she interviews, the more tenuous this all becomes. 

On the other side, these interviews are a way for celebrities to appeal to fans without ever being challenged or stepping outside their comfort zone. 

And it’s not just Broski, internet personalities who post positively about certain pop stars are increasingly invited to meet them for a buzzy photo opp. Back in the day Taylor Swift’s mom used to pick devout fans out of the crowd to meet Swift and now fans are trapped behind screens seeking connection with their faves through someone else.

HARRY IN PRINT The Sunday Times published an exclusive interview with Harry where he is interviewed by … his stylist and trusted collaborator, Harry Lambert. While it’s very sweet to read about Harry’s attempt to slow down and learn how to not be working all the time  — “I was suddenly learning, through my friends, that eating a meal is more than just sitting down and refuelling. I realised the pleasure in just being in the moment of what you’re doing.” — you have to wonder if a big star will literally ever sit for a professional, hard-hitting interview again. 

HARRY ON SCREEN He’s doing double-duty on SNL on March 14. Finally, some good old-fashioned promo!

ALTAR BOYS BAIT A story in Vulture wonders if the 2026 Oscars is when young “hunks” will finally be given their flowers citing Timothée Chalamet and Jacob Elordi’s nominations. The thesis of the story is that Timmy is a frontrunner for Best Actor because he “isn’t handsome in Marty Supreme.” The piece goes so far as to argue that Timmy is running a Best Actress campaign in the style of Nicole Kidman in The Hours because they both used prosthetics to look bad. Nate Jones writes, “Our hypothetical Oscar voter may find themselves feeling a touch more sympathy for young Chalamet: When he’s not all dolled up for the cameras, he’s actually kind of a dweeb … just like me! If you are plugged-in, though, you know that Chalamet’s Marty Supreme look actually required hours of labor.” Per usual with awards season speculation I have literally no idea what anyone is talking about. 

Former Skins cast members, anyone Irish, British actors whose breakout role was “playing gay,” rappers from Kentucky, and men in Ocean’s Eleven (and their codependent best friends) are all fair game.

JACK HARLOW claimed his Letterboxd in a big way. As Altar Boys readers know, Jack already confirmed @missionaryjack was his account in Vanity Fair last October. But on Wednesday he posted a link to his Letterboxd profile to his 6 million Instagram followers writing, “Been grinding in silence but it’s time to go public.” Since the post he’s gained 23,000 followers and counting on Letterboxd. Even The Cut covered his account saying, “Harlow’s Letterboxd presents a much more compelling portrait of himself than he’s managed to share in his six years of being famous.” Harsh! Clearly some people haven’t heard a little number called, “Like A Blade of Grass.” Jack Harlow’s Letterboxd used to feel like Altar Boys’ little secret and while it’s sad to see your favorite place on the internet blow up, I’m glad it’s putting some respect on his name. And for the record, I was his 17th follower! 

JACOB ELORDI stopped by the second-worst McNally Jackson location.