Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Breaking: Colin Farrell Has "Half a Baguette in His Lunchbox"


Perhaps Colin Farrell missed the luck of the Irish in one key area. Angelique Jerome, who claims to have had a multi-hour affair with Farrell in London last month, tells London's Sunday Mirror that "he has a great body and a charm that any woman would kill for. But he's all talk. Between the sheets, he is a letdown with only half a baguette in his lunchbox, if you know what I mean."

Ouch.

[Rush & Molloy]

Update: US Weekly's blog ran this item with the headline "Colin Farrell's Man-Loaf Not Up to Size," for which they should win some manner of prize.

Monday, August 07, 2006

Um, So Yesterday's LA Times Basically Accused Joe Francis of Rape


Normally when a paper runs a profile on some dude who's a real asshole, it's tempered somehow, as in, "During the week I spent with Gibson, it became clear that he was a blatant anti-Semite and a reckless drunk, but there's a true sense of decency beneath it -- a genuine, if long-suppressed, desire to help small kittens and fly-covered people in Africa."

Not so much here, in Claire Hoffman's strictly nauseating recollection of the time she spent shadowing Joe Francis, the founder of the "Girls Gone Wild" empire.

You think she's told you the worst of it in the first few paragraphs:


Joe Francis, the founder of the "Girls Gone Wild" empire, is humiliating me. He has my face pressed against the hood of a car, my arms twisted hard behind my back. He's pushing himself against me, shouting: "This is what they did to me in Panama City!"

It's after 3 a.m. and we're in a parking lot on the outskirts of Chicago. Electronic music is buzzing from the nightclub across the street, mixing easily with the laughter of the guys who are watching this, this me-pinned-and-helpless thing.

Francis isn't laughing. He has turned on me, and I don't know why. He's going on and on about Panama City Beach, the spring break spot in northern Florida where Bay County sheriff's deputies arrested him three years ago on charges of racketeering, drug trafficking and promoting the sexual performance of a child. As he yells, I wonder if this is a flashback, or if he's punishing me for being the only blond in sight who's not wearing a thong. This much is certain: He's got at least 80 pounds on me and I'm thinking he's about to break my left arm. My eyes start to stream tears.


The next few pages contain similarly wince-worthy commentary on what a sonofabitch this guy is. Midway through the article, as a reader, I actually found myself relieved and pleased to read this:



"I've been anally raped over and over by the media." It's an odd sort of thing for him to say. In January 2004, as news reports recounted, he was forced at gunpoint to simulate sodomizing himself with a vibrator as an intruder videotaped him in his Bel-Air mansion. A 28-year-old named Darnell Riley was arrested 14 months later, after police received a tip from Paris Hilton.


I was pleased because:

a) This guy sucks and it's kind of neat that someone forced him to sodomize himself. (Think I'm cruel and heartless? Read the article.)
b) A tip from Paris Hilton? What the fuck? Paris Hilton? Paris Hilton knew the guy who forced Joe Francis to sodomize himself? And she tipped off the police? How am I just now hearing about this? So wonderful, wonderful.

At this point in the article, I figured I'd found the focus of this blog entry; the Paris Hilton angle is always a solid one, and this is a damn good Paris Hilton angle.

Then, when I thought the worst was over and we could all play in the Paris-Hilton-Joe-Francis-forcible-auto-sodomy sandbox for the rest of the day, I read this:



Footage from that night shows a close-up of Szyszka's driver's license, proving she's not a minor. The camera then captures Szyszka lying on the bed. Her nails are chipped, her eyes coated with makeup. Following a camerman's instructions, she shows her breasts and says, "Girls Gone Wild." She seems shy but willing. She smiles. The unseen cameraman asks her to take off her shirt, her skirt, then her underwear. She sprawls on the bed, her legs open. At his suggestion, she masturbates with a dildo, saying repeatedly that it hurts but also feels good. Francis enters the room at certain points and you hear his voice, low and flirtatious, telling her, "You are so adorable."

When she says she's a virgin, he responds: "Great. You won't be after my cameraman gets done with you."

When I talk to Szyszka seven days later, she says she "didn't quite realize" she was being filmed. "But I didn't care because I was drunk and who cares?" Then she adds: "It didn't feel good to me at all, but I was totally faking it because I was on 'Girls Gone Wild.'"Eventually, Szyszka says, Francis told the cameraman to leave and pushed her back on the bed, undid his jeans and climbed on top of her. "I told him it hurt, and he kept doing it. And I keep telling him it hurts. I said, 'No' twice in the beginning, and during I started saying, 'Oh, my god, it hurts.' I kept telling him it hurt, but he kept going, and he said he was sorry but kissed me so I wouldn't keep talking."

