Archive for March, 2006

Leave it to beaver

200603142225 A series of flops from Diabolique to Gloria long ago proved that Sharon Stone can’t open a movie. But the folks behind Basic Instinct 2 hope her vagina still can.

The long-delayed sequel to Stone’s lone box office hit was reportedly only made because producers - facing a lawsuit from Stone when the project looked like it wouldn’t happen - decided it would be cheaper and easier just to make the damn movie.

BI2’s entire marketing campaign does what all the best sequel marketing campaigns do: It takes the thing people remember best about the original, and makes it clear that every frame of the sequel revolves around it. In this case, that thing is Sharon’s lady parts.

Take this interview, in which Sharon insists that the sequel’s increased nudity was all her idea. Or this widely circulated, totally porny promo reel. All this from the woman who still maintains that Paul Verhoeven “tricked” her into doing the original’s notorious vag-flash.

Rumor has it that if Basic Instinct 2 is a hit, Sharon’s vagina will start commanding $20 million a picture, putting it in a similar salary range as Julia Roberts and Reese Witherspoon.

And they say there are no good women’s parts in the movies.

More sex! More nudity! More kinky! [Telegraph]

Sharon naked in ‘Basic Instinct 2′ promo video [The DarkHat]

Why must you tempt me?

Missdeaf-1Miss Blind Texas heard the whole thing, while Miss Mute Texas wept. Silently.

CNN.com, taking the high road, left the Icon.Wd.Watch.White-1 button off this one. It’s probably better that way.

Miss Deaf Texas struck, killed by train [CNN.com]

$cientologist gives “South Park” the Shaft

200603132345 Chef has served his last Salisbury steak. Isaac Hayes has up and am-scrayed his chocolate salty balls away from South Park, blaming the show’s “inappropriate ridicule of religious communities.”

Okay…now guess which “religious community” Hayes belongs to. Some hints: Most of the people who practice it are either closeted gay celebrities, washed-up sitcom stars, or Anne Archer. All you need in order to belong are tens of thousands of dollars contributed annually, an E-meter, and an ability to tolerate Juliette Lewis. If you guessed Zoroastrianism…you’re wrong.

Yep, Hayes is a Scientologist. Which means he was so offended by the recent, hilarious Tom Cruise “Trapped in the Closet” episode that he actually quit the most notable gig he’s had since he wrote the theme from Shaft. Although, if recent developments are any indication, he’ll probably be rewarded with a bunch of Grammys next year.

Disappointed Hayes leaves ‘South Park’ [Hollywood Reporter]

Keat’n off

 39902783 Picgallery Oscar KeatonI’ve always thought that Diane Keaton, as a person, offers about as much sexual chemistry as a Helen Hunt/Kevin Spacey love scene. In other words: not much. She’s like a modern day Mary Poppins but with a larger sense of entitlement.

Well, according to the New York Daily News, Jack Nicholson agrees. Keaton’s Something’s Gotta Give costar told the paper that she should “invest more in heavy sexual acts” if she wants to win his affection.

I don’t know, Jackie boy. Dressing up like Mister Peanut, as in this photo, is pretty fucking kinky if you ask me. But maybe there are a few things Diane could do to increase her chances at bedding a guy like Jack:

  • Pull down those gloves and show us some elbow
  • Or keep the gloves on and put them to use by doing shadow puppets. In my ass.
  • Stop borrowing Jack’s eyewear.
  • Get Keanu’s IQ tattooed on your ladybusiness
  • Recognize the turn-ons right under your nose
  • Prove to us that seeing your cleavage isn’t more rare than seeing Al Reynolds fucking a female unicorn
  • Three words: World’s Strongest Kegel

Nicholson advises Keaton to get sexy [IOL]

If this is true, how come Tom Cruise hasn’t won yet?

200603111022 I promise this will be my final post about this year’s Oscar race, but damn things have gotten ugly since gays had our very own Crash moment last Sunday night. Now we’re forced to answer the question of what’s worse - an arrogant winner or a sore loser? In other words, who’s acting like the bigger asshole: Paul Haggis or Annie Proulx?

First, Brokeback author Proulx bitches classlessly - and hilariously - about her miserable experience on Oscar night, even going so far as to refer to Crash as Trash, and implying that Crash’s victory had something to do with Paul Haggis’ commitment to ridding the world of body thetans.

That’s right. The new anti-Brokeback conspiracy theory is that the Sci-fi-tologists bought the award.

The Toronto Star, in an interview with Haggis, even asks if the planet Xenu had anything to do with Crash’s success, albeit obliquely:

Haggis says he targeted liberals because “I’m a liberal and I like to target myself. We like to think we’re good people. It’s a kind of hubris — the sin of pride.”

That sounds almost religious. Could the philosophy of the movie have anything to do with his beliefs as a Scientologist?

“That has nothing to do with anything,” says Haggis.

Sure…and Travolta just can’t stop eating pussy. But check out Haggis’ utterly dismissive response to the question of whether Academy voters were reticent about awarding the top prize to a gay love story:

“I have to say I find that view hysterical and absurd,” says Haggis. “I thought Brokeback was a really good movie but, if you decided to vote for it, the best reason would be you thought it was a great movie about two human beings, not because it’s a social statement.

“And if you wanted to see the gay community embraced by Hollywood, well, the fact is that happened a long time ago. I mean, look at the popularity of Will & Grace on television.”

Yeah, and Halle Berry won an Oscar one time. What will all the pop-cultural homophobia apologists do once Will & Grace leaves the air in May?

