On the Britney-Spears-has-a-boyfriend-she-met-in-AA story that’s running around the Internet today. I mean, far be it from me to discredit the National Enquirer, but, okay, Britney has been to, what, two AA meetings that weren’t held at Promises? And it’s not like an AA meeting is a social hour — especially if you’re there with your rehab center. They’re going to keep a pretty close eye on where you are and with whom you’re talking. And then there’s all this shit about Britney calling and emailing him contantly. Again: being in rehab is not particularly conducive to this sort of behavior. I don’t know what The Enquirer thinks you do in rehab, but you don’t just hang out and gab on your cell phone whenever you feel like it, even if you’re Britney Spears. And especially not with some random boy you just met, because romantic relationships are not encouraged. I call bullshit, Enquirer.
This is good news for a myriad of reasons; not the least of which is the idea that I’ll know her specific location for hours at a time. You can’t imagine how helpful this is on the stalking front.
Even better the article states:
Screen beauty Scarlett Johansson is in the running to play Nellie Forbush in a sexy revival of “South Pacific” at Lincoln Center.
You see that? Sexy revival! She’s bringing sexy back, the only downside being she’s clearly aligned too tightly with J-Tim’s worldviews on sexy. Plus the fact that she’s playing Ms. Forbush will keep us bloggers in jokes for weeks at a time.
I would like EvilT to take me to this. I will buy the popcorn.
Danny Glover turns the Lethal Weapon of his fist on the paparazzi. HA HA HA! I’m sorry, I tried forever to make a Mel Gibson-related joke here and came up empty. I’m going on two hours of sleep, people… [The Blemish]
How many Polish researchers does it take to determine that Naomi Campbell is, scientifically, physically perfect? I don’t know the answer, but I’m guessing they were all male. [Agent Bedhead]
Leonardo DiCaprio’s presence in Israel makes Judeo-Muslim conflict look like a pillow fight. [Ninja Dude]
It’s Top 12 time. NB: I decided to quit smoking yesterday, I’m going on two hours of sleep, and I just gagged my way through the first twenty-five minutes of MTV’s True Life: I’m a Genius in order to give my TiVo a head start, so this recap is going to be bitchy.
Before we begin, I’d like to note that somehow it is going to take two hours for twelve people to sing a Diana Ross song. It would probably take less time to teach Paula Abdul to play Diana Ross’s entire repertoire on the tuba. But alas.
Side note: Remember Brian Dunkleman? Yeah. Remember that comedian who shot himself in the face this week? Yeah. Strangely enough, not the same person.
Ryan is once again plowing new fashion ground, wearing a rusted silver (like Tin Man silver) collared shirt, a copper tie, and a grey vest and suit jacket. Honestly, the only word that comes to mind for this particular color palette is “discordant.” How is anyone supposed to sing on key with that ensemble so nearby? Why can’t he just dress normal? They’re also in a new theater, which has been designed specifically to look like the inside of a pinball machine. The producers kept calling the art director like, “No, no, not tacky enough yet.”
I know that this video isn’t new to some of you…but for those that thought the “Dick in the Box” was the only funny thing on SNL in the past few months check out “The Dakota Fanning Show.” I love Amy Poehler, she really rocks my world almost as much as Tina Fey. A little industry secret from the T…they are doing a movie together very soon! Yea!!!!
Amy as Dakota Fanning and Drew Barrymore as Abigail Breslin is just too funny for words. It is rare when SNL makes me laugh out loud so if you haven’t checked this out please do. It is quite funny that while Dakota Fanning tries to push the limits of her acting chops Abigail has taken over as the sweet little girl people like to have appear on their red carpets in party dresses. Ah, youth fades honey, strike while the iron is hot.
