Monday, February 28, 2011
Posted by Kenneth M. Walsh at 3:30 PM
Posted by Kenneth M. Walsh at 11:35 AM
Lance Bass, J.C. Chavez and Dustin Lance Black
Elton John is as curious as I am about this chat between John Waters and Cee-Lo Green
Jamie Fox and Kim Kardashian: You can almost see her mouth watering
David Furnish and Matthew Morrison
David Furnish and Ryan Kwanten (Mrs. John knows what she's doing, huh?)
I couldn't make it (bad foot), so Brad Goreski found another date ...
Ross Matthews does his thing
Chris Colfer and Ashley Fink (some things you never outgrow)
No gay party would be complete without Chaka Khan
Catherine Tokarz and Eric Stonestreet
Caroline Fentress, Chris O'Donnell, Mamie Gummer and Ben Walker
Hayden Panettiere and Kevin Zegers
Anne Heche and James Tupper
Eric McCormack and Janet Leigh Holden
Beautiful people alert: Dave Annable and Odette Yustman
Baz Luhrmann and Rufus Wainwright
Serena Williams (I'm now wearing her foot cast)
Chace Crawford and Emma Roberts
You didn't think Elton was going to let David have all of this, did you?
Posted by Kenneth M. Walsh at 10:40 AM
Hugh Jackman, who got more screen time than the actual hosts (I'm not complaining)
Armie Hammer, the boy most likely to ...
Jesse Eisenberg's status hasn't changed all year
Colin Firth finally got what he deserved
Mark Ruffalo: the man is more than all right
Josh Brolin (where was his wife, did he put her in the hospital again?)
Andrew Garfield: I don't "get" this kid, and neither does his hairstylist
Javier Bardem looks like he may have eaten a celebratory cake a bit prematurely
Christian Bale and Mark Wahlberg: The younger older brother came out on top
Justin Timberlake sure looked like he was having a good time during the ceremonies (cute!)
Daphne Zuniga and friend: funnest party crashers ever!
Posted by Kenneth M. Walsh at 10:12 AM
I have to admit that I've never seen this -- or any movie starring Debbie Reynolds -- but I did go old-school over the weekend and revisit "Postcards From the Edge" with a trip to video store. (There's one left in Chelsea -- and it's still nowhere near my apartment!) The movie isn't as funny as I remembered -- am I the only one who thought Meryl "I can do anything" Streep was horribly miscast? -- but Shirley Maclaine steals every scene she's in, which only makes me love the idea of Debbie Reynolds even more. (Did you SEE her and Carrie Fisher on Oprah the other week?!)
Posted by Kenneth M. Walsh at 12:02 AM
Saturday, February 26, 2011
UPDATE: Shows you WHAT those backstage "insiders' know!
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Posted by Kenneth M. Walsh at 6:18 PM
Friday, February 25, 2011
Is Madonna as horrible a person as you think she is? Listen to what Tim Ransom has to say about his onetime friend and "Desperately Seeking Susan" costar. Tim had a bit part in the film as the bellhop in Atlantic City who delivers Susan her breakfast -- including a newspaper and tequila -- which earns him a tip that was as big as her flirting. "Don't spend it all in one place," Susan cautions, as she slips the money in his coat pocket. (He won't.) It seems Tim and Madonna were buddy-buddy back in the day -- according to publicist Reid Rosefelt, Madonna "adored" Tim -- but after Reid blogged a heartwarming story about his work on the "Desperately Seeking Susan" movie poster with Herb Ritts, Tim posted the following in the comments section. I could almost feel
my his heart break as I read it:
Ah yes indeed, this brings back the memories. I was cuh-razy for the girl when all this was happening. Followed her around like a puppy on set. Such a shame she turned in to such an awful person.
If it's any consolation Reid, you aren't alone in getting the diss from her. About 10+ years ago, I was invited to spend Christmas Eve at a small gathering at a mutual friends place and she was going to be there. I was truly looking forward to seeing her again as she was always playful on DSS and we had a fun relationship. Having done her first-ever screen test with her, etc. I never imagined she'd pull the 'I don't remember you' routine, but that is exactly what she did, sitting less than 3 feet from me. Completely flummoxed, I tried (pathetically) to remind her that we did her screen-test together, that we had a small scene in the movie, etc., at which point she looked me square in the eye and repeated, VERY pointedly, "I. Don't. Remember. You."
This was the woman who stuck her tongue at me from the stage at Madison Square Garden; the woman whose voice-mail to me I saved for YEARS cause it was so deliciously flirtatious; the woman whom I still have a photo of me giving her a foot-rub on set (which I was on every friggin' day of the shoot) that was now telling me I didn't exist in her memory. It was infuriating as she was so clearly making a conscious choice to not even engage in the conversation. Narcissism paired with a lack of grace running that deep is pretty mind-blowing to witness, especially when directed so personally at you.
It sucked to have fond memories of her and that time poisoned by that night, but what are you gonna do? Suffice it to say that a few years ago when I re-discovered in storage the signed 'Like A Virgin' poster she gave us all on that last day of shooting ("you can be my second husband after therapy" was one of the things she wrote), with great pleasure I listed it on eBay. The tidy sum I received for it went to underwrite a new flat-screen TV that I am enjoying to this very day. Perhaps a little short-sighted of me, but it felt very good to be rid of it and I will never, ever regret getting it out of my home.
Of course she is. No further questions.