Afterward, she says, Francis cleaned them both off with a paper towel and told her to get dressed. Then, she says, he opened the door and told the cameraman to come back, saying, "She's not a virgin anymore."



Let's tell it like it is: the LA Times set out to do a simple profiling piece, and ended up accusing Joe Francis of rape. It gets a whole lot worse, with Francis much later telling Hoffman "If you print that, I will [expletive] sue the [expletive] out of you. If you print that, baby, you just put the nail in your own coffin. You are a [expletive expletive]. You decided to blast me . . . You are a [expletive] bitch . . . I will get my last laugh on you. I will get you."

He firmly denies ever having sex with the girl, then days later his lawyer says the sex happened, but was consensual.

It's difficult to properly summarize this piece. I've never read such a purely scathing review of anything or anybody in a mainstream paper. Glitter was better received by most newspapers. At the very least, this is an unsettling way to start the week.

Friday, August 04, 2006

Closing Time

Some final items:


  • MSNBC's Jason Katzman realizes that Will Ferrell is marketable, easy to pitch for. Screenwriters Guild of America sooo pissed their secret leaked. [MSNBC]
  • Taylor Hicks is "writing" a "memoir." It's really cute when old people do that. [UPI via Jossip]
  • ScoJo got one of those gross bull-style nose rings. I'm not sure whether I blame Woody Allen or Josh Hartnett. [Just Jared]
  • If there is anyone on this planet who would have absolutely no reason -- contractual, blackmail-related or career healthwise -- to lie about having seen Suri Cruise, it is, without a doubt, Penelope Fucking Cruz. [Chicago Trib, every major news outlet you don't read because everything you care about that happened today was covered by one of your 12 favorite blogs -- yes, you, you gorgeous, precious, blog-reading demographic, with your over-30 age bracket and near-six-figured average annual income. Check MSNBC every now and then, would ya? You were, like, thisclose to not finding out today that solid Will Ferrell vehicles are a dime a dozen. Sheesh.]

Getting the Party Started: Pink Pees in Public

The pictures are so gross I won't even have them on my website. But I feel you all need to at least be aware that this happened.

Lindsay Takes Her PR into Her Own Hands


Let's face it: Leslie Sloan Zelnick has her hands full these days. So where's a misbehaving starlet to turn when she needs some spin and she needs it now?

Perez Hilton, clearly.

She sent him this email yesterday:


From: [XXXXXXXX]
To: Perez Hilton Subject:
Re: Yooo
Date: Thu, 3 Aug 2006 23:23:59 +0000

Almost witnessed 3kids being hit by paparazzi.... Never in my life hadan expirience as I just did with the paparazzi. I am not kidding I amshaking, cannot breathe a bit, scared, anxious and sad. If someonedoesn't feel bad, than I will feel bad for myself. It is disgusting whatthese g-d damn people are doing to me. As well as the people in my life that I work with/for. Its vulgar and I'm saddened for myself.

And, ANY of those willing to fall into judging me in any way in thefuture, or past. Can watch the video tapes that these men/women take ofme while they are being invasive towards my DAY off.... Which I neverhave anymore. (Send that to Morgan Creek)

G-d Bless.xxl


It was thoughtful of Lindsay to scare off any rumors that the Morgan Creek letter was just a hoax. Take that, Zelnick.

"I'd Go Watch that Movie and Just Drink at Home"



I know it's hard to believe that anything at all got edited out of the Chaotic footage for fear of reflecting poorly on Britney, but if there's any such gem, I'd assert that this is it.

Please, please, please watch until the very end. If you stop early you'll miss the conversation on time travel.

Via Bricks and Stones.




Thursday, August 03, 2006

Nicky Hilton's Body Isn't That Much Better than Yours


I know it's mean and misogynistic to pick on female celebs' body types, but I saw this picture on The Skinny Website (don't even get me started), and I really felt a lot better about my body. So don't think of this as my cattiness, think of it as your self-confidence boost for the day. I am just trying to help.

You know, people say she tries to stay out of the spotlight -- she's hawking a fashion line and getting into the hotel biz and not fucking every C-list scenester on the Sunset Strip (just the one) -- but it's not like this girl actually goes out of her way to avoid being in the public eye. I crossed paths with all 5-foot-absolutely-nothing of her at a party last year, and she posed for the cameras for a good solid fifteen minutes before grabbing her gift bag and heading back out the door. She could have afforded the swag on her own; she came to have her picture taken. She's not trying that hard, people.

