· Futuristic head-danish. Still chic after all these years.
· Tyra Banks loses her Top Model shit...now with video!
· If you view the infamous Star Wars line-up in this 360-degree panoramic shot, the geeks almost seem real. Almost. [via BoingBoing]
· Frankly, we're less than satisfied with any of the poll choices. Not a single Red Bull or Cheeto pun in the bunch. Tsk. (scroll to bottom of page) [via Gawker]
· The following event is sold out, but sneaking in may, in fact, be mandatory: Gene Wilder talks with Leonard Nimoy about Wilder’s memoir Kiss Me Like a Stranger at the Writers Guild Theater. The mind boggles at this wonderous pairing.
· Veteran celebrity assistant Heather Howard explains how she turned her Hollywood torture into torture-ade as she reads from her novel Chore Whore: Adventures of a Celebrity Personal Assistant at Book Soup.
· Remind yourself why we still put up with Robert DeNiro at a screening of Raging Bull at the Egyptian Theatre.
Amazingly, the Young Hot Hollywood Style Awards, in which the Young in Hollywood received Awards of some kind for having Style, featured action besides the previously-mentioned nipple-unveiling of someone who is decidedly not Young. A reader reports from last night's epicenter of Youth and Stylishness:
Your guesses are in! Put down that low-carb turkey wrap and enjoy the fruits of your collective sleuthing. But first, take a moment to check your work on One Nearly Public Blind Vice:
That Brad Grey character at the New Paramount seems to get shaky if he goes a couple of days without mixing things up at the New Paramount™, doesn't he? Moments ago, the studio announced that it's got a shiny, new co-president of production (current EVP Alli Shearmur—yeah, we didn't know who she was, either) to replace Karen Rosenfelt, the co-president from the old regime. In a heartfelt e-mail to his Paramount underlings, Grey offers a tearful goodbye to Rosenfelt:
We at Defamer realize that readers from less geographically-desirable locales often stumble upon this site, hungry for a glimpse of the ludicrously glamorous lives that every single resident of Los Angeles leads. Even at the relatively downmarket Defamer HQ, we can barely make it to the refrigerator without tripping over an Oscar nominee who's popped in for a snack! A reader submits a tale of a totally typical night of dining here in the greater Hollywood area, allowing gawkers to get a feel of what life is like in the celebrity fishbowl, where every meal is a cornucopia of elbow-rubbing with beings from all wavelengths of the fame spectrum—young and old, differently-abled and upright, obscure and world-renowned.
· Joshua Martson, director of the critically acclaimed Maria Full of Grace, will direct the temporarily titled Iraqi Convoy Project, about US contractors who smuggle supplies through the Iraqi war zone in their anal columns. [THR]
· SAG/AFTRA enters into "critical, final" negotiations with video-game companies who insist on using union acting
talent in their games. If things aren't resolved, a strike is possible—and you might find yourself fragging your favorite Chili's waiter instead of someone like Casper Van Dien. [Variety]
· Revolution Studios is in negotiations to extend their contract with Sony, trying to assure that they'll have an adequate distribution channel for crap like XXX:State of the Union, Christmas with the Kranks, and—dare we raise the spectre of Bennifer? Yes, we dare—Gigli. [THR]
· Morgan's Creek will finally get Paul Schrader's unreleased Exorcist prequel into theaters...against the new Star Wars movie, a fate perhaps even crueler than remaking the entire thing with Renny Harlin last year. [Variety]
· NBC finds that trying to scare people with tales of the Apocalypse is a good for ratings. [THR]
Wherein we invite our readers to knead the knotted word-muscles of humpy E! gossip masseur Ted Casablanca's weekly blind item. Today, Ted spins the tale of a Hollywood couple who've sought their jollies with people outside the bonds of their marriage, and done so with (highly vocal) aplomb. Creep on little cat feet across One Nearly Public Blind Vice:
Somehow, despite Fox's carpet-bombing approach to promoting Stacked (we're still baffled about how they slipped they got that Elon Gold toilet paper into our bathroom), we skipped missed Pam Anderson's sitcom premiere last night. Luckily, a smattering of Pam fans were out in quasi-force to offer their well-considered reviews on Anderson's Stacked Friendster blog. The verdict? Something between a hearty LOL and a bladder-threatening OMG. If you're a little suspicious that the critical deck has been, ahem, stacked (oh, how we subvert their rack pun for our own nefarious purpose!) in favor of the show, there's also a voice of objectivity among the gushing emoticons:
After the Fauxteur Fashion Minute reports of the last couple of days, it's so refreshing to see a director (one with actual talent and ideas!) taking an active interest in how his appearance might affect people's perceptions of his work. Todd Solondz, the proto-nerd behind Paindromes, frets in the LAT:
Our semiregular morning feature (in which we attempt to trick your palette into thinking there's broken glass in the cream cheese on your lightly-toasted bagel through the presentation of disquieting blog content) continues, as we present this tossed-off quote from Page Six:
· Not content to revel in Britney Spears' impending motherhood? Maybe you'd enjoy the baby talk more if these other celebrities got themselves knocked up.
· Orlando Bloom cries on Brad Pitt's shoulder, and a million mental guy-on-guy pornos are born.
· Director Todd Solondz doesn't appreciate being called a misanthrope. He's a sensitive type at heart.
· The Fug girls finally drive frequent fug punching bag Courtney Peldon to cutting.
· Not even house arrest can stop Martha Stewart from winning awards.
· Craig Baldwin's Sonic Outlaws at the UCLA Hammer Museum looks at the work of musical acts that use sampling in their art, practically begging the RIAA's lawyers to knock down the door and start spraying lawsuits around the room like shotgun blasts.
· Local "photographer to the hipster stars" Mark the Cobrasnake will stalk the party for the Vapors magazine party at El Centro celebrating its photo issue. Hit the Cobrasnake's site tomorrow to see if you were photogenic (or wasted) enough to make the cut.
· You have only one more night to catch the Los Angeles Italian Film Awards Festival at the ArcLight. If you find yourself sitting in Melinda and Melinda, you're in the wrong theater.
Yesterday, we speculated that Hilary Swank's joint production of Celebrity Charades with stay-at-home spouse Chad Lowe might be a stealthy attempt at feeding her husband-humilation jones. We fear we might be right, as Rush & Molloy reports on Swank's drive-by snubbing of Lowe and his celebrity pals:
Yesterday, we offered up the inaugural edition of what we hoped would become a running feature, the Fauxteur Fashion Minute, in which readers spot Hollywood's hottest, hackiest directors in the wild and hold forth on their sartorial sense. We joked that a Brett Ratner installment would be forthcoming, but were reduced to tears of joy when, mere minutes later, our prayers were answered.