It is totally safe for work and funny enough that you could foward this link to your friends and family…then they can find the boobs, va jay jay, and dirty posts from the Beeters on their own…
Olivia Newton John and her daughter, Chloe, talk to Woman’s Day magazine about the battle with anorexia that they both seem to have convinced themselves Chloe is winning. When asked about how she’s doing today, Chloe says, “I’m taking very good care of myself now but I’m not going to be like ‘Oh, I eat pizza every day!’” I assure you this girl hasn’t eaten pizza since sometime in 2003. Get healthy, Chloe!! Those legs are NOT sexy and it is NO FUN to be hungry.
Over the past few months, we have seen without a shadow of a doubt that Anna Nicole potential impregnator Larry Birkhead is — if nothing else — a genius at making an household name out of a talentless nobody, so perhaps it’s no wonder that super-agent Ari Gold once called on him to resurrect a career for Johnny “Drama” Chase in an effort to appease Drama’s more successful younger brother. Check out this screen cap from an episode of Entourage. That is unmistakably Larry Birkhead in that boardroom. As Defamer points out, there is no mention of Birkhead on IMDB, so he wasn’t formally credited, but I’m sure he’s grateful that his brief foray into HBO dramedies will not go unnoticed by his fans.
Update: Fabulous! TMZ has the video now. Ha. “I don’t care if it’s a porn shoot in which he is being ganged raped by a gaggle of silver-backed apes. If there are cameras rolling, everybody wins.” I love Ari Gold.
Media giant Viacom is suing YouTube, and its new parent company, Google, for copyright infringement, to the tune of $1 billion-with-a-B, after negotiations toward creating a partnership between the two groups fell apart. Viacom wants the courts to issue an injunction preventing YouTube from further copyright infringement while the case is pending.
For their part, the Google folks are “confident that YouTube has respected the legal rights of copyright holders and believe the courts will agree.”
I, for one, don’t see how that’s possible, but what do I know? Man, this sort of thing never would have happened when YouTube was an independent company with zilch on the balance sheet. Damn you, Google.
Oh, Lindsay, Lindsay. Where would we be without you? I know things are rough for you, what with you father being released from prison in, like, two hours, but do you really have to take your inner fear out on all the other women of Hollywood?
Lindsay’s prepping to head for London to film a new movie, The Best Time of Our Lives (co-starring Keira Knightley), and decided to get all her NYC (”sober”) partying out of her system beforehand. On her to-do list: DJ AM, recently split from Mandy Moore, and Jude Law, the on-again-off-again boyfriend of Sienna Miller. Lindsay partied with the two of them until the wee hours of the morning this weekend. Her mom Dina was at her side throughout, probably because she knows her daughter can score the best blow in town.
In a gossip world defined by an unending series of rehab entrances and exits, suicides and divorces, it’s refreshing to come across a plain old-fashioned Brooke-Shields-got-stuck-in-her-trailer piece. Shields was in New York, filming Lipstick Jungle for NBC (based on a novel by Sex and the City columnist Candace Bushnell), when she and her two young daughters somehow became locked in her trailer. Crew members could not pry open the front door of her trailer, so one climbed through the window to rescue the ladies.
Britney attended another Promises field trip to an AA meeting tonight — this time the 7:30 pm speaker meeting in Pacific Palisades. The paparazzi were right there to film her when she left, although they don’t have footage of her showing up. This pretty much means they weren’t tipped off by a staffer at Promises, because a staffer would have given them enough of a heads-up for them to get there when she pulled up — they were tipped off by one of Britney’s fellow rehabbers (who don’t find out what meeting they’re going to until they’re actually in the van) or someone in the meeting. And, since I’m guessing the other folks at Promises aren’t allowed to take cell phones on field trips, it was probably someone in the meeting. This particular meeting is an open meeting — meaning that you don’t have to identify as an alcoholic to attend — so anyone could have been there. I know the tabloids have folks scouting out the AA meetings in L.A. like crazy lately. Strangely enough, no one’s got any new footage of Lindsay Lohan at one. Maybe her dad will start dragging her to them when he gets out of jail tomorrow morning.