Christie Brinkley is SUCH a Rock Star


Christie Brinkley's creepy, philandering excuse for a husband made a short visit to their Hamptons compound yesterday. Christie stuck around for 15 minutes before getting the hell out of dodge, returning less than an hour later with a gift for the photog camped outside her house. She gave him a box of sugar-free Popsicles with a handwritten note inside. “Sorry you have to do this on such a hot day!” she'd written.

When asked to speak about the brief meeting with her creepy, philandering excuse for a husband, Brinkley said “I’d rather not comment. I just don’t want to fuel this anymore.”

Awww. She's a class act, that Christie. She even made everyone who works in the architecture firm owned by her creepy, philandering excuse for a husband sign an NDA so they can't gab to the media about his creepy philandering.

Unfortunately, that Billy Joel clone she totes around the Hamptons hasn't had comparable media training.

Cheer up, Christie! So he was sleeping with a woman less than half your age. At least he wasn't sleeping with your brother.

Source: E! Online

The Asshole who Slept with My Brother


Hoping that the still-murky landscape of Internet law will deter the obvious libel charges, DontDateHimGirl.com has established a targeted marketer's wet dream: a website where women can share horror stories about the men they've been with who have perpetrated horrible, thoughtless acts that they are likely to repeat in the future, along with their names, locations and photographs. Or, more plausibly, it's a website where women can make nasty shit up about that guy from the bar who never called again after you gave him a blow job under the DJ booth. Hell hath no fury, &c. The Google adbots don't have to work too hard to get this one right.

It is, obviously, a business model equally arousing for civil-court lawyers and people who derive pleasure from watching the trainwrecks of other people's lives on the Internet. I left law school three years short of a J.D., but I fall squarely into the latter category. This place is schadenfreude heaven, and a comedic goldmine to boot. I'll add first that the following data is notably alleged:

Some highlights:

Bryant Wells, of the greater Pittsburgh area, is a "cheatin ass lyin ass nigga" although the author "ain't even goin lie he looks good." Apparently this guy will bang anything that walks, which is understandable, because, at 5-foot-3, you take what you can get.

Ephraim Reavis, of Philadelphia, was cheating on his fiancee and managed to contract the herpes virus in the process. Don't let him try to prove otherwise, because "he knows people who work at free health clinics who will give him a clean bill of health." Can you imagine this conversation? How is this done? STD test results are produced in a lab, right, even if the tests are administered in a clinic? So do they have "Hug Me I'm Herpes-Free" stickers they award to the fortunate few? Or does this mildly retarded chick walk into the local free clinic with this dude, go up to the front desk and say "Can you please confirm for me that this guy doesn't have the herp? Get out your ID, baby."

[Name removed per request], of [location removed per request], sleeps with lots of girls at the same time, and "felt it was okay to Jerk off in front of me on our 1st and 2nd date." I doubt this guy was concerned much with your potential reaction on the first date, sweetie, but I assure you he'd determined it was 100% okay when you showed up for the second date.

And my favorite:

Hakiem George, of Manhattan, NY, "doesnt only like girls ladies he is bisexual." How does she know this? Because he had sex with her brother, and "my brother felt guilty and just told me the truth after finding...out [that Hakiem had chlamydia]." Since the author claims to be STD-free, she has deduced that "he was freaking 2 other girls maybe more and my brother." This is another conversation I would like to be in the room to hear. "Hey, I gotta be straight with you, sis. Actually, maybe that's not the right word to use here..."

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Vietnamese Chicken Salad

I know everyone eagerly checks this blog on Thursday mornings for an debriefing on my cooking class the night before, and I do not wish to disappoint.

Tonight was meats. We spent the first hour learning about chicken, beef and pork. I started making hash marks on my paper each time Miss May said "delicious," and I got to 11 before I gave up. In the process, I learned a few things that had me, for about 30 seconds, thinking maybe the folks at PETA had the right idea. Not in a hurl-paint-at-Anna-Wintour sort of way, but it is kind of depressing how these animals exist before they're slaughtered. For instance, did you know they don't feed shrimp for a few days before they're "harvested" so that there's nothing visible in their intestines when they're sold? The shrimp probably don't mind, but it just seems mean. And when I'd heard the phrase "free-range chicken," it always conjured this bucolic imagery for me, with happy, happy chickens skipping merrily along green fields out in wine country. It turns out that "free-range" means they are given approximately one square foot of space in which to "move." The added muscle mass makes their corpses "much more delicious." If these "free-range" chickens are given one square foot of space throughout the course of their lives, what on earth are they doing to the non-free-range chickens?

