Nikki Finke Goes Off On GQ
Bitchtastic sister site Gawker gets its meticulously manicured hands on an e-mail exchange between LA Weekly "Deadline Hollywood" columnist Nikki Finke and an editor at GQ. We fear that Finke might be suffering the early signs of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder from her time reporting from the trenches of the bloody NYT-LAT Newspaper War of 2004, because she really goes off on the glossy, ad-riddled mag. (Note to LA Weekly staffers: Don't mention Manohla Dargis or you risk setting off a flashback episode involving your throat and one of those gigantic "Rambo" knives with the compass on the bottom.) An excerpt from the exchange follows:
Subject: Re: LA story
Date: 8/17/2004 3:13:52 PM Pacific Daylight Time
From: Nikki Finke
To: XXXX
You think having an unnamed Hollywood agent talking about poaching unnamed clients is a "get"? I have 300 interviews with real live Hollywood agents ON THE RECORD talking all about stealing clients and naming names, dates, places, etc. not to mention a whole bunch of even juicier stuff. But do you people ever think to actually call me to do an article for you? Noooooooooooooooooooooo....
Because I'm not 24 years old...
Because I'm not making up stuff.
Because I don't live in New York.
Because I don't kiss up to the idiots who decide which stars magazines like GQ can and can't put on their covers.
Because I actually know something about Hollywood.
Here's a thought: Why not ask me to put together the juiciest Hollywood stories I know for your magazine. Oh, you're running late for lunch at Michael's?
How come I'm not surprised.
