Brass Ones: (Noun) Another words for "brass balls," possessed by someone with extreme courage or audacity, usually undeserved.

Woody Allen's upcoming film, Vicky Christina Barcelona premiered at Cannes this weekend -- but noticeably missing from the event was Allen's muse Scarlett Johansson, who was left home after the studio refused to give into her diva-like demands.

Johansson demanded her own exclusive make-up consultant at a cost of 5,000 Euros a day, which was felt a tad too much for a four day trip where looking after the star's tresses and powdering her nose would cost a total of 20,000 Euros.

Then there was the problem over an hotel. The film's director and his leading ladies were delighted to be staying in the centre of Cannes to make it easier for them to attend screenings, public events and to do interviews for TV and press. Johansson wanted to be at an hotel way out in the sticks, some 25 to 30 miles away.

"Also, I think, while Woody's terribly fond of Scarlett, he was a little upset that she wasn't being a team player", an executive connected to the film told the Daily Mail. (Source)

Nothing like throwing a big "fuck you" to the legendary director who pulled you out of indie obscurity and aided in large part to your mainstream film success. Let's not forget, Scarlett dear, it was just two years ago that Lindsay Lohan was working with Robert fucking Altman -- and now she can't even hold down a part in a Jack Black movie called Ye Old Times. In fact, at this point she should be considered lucky if she could get a job at Medieval Times. Think about that. And I can't think of a more perfect rack to be squeezed into one of those Renaissance corsets, either. Tick, tock. Tick, tock...

Penelope Cruz, Rebecca Hall and those who could fucking make it to the premiere: