A reader, seeing the Low Culture post about I, Robot's apparent debt to a Bjork video, asks, "Am I the only one that thinks the robots in the new Will Smith movie, I,Robot look a lot like the Wayans Bros. in their new film White Chicks?" We'd be a lot more threatened by an invasion of Wayanses in drag and whiteface. As a matter of fact, taking a drive down certain parts of Santa Monica Blvd might make you paranoid an attack is forthcoming.
The Daily examines how LA's "fashionistas" might be spending their summer in the city with only one season. Without the occasional trend piece, we wouldn't even know it's summer, except maybe from the sudden appearance of slightly louder, worse movies, and agents tossing iced coffee on their assistants instead of lattes. Most intriguing in the story is the mention of the "hottest new development" in plastic surgery, the "Feather Lift," a quick-healing, less invasive, and cheaper version of a face-lift. It's amazing to think that now even struggling actresses all over LA can afford to wile away their July days having their faces sliced up and tugged taut in an attempt to salvage something of a career. It's almost as good as a margarita by the beach or a leisurely, summery casting-couch blowjob.
The Media Yenta blog reports that last night's episode of Jimmy Kimmel Live was yanked by ABC and replaced with a repeat because of the content of a sketch. A couple of nights ago, Kimmel pissed off Detroit viewers by saying he hoped the Pistons will lose the NBA Finals because D-town would riot if they beat the Lakers [Ed. note—It is well-known that LA is a completely riot-free zone.]. Then at the taping of last night's show, Kimmel showed a sketch called "The History of Detroit," with each historical period punctuated with people burning the city. The Yenta claims "An executive in NY decided the bit was too over the top and PULLED the entire show. They showed a repeat." Our reaction is probably that of many LA residents: Kimmel's still on the air?
The Smoking Gun has the arrest warrant from Courtney Love's assault on singer Kristin King in the home of Love's ex-boyfriend. Ah, the poetic clarity of legalese: "...a Felony, was committed by COURTNEY LOVE COBAIN, who did willfully and unlawfully commit an assault on KRISTIN KING with a deadly weapon, to wit, BOTTLE AND METAL FLASHLIGHT, and by means of force likely to produce great bodily injury." It's almost as if an elegant Renaissance poet was narrating the alleged, apeshit bludgeoning.
From the We Couldn't Make This Shit Up Department: Orange County officials are considering a plan to rename John Wayne Airport "The O.C. Airport, John Wayne Field." Yes, in honor of The O.C., which a member of the county tourism braintrust lauds as "a truly great publicity vehicle." (God, too many obvious jokes. Will every flight end in a party and a fight where someone winds up in the pool?)
Dave Chappelle is in talks to play Rick James in the adaptation of James' autobiography, Memoirs of a Super Freak for Paramount. Where did they ever get the idea to cast Chappelle? Cocaine is a hell of a drug...
If we've ever said anything about Craiglist LA not being that great, we recant. An alert reader sends us the two-part CL tale about a West Hollywood resident, his peeping Tom neighbor (Mr. Peepers), and some retaliatory photographs. Start here, then go here. Big pictures after the jump, just in case they get pulled down on CL.
Oxygen, the network women turn to when Lifetime is showing a subpar douche ad, is giving the whole "viral marketing" thing a shot. They've started a blog penned by a character on the sitcom Good Girls Don't, which is about "what 20-somethings really say, think, and do. An uncompromising yet riotously irreverent look at five flawed friends who will go to just about any length to find love, happiness, or - at the very least - a promising hook up," i.e., they are insuring that only tweens will ever watch it. [Ed. note—Before you wonder about how we came across the "blog," we got an email from "Jane." Somehow we missed it in our morning masturbatory tour of the Oxygen photo galleries. ]
Yesterday's edition of PrivacyWatch, in which reality star "Bachelor Bob" was spotted hugging a man , spotted again with a man in "too short" shorts and a "George Michael" beard, and inspired a discussion of how hetero men can hug in a "non-gay" way got us thinking: How exactly can a male celebrity hug a man in public without seeming gay and possibly jeopardizing his career? Tom Cruise seems to employ entire law firms full of litigation-crazed homophobes just to scare away anyone thinking the G-word within a 500-foot radius of him.
We were innocently scanning our RSS feeds this morning when we came across this headline in the LA Blogs feed: "Tupac Alive in Hollywood Hills?" The summary described the seemingly-anonymous blogger's supposed encounter with Shakur in a "neighborhood above Hollywood Boulevard." When we clicked through to read the full post, it was gone. Hmm. Conspiracy theorists, time to take off the tinfoil helmets and get to work! Click on the image of Tupac to see a screen capture of the RSS summary of the post.
The little egg timer next to our monitor just went ding—must be time for another J-Lo post. The blog PlanetGordon, inspired by the eerie coincidences between the Lincoln and Kennedy assassinations, has arranged to have Lopez killed. No such luck. He merely found eerie coincidences between Jen and Elizabeth Taylor, the premier serial bride of her day.
From the AP, on the viewing of Ronald Reagan's body at his presidential library: "Other visitors included Govs. Bill Richardson of New Mexico and Mitt Romney of Massachusetts, and celebrities Morgan Fairchild and Bruce Boxleitner, who arrived as representatives of the Screen Actors Guild, which Reagan once led."
Perhaps the only phrase in Hollywood more frequently repeated than "J-Lo engaged" is "Courtney Love in legal trouble." (OK, maybe "Tom Cruise sues over gay rumor" belongs on the list.) This time they're not fucking around—Love is charged with "assault with a deadly weapon" (a felony) for attacking a former manager's friend with a flashlight in April. There was also a potentially deadly bottle used in the alleged assault, but thankfully, no microphone, the deadliest instrument in her bludgeoning arsenal.