Although the truth is, when you step out of idealism and into reality, the economic feasibility of letting all animals be treated like house pets and still being able to provide meat for the entire country is dubious at best. When you attack the McDonalds and Burger Kings and Tysons of this world for perpetrating these crimes, you're ignoring the giant mass of unskilled workers employed by these corporations and their relative gravity in the US economy. If there's a happy medium, I don't know where. But I'll get off my soap box now. You came to hear about cooking school!

We learned that large chunks of meat will continue to cook for awhile after they're out of the oven, getting up to 10 degrees hotter, so you should always remove them a little early. We also learned the exact internal temperatures of different "donenesses" (that's a real cooking word) of steaks, but Nandita has my notes tonight so I can't share them.

We chose Vietnamese Chicken Salad, which was relatively easy to make and tasted incredible. I made a bit of a faux-pas with the sauteed salad topping when I left it on the stove too long and it burned, but we quickly recovered (read: started over, because your sauce is pretty unrecoverable when it's charred and smoking) and our dish was a hit. It was really, honestly, very, very good, and I plan to make it again someday. Maybe.

I think next week is pasta and desserts, so stay tuned!

Lindsay Lohan in a Tight White Wife Beater with No Bra


Don't say I never do anything nice for you.

I really want to know what is in her left hand. Is that a Coke bottle? Like, a bonafide Coke bottle? Where do you buy Coke bottles? I really want one now. I feel like Coke just tastes better that way. Like a little taste of the carefree days of the '50s. When women wore cone bras. We should bring back cone bras. Who's with me?

OMG: TMNT!

I am so happy right now. Warner Brothers is producing a fourth installment of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movies, with a release date set at 3/30/07 (we have to wait that long??). This one's all digital, and is supposedly "grittier" than the previous three (although it will retain its PG rating). Apple.com has the totally gnarly teaser trailer. Our heroes in a half-shell have returned, carrying on their sturdy backs a risk that people outside of SoCal will start saying "radical" unironically again.

Just Doing My Part for the Paparazzi


They're filming something on Pershing, in the northbound lane just north of Imperial Ave in PDR. There's a silver SUV and a dark-haired girl. They have the cops out en masse to guard the orange cones on the road. I remember they filmed Entourage near this stretch of road last year, but I didn't see any of those guys. It could really be anything. Guesses?

Anyway, even if they're not filming anything interesting (if it is The OC I will never forgive myself), Pershing is the super-secret James Bond route around several miles of traffic on the 405. I've included a map. Remember who hooked you up with that shit. You're welcome.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

My Latest Pitch

If you were less than amused by my most recent reality show pitch, you'll be pleased to know I'm moving away from reality TV and focusing on documentaries now.

Tonight I envisioned a documentary about the male on-camera talent in the porn industry. We'll call it Hard at Work. The details are unimportant.

Contact evilbeet@gmail.com for option rights.

The Picture Brian Found on the Internet Today

My friend Brian has an uncanny but glorious gift for finding pictures on the Internet that never should have been taken in the first place, had the better instinct of anyone present been alive to kick in. Here's the one he sent me today. Caption suggestions welcome in the comment section.

More Mel-odrama

Okay that was cheesy. But it stays.

So anyway...

Disney begins the delicate process of inching away from noted Jew-hater Mel Gibson, with ABC cancelling his upcoming miniseries about the Holocaust. I hope that was a no-brainer, ABC.

Next on Disney's formidable chopping block may be Gibson's latest passion project, Apocalypto, the Mayan-language tour-de-force that is, perhaps, a thinly veiled vehicle for Gibson's long-held hatred of Spaniards (who, you gotta admit, have been responsible for their damn fair share of "all the wars in the world"). It's hard to be sure, though, because, you know, the movie's in fucking Mayan.

The trailers boast a release date of Summer 2006, but the latest data from Touchstone has the film slated for early December. Anyone know when the shift occurred?

Update: Never mind, Disney says they are going to move forward with the Mayan-language release of Apocalypto in December. The English-language release will follow never. And 73% of the country is so totally psyched for it!

Wasn't There Someone Else in Lethal Weapon?


Yup! His name is Danny Glover (ring a bell?), and the most inflammatory thing he did this weekend was help Puerto Rican hotel workers unionize in hopes of seeing better pay and benefits. "The union's fight is to construct a world in which we want to live," Glover said at a press conference on Sunday, before tossing back a few cold ones and referring to the reporter from Reuters as "sugar tits." Oh, wait, except that last part totally didn't happen. Thank you, Danny Glover.

Well This is Nice



We forget that people outside of the blue states go to see movies too. You'll be pleased to know that Americans are marginally more sensitive to CNN's out-of-context racial epithets; still, on average, they appreciate your input, but their hate speech is fine just the way it is, ma'am: