Wednesday, April 26, 2006

I Think I Link You

music edition
'Wrong Side of the Tracks' Week makes me wet.
"...it's Certainly Sucking" Elton's Lestat Hits Broadway
Pregnant. Again. WWTD on Britney, babies, and cartoon hippos.
Sean Preston Spears Funny fake interview @ Cracked.
"Is George Michael Still Grieving?" @ A Socialite's Life

I Think I Link You

music edition
'Wrong Side of the Tracks' Week makes me wet.
"...it's Certainly Sucking" Elton's Lestat Hits Broadway
Pregnant. Again. WWTD on Britney, babies, and cartoon hippos.
Sean Preston Spears Funny fake interview @ Cracked.
"Is George Michael Still Grieving?" @ A Socialite's Life

Hug a Hot Australian

You know how some special days are a pain in the ass. All that walking in inclemate weather for causes, celebrating some obscure national event, being nice to your administrative assistant (that's harder for some than others). Well, other special days are not so tough at all.

Today is "Hug an Australian Day".


No, this one is not so difficult to get excited about. Not difficult at all. In fact this day might prove to be the best day of the week. You could say hugging an Australian is downright illuminating, enjoyable, sensuous, mood enhancing. It's good fun for all.


Hollywood loves Australia. It's one of their better chosen passions. Well done Tinseltown, keep on pilfering their goodies. How can you stop? Even less famous famous Australians are still piping hot.


What is it about the land down under? When you hug an Australian anything could happen...

You could lose your memory. You could win a dance competition. You could get caught by your dad (!) and have to introduce the hottie you're hugging. You're very likely to start lipsynching to ABBA records.

Once that Aussie hugging is in full bloom you could get physical with that hot guy at the gym, see dead people, have an adventure at sea, or win costuming Oscars.

So today consider this a virtual hug to all of our Aussie readers. If you hail from that randy movie-star birthing factory 'down under' say it in the comments and feel the love.

tags: Toni Collette, Heath Ledger, Hugh Jackman, Russell Crowe, Naomi Watts, Travis Fimmel, Adam Garcia, movies, celebrities, Australia, gossip, Cate Blanchett, Olivia,Hollywood, photos

Hug a Hot Australian

You know how some special days are a pain in the ass. All that walking in inclemate weather for causes, celebrating some obscure national event, being nice to your administrative assistant (that's harder for some than others). Well, other special days are not so tough at all.

Today is "Hug an Australian Day".


No, this one is not so difficult to get excited about. Not difficult at all. In fact this day might prove to be the best day of the week. You could say hugging an Australian is downright illuminating, enjoyable, sensuous, mood enhancing. It's good fun for all.


Hollywood loves Australia. It's one of their better chosen passions. Well done Tinseltown, keep on pilfering their goodies. How can you stop? Even less famous famous Australians are still piping hot.


What is it about the land down under? When you hug an Australian anything could happen...

You could lose your memory. You could win a dance competition. You could get caught by your dad (!) and have to introduce the hottie you're hugging. You're very likely to start lipsynching to ABBA records.

Once that Aussie hugging is in full bloom you could get physical with that hot guy at the gym, see dead people, have an adventure at sea, or win costuming Oscars.

So today consider this a virtual hug to all of our Aussie readers. If you hail from that randy movie-star birthing factory 'down under' say it in the comments and feel the love.

tags: Toni Collette, Heath Ledger, Hugh Jackman, Russell Crowe, Naomi Watts, Travis Fimmel, Adam Garcia, movies, celebrities, Australia, gossip, Cate Blanchett, Olivia,Hollywood, photos

American Idol: The Movie

I know this makes me uncool with tweeners & seniors but I don't get American Idol --or rather, I get it but I don't understand how it stays got. More popular every year even though it's 70% filler and there have been virtually no changes to keep it fresh. Its overwhelming success is bizarre.

So... in my valiant effort to understand the rest of the world's obsession, I'm viewing it through the only prism that ever makes any sense to me: The Movies!

The Film Experience casts..."AMERICAN IDOL: The Movie"

Taylor. My first thought was silver fox Richard Gere: Age appropriate and all. But, no, definitely too pretty. Another good lookieloo option? Joe Mantegna. But then I thought: This Taylor role is not only challenging acting & singing wise but you also gotta be able to do physical comedy. All that jerking around like you're Joe Cocker reborn or like Lily Tomlin's spirit has possessed one half of your bod--hey, wait a minute: Steve Martin! Sign him up. Pay him anything. Done.