Blood on the red carpet [The Guardian]

Movie titles needed rewrite, says Haggis [Toronto Star]

Mrs. Henderson’s back probably hurts

73Acad-P0002213The alternate title to this post was “Judi’s Trench,” but I thought that could have been too easily perceived as Judi’s clench, and that’s not what I want at all.

As it turns out, our gal’s 61-year-old bosoms were too voluptuous for the fitting gals at Victoria’s Secret to handle, and had a “difficult” time squeezing into the diamond-encrusted, $15,000 bra that was part of the Oscar schwag bag.

And you can ask the bevy of ladies and queers in the Costume Designers Guild that have had to shoehorn Judi into corsets, wigs, and, uh, parkas in the past – t’ain’t no easy task. You just know she bucks like a bronco with a lasso ’round its torso, and won’t simmer down until her funbags are secured and she’s half way to Whiskeytown.

Incidentally, the one who had a harder time fitting into the freebra was Bruce Vilanch, who simply solved the problem by going bra-less and telling people he was Chastity Bono.

Dame Judi Dench’s Oscar boob [FemaleFirst]

A “View” first: Someone other than Star and Hasselbeck humiliates herself and a guest

200603092142 I was fortunate enough to be home sick yesterday - fortunate, because it allowed me to catch The View, during which the four harpies sank their menopausal teeth into the cast of the new HBO series Big Love: Bill Paxton, Jeanne Tripplehorn, Chloe Sevigny and Ginnifer Goodwin.

All was going well - even Star was keeping her damn mouth shut for the most part - when, after Paxton and Goodwin spoke politely about enduring frequent love scenes on the show, Joy Behar turned to Sevigny and shrieked: “But the oral sex that you did in The Brown Bunny! How ’bout that?!”

Nervous laughter ensued on all parts. “Very brave!” interrupted Tripplehorn, desperate to break the ice. Sevigny adopted a “you gotta be fucking kidding me with this bitch” grin. “I gotta defend this lady’s honor!” exclaimed Paxton, and it seemed he meant it. Joy failed to rescue the segment. Sevigny pouted until the commercial break. Paxton, apparently, threw a fit backstage.

To those who say that if Sevigny performs an unsimulated blowjob on film, she better be prepared to answer questions about it: Uh, she has been. For almost three years. Let’s move on. If she knew that the career payoff for deep-throating Gallo would be recounting the experience for a bunch of hard-up hausfraus on a daytime talk show, I’m sure she wouldn’t have bothered. Or, at least, she wouldn’t have swallowed.

In case you missed it: Joy Behar asks Chloe Sevigny about ‘The Brown Bunny’ [Best Week Ever Blogs]

Sizzler: Bill Paxton and Chloe Sevigny angered by ‘Bunny’ question [Best Week Ever Blogs]

The lie that Bynes

200603092020 Sometimes the mall tour just isn’t enough: Amanda Bynes - the teen star for girls with astigmatism and overbites - is in a PR love match with generi-model Channing Tatum, just in time for the release of their film She’s the Man. The movie is billed as a 10 Things I Hate About You-style modern attempt to make Shakespeare - in this case, Twelfth Night - accessible to gum-snapping mall twats, but it’s really just an unlicensed remake of the ’80s classic Just One of the Guys.

Bonus points: David Cross plays the high school principal. And Bynes, in drag, looks like a chubby, adolescent Jake Gyllenhaal. (Out of drag, she looks like Linda Blair during her ’80s women’s prison movie phase.)

Bynes and Tatum together [JustJared]

“Project Runway” prediction as SAT analogy

200603081536Santino:Crash::Daniel:Brokeback Mountain

You know it’s true. The sensitive, graceful, consistent frontrunner will be derailed at the last minute by the hot, flaming mess that inexplicably has gotten a pass from the critics. I guess that makes Chloe Good Night, and Good Luck.

Which means that the only lingering questions are:

1) Since, for the “models, this is also a competition for [them] as well,” who wins that horserace (so to speak)?

2) Will Debra Messing prove to be a slightly more useful celebrity judge than the barely lucid Parker Posey was last year?

3) After the judging, will Michael Kors and Nina Garcia unhinge their jaws and give oral birth to the pus-covered sea hags that dwell beneath their leathery hides?

4) Who gets Tim Gunn’s phone number?

UPDATE: Okay, so I totally underestimated Chloe. Maybe because I was actually rooting for her all season, and wanted to shield myself from disappointment. Clearly, as pretty as Santino’s designs looked on the hangers last week, Chloe’s looked way better on the models. Love her, love her shrugs. Plus you know Ms. Messing was drooling over the numerous opportunities for baby weight concealment offered by Chloe’s collection.

It does, however, kind of suck that the judges spent all season yelling at Santino for being too over-the-top, then dismissed him for being too safe. Kors & Garcia - them bitches is fickle.

What’s wrong with “Vanity Fair” this month

200603081320 It’s noble, I guess, for Teri Hatcher to go public with the story of her childhood sexual abuse at the hands of her uncle-by-marriage. Or rather, I guess it was noble for Hatcher to testify against her abuser in another case - four years ago.

As for tearfully confessing it in this month’s issue of Vanity Fair, which features her in teeny panties and a “Who? Me?” dirty girl expression? Um, not so tasteful. Who knows - since VF had Tom “Let’s have naked girls!” Ford guest edit last month’s issue, maybe this month it was Oprah’s turn.

Elsewhere, Nicollette Sheridan’s publicist frantically arranged for her client to appear in a forthcoming issue of On Our Backs to discuss her lengthy and painful gender reassignment surgery in the early ’80s.

Teri Hatcher reveals claims of childhood sexual abuse at the hands of an uncle [Vanity Fair]