Paris? Tough one. The actress has to be among the living (that rules out the Gilded Moose choice) and the right age range. We don't have that many African American pre-teen movie stars. [No means no, Dakota --please stop calling!]. I almost skipped this one but then a horrific memory came retching up.

Did you ever see Are We There Yet?. I saw it accidentally ("accidentally!" I repeat) and there's this scene where the little girl in the movie (Alecia Allen) does a hideous karaoke number at a birthday party. Ice Cube is her babysitter and he has to perform an excruciating reaction shot. His character must look really impressed with her character's performance. To add abject humiliation to this already embarrassing task, he even has to verify this delight audibly to himself --"wow, she's really good" or some such shit. There went that last tiny scrap of dignity he was holding on to since the heady days of Three Kings and Boyz n the Hood. Maybe a name change is in order: (Ice) Cube Gooding Jr.

Katharine. In the Idol vernacular I guess I have the "McPheever". She is hands down my favorite contestant this year, which means she'll be booted soon. One of the reasons I rarely watch is that America has horrid taste and they let the good ones go.

Hmmm. Let's see. We need an actress who can be nervous/vacant and always very very pretty while simultaneously projecting a complete lack of eroticism (perfect for that tweener/senior crowd). So, it's gotta be Katie Holmes. Very pretty but it's almost impossible to picture her actually having sex --even when she's simulating it onscreen. If problems crop up with Tom's approval Katie's availability, I'm all for casting Ginnifer Goodwin. She's a better actress. Although it is really easy to picture her having sex since she comes across as, well, a real person.

The real reason people probably watch this show though is the judges. Or more specifically the human train wreck that is Paula Abdul. You need a really top notch celebrity actress in this part. Someone who understands the precarious mental balance achieved by the perfect mix of pharmaceutical prescriptions + horny loneliness ÷ fading stardom. It has to be the Sharon Stone. Give her a tan, a dye job, and lots of screen time and maybe we got another Oscar nomination.

OK. I'm spent. I can't go on. The rest you'll have to cast yourself.


Randy, Simon, Ryan, Chris Daughtry, Elliott Yamin, and Kellie Pickler await your votes. Who should play them in this imaginary film? I await your genius comments...

tags: Paula Abdul, American Idol, Katie Holmes, movies, celebrities, reality TV, gossip, Steve Martin, Sharon Stone,Ice Cube

American Idol: The Movie

I know this makes me uncool with tweeners & seniors but I don't get American Idol --or rather, I get it but I don't understand how it stays got. More popular every year even though it's 70% filler and there have been virtually no changes to keep it fresh. Its overwhelming success is bizarre.

So... in my valiant effort to understand the rest of the world's obsession, I'm viewing it through the only prism that ever makes any sense to me: The Movies!

The Film Experience casts..."AMERICAN IDOL: The Movie"

Taylor. My first thought was silver fox Richard Gere: Age appropriate and all. But, no, definitely too pretty. Another good lookieloo option? Joe Mantegna. But then I thought: This Taylor role is not only challenging acting & singing wise but you also gotta be able to do physical comedy. All that jerking around like you're Joe Cocker reborn or like Lily Tomlin's spirit has possessed one half of your bod--hey, wait a minute: Steve Martin! Sign him up. Pay him anything. Done.

Paris? Tough one. The actress has to be among the living (that rules out the Gilded Moose choice) and the right age range. We don't have that many African American pre-teen movie stars. [No means no, Dakota --please stop calling!]. I almost skipped this one but then a horrific memory came retching up.

Did you ever see Are We There Yet?. I saw it accidentally ("accidentally!" I repeat) and there's this scene where the little girl in the movie (Alecia Allen) does a hideous karaoke number at a birthday party. Ice Cube is her babysitter and he has to perform an excruciating reaction shot. His character must look really impressed with her character's performance. To add abject humiliation to this already embarrassing task, he even has to verify this delight audibly to himself --"wow, she's really good" or some such shit. There went that last tiny scrap of dignity he was holding on to since the heady days of Three Kings and Boyz n the Hood. Maybe a name change is in order: (Ice) Cube Gooding Jr.

Katharine. In the Idol vernacular I guess I have the "McPheever". She is hands down my favorite contestant this year, which means she'll be booted soon. One of the reasons I rarely watch is that America has horrid taste and they let the good ones go.

Hmmm. Let's see. We need an actress who can be nervous/vacant and always very very pretty while simultaneously projecting a complete lack of eroticism (perfect for that tweener/senior crowd). So, it's gotta be Katie Holmes. Very pretty but it's almost impossible to picture her actually having sex --even when she's simulating it onscreen. If problems crop up with Tom's approval Katie's availability, I'm all for casting Ginnifer Goodwin. She's a better actress. Although it is really easy to picture her having sex since she comes across as, well, a real person.

The real reason people probably watch this show though is the judges. Or more specifically the human train wreck that is Paula Abdul. You need a really top notch celebrity actress in this part. Someone who understands the precarious mental balance achieved by the perfect mix of pharmaceutical prescriptions + horny loneliness ÷ fading stardom. It has to be the Sharon Stone. Give her a tan, a dye job, and lots of screen time and maybe we got another Oscar nomination.

OK. I'm spent. I can't go on. The rest you'll have to cast yourself.


Randy, Simon, Ryan, Chris Daughtry, Elliott Yamin, and Kellie Pickler await your votes. Who should play them in this imaginary film? I await your genius comments...

tags: Paula Abdul, American Idol, Katie Holmes, movies, celebrities, reality TV, gossip, Steve Martin, Sharon Stone,Ice Cube

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

A Very Brief History of... "A History of..."

Sorry kids --no regular episode this week. No Time. So instead: instant nostalgia (like one of those cheat "clip show" episodes of tired sitcoms.)

February 2006 Nathaniel goes to dinner with ModFab and like two geeky parents, they discuss their college dreams for their demanding unruly adolescent blogs. *sniffle* 'They grow up so fast.' Nathaniel then has an anniversary dinner with The Boyfriend and selfishly checks out for several minutes to jot down this "history" idea that practically drops into the dinner plate. The Boyfriend... if he's not an Oscar widow, he's a blog widow poor thing. The following week A History of Gyllenhaal debuts and is blessed from on high with Pink is the New Blog linkage. Juli's Screen Kids and a Gay Cowboy overviews follow.

March 2006 Sarah Jessica Parker from Annie to gay icon to romantic comedy star. People looked quickly away from the bald women and gender bending editions. You can't win them all.

But cornering that shifty Jodie Foster? That was fun.

April 2006 It was a total struggle to pin down that force of strange nature known as Sharon Stone but people liked it *whew* --seriously, Sharon was a bear. So Nathaniel picks on someone not his own size for the next double header: Bunny Rabbits and Dakota Fanning -- Overdose O' Cuteness. Then Nathaniel collapses.

A History Of... will return in its proper form at its normally scheduled time next Tuesday.

Tomorrow I'll bring you the debut of a new Wednesday feature that I'm really excited about. Other things on their way soon: Best of the Year So Far (Jan-April --hey, ya gotta start somewhere keeping track of favorites for end of the year honors), Summer Movie rundown, and zeee Pfeiffer blog-a-thon of course.

A Very Brief History of... "A History of..."

Sorry kids --no regular episode this week. No Time. So instead: instant nostalgia (like one of those cheat "clip show" episodes of tired sitcoms.)

February 2006 Nathaniel goes to dinner with ModFab and like two geeky parents, they discuss their college dreams for their demanding unruly adolescent blogs. *sniffle* 'They grow up so fast.' Nathaniel then has an anniversary dinner with The Boyfriend and selfishly checks out for several minutes to jot down this "history" idea that practically drops into the dinner plate. The Boyfriend... if he's not an Oscar widow, he's a blog widow poor thing. The following week A History of Gyllenhaal debuts and is blessed from on high with Pink is the New Blog linkage. Juli's Screen Kids and a Gay Cowboy overviews follow.

March 2006 Sarah Jessica Parker from Annie to gay icon to romantic comedy star. People looked quickly away from the bald women and gender bending editions. You can't win them all.

But cornering that shifty Jodie Foster? That was fun.

April 2006 It was a total struggle to pin down that force of strange nature known as Sharon Stone but people liked it *whew* --seriously, Sharon was a bear. So Nathaniel picks on someone not his own size for the next double header: Bunny Rabbits and Dakota Fanning -- Overdose O' Cuteness. Then Nathaniel collapses.

A History Of... will return in its proper form at its normally scheduled time next Tuesday.

Tomorrow I'll bring you the debut of a new Wednesday feature that I'm really excited about. Other things on their way soon: Best of the Year So Far (Jan-April --hey, ya gotta start somewhere keeping track of favorites for end of the year honors), Summer Movie rundown, and zeee Pfeiffer blog-a-thon of course.

Confessions about Confessions

Remember back in November when it was perpetual Madonnamania here? When I wasn't regularly posting about the big M I was dancing 'round in my apartment like a damn fool to Confessions on a Dancefloor which I still totally groove to. One of my favorite redundant pleasures in this fair city is turning up "I Love New York" on my iPod whilst walking around in the very place. I've been here for 6 1/2 years and I still feel as horny for NYC as if we wuz just married.

So now my terribly uncool confession: I'm opting out of attending the new Madonna tour.

I've seen every show I could get to. I missed Blond Ambition because I was overseas and the closest pit stop was Germany and it seemed a task herculean and complex to get there from where I was. But otherwise? I've pretty much always been there. I've given her more money than I care to recall in our 22 years together. I love her more than I can describe. [if you're really curious about the extent of the love it's like the Pfeiffer pfixation --only tripled because Madonna is ALWAYS with us and has infiltrated virtually every aspect of the culture.] She's been a ubiquitous presence all throughout my life, practically a family member...well, if blood relations were überhot, genius, creative, sexy, and cool as hell. But the ticket prices are too steep for me at this juncture in my life (lots of things in flux, including employment).


My general rule of thumb for concerts and shows is I don't go unless I have a good seat. $350 was the price for Madonna (before the thieves brokers/scalpers/agencies got all of them) and for $350 I knew I could get:
31 movies. And y'know how Nathaniel loves the pictures. Or...
5-15 Broadway or OffB'Way shows. (Depending on what discounts). Or...
3 months of food. Or...
A good chunk of the rent payment. You get the picture.

I worship Madonna but I confess I couldn't part with the cash.

tags: Madonna, ticket prices, concerts, celebrities, budget

Confessions about Confessions

Remember back in November when it was perpetual Madonnamania here? When I wasn't regularly posting about the big M I was dancing 'round in my apartment like a damn fool to Confessions on a Dancefloor which I still totally groove to. One of my favorite redundant pleasures in this fair city is turning up "I Love New York" on my iPod whilst walking around in the very place. I've been here for 6 1/2 years and I still feel as horny for NYC as if we wuz just married.

So now my terribly uncool confession: I'm opting out of attending the new Madonna tour.

I've seen every show I could get to. I missed Blond Ambition because I was overseas and the closest pit stop was Germany and it seemed a task herculean and complex to get there from where I was. But otherwise? I've pretty much always been there. I've given her more money than I care to recall in our 22 years together. I love her more than I can describe. [if you're really curious about the extent of the love it's like the Pfeiffer pfixation --only tripled because Madonna is ALWAYS with us and has infiltrated virtually every aspect of the culture.] She's been a ubiquitous presence all throughout my life, practically a family member...well, if blood relations were überhot, genius, creative, sexy, and cool as hell. But the ticket prices are too steep for me at this juncture in my life (lots of things in flux, including employment).


My general rule of thumb for concerts and shows is I don't go unless I have a good seat. $350 was the price for Madonna (before the thieves brokers/scalpers/agencies got all of them) and for $350 I knew I could get:
31 movies. And y'know how Nathaniel loves the pictures. Or...
5-15 Broadway or OffB'Way shows. (Depending on what discounts). Or...
3 months of food. Or...
A good chunk of the rent payment. You get the picture.

I worship Madonna but I confess I couldn't part with the cash.

tags: Madonna, ticket prices, concerts, celebrities, budget

Pfeiffer Watch: "Stardust"

Well, it's not quite Meryl Streep or Annette Bening's "I'll do anything!" new multi-film schedules but it seems like LaPfeiffer is finally ready to work again. Aiming for a comeback? We can dream.

Maybe she just got sick of my sobbing "where are youuuuuuuu?!?" voicemails?

In addition to I Could Never Be Your Woman which opens in late July (and which the studio claims they love) she's already filming Stardust pictured to your left. She plays the villain. In the scene they're filming there she has crazy hair and is riding in some sort of mini-chariot (which you can see a piece of in the middle picture). It's all very Tilda Swinton in Chronicles of Narnia. Hopefully not a carbon copy, though.

Any thoughts? Has anyone read this book?

tags: Michelle Pfeiffer, Stardust, movies, celebrities, fantasy