Mayor-elect Bill de Blasio has no sympathy for one of his biggest fans.
Mr. de Blasio today said that actor Alec Baldwin deserved to be fired from his new MSNBC talk show for allegedly using “inappropriate” and “sad” anti-gay slurs–but left the door open for the often hot-headed actor to attend his inauguration.
Alex Baldwin is leaving MSNBC, the New York Post‘s Richard Johnson reports.
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Actor Alec Baldwin, facing backlash over anti-gay remarks recently directed at a photographer, is now an attack line in Idaho politics.
Earlier this morning, the conservative group Club for Growth sent out a press release slamming GOP Congressman Mike Simpson as an “Alec Baldwin Republican” who is “more in touch with the values of Hollywood liberal Alec Baldwin than it is with the people of Idaho.”
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Have you heard? Video is really big right now. The New York Times launched “The New York Times Minute,” a one-minute video news report that will come out three times a day and summarize three stories. Microsoft Corp. is the official launch sponsor. (NYT Press Release)
NYU professor Jay Rosen is joining Glenn Greenwald’s Pierre Omidyar-funded new journalism venture, where the media critic will advise and weigh in on what is temporarily being called NewCo (Jay Rosen’s Press Think)
High times won’t be coming to Bill de Blasio’s New York.
The front-running mayoral candidate refused to back the legalization of marijuana in New York City, despite repeated prodding from actor Alec Baldwin on the debut of his new show on MSNBC last night, which featured an hour-long sit-down with the candidate.
Alec Baldwin has gotten into another physical altercation with a photographer trying to snap his picture, reports TMZ. But this time, at least, nobody is pressing charges.
Mr. Baldwin was out and about with his wife, Hilaria Thomas, when the notoriously volatile 30 Rock actor got into a confrontation with a photographer. Ms. Thomas, who gave birth last Friday, was forced (forced!) to duck into a nearby tea store to avoid the pap.
Shindigger loves almost any opportunity to raise a glass to art, as we did recently at Guild Hall’s 2013 Summer Gala, which honored artist Chuck Close with an exclusive preview of his new exhibition, followed by dinner and dancing at the colossal Bridgehampton estate of Louise and Leonard Riggio, the chairman of Barnes & Noble. Read More
“I’m in the south of France, so I can’t be there this evening,” began a note from Woody Allen that was read aloud before Monday night’s Peggy Siegal Company screening of his latest film, Blue Jasmine, at MoMA. “I only wish I was in New York and couldn’t be there.”
This fits the notoriously press-shy director’s M.O. During last summer’s premiere of To Rome, With Love, Mr. Allen braved the crowds for the red carpet before beating a hasty exit through some shrubbery to avoid the paparazzi, a feat that many of Jasmine’s stars can probably relate to.
“Jesus Christ,” muttered Louis C.K. as a rogue photographer broke ranks and began flashing blindingly bright lights into the corner where he and his former Parks and Recreation co-star Amy Poehler had sequestered themselves before the film. “Can you believe her?”
Ms. Poehler, in a somewhat more jovial mood, continued regaling the comedian with the story of her recent chat with President Barack Obama.
“He said, ‘Sasha and Malia just love you,’” Ms. Poehler informed Mr. C.K.
“Wait, who and who?” the Louie star deadpanned. “Okay, so what did you say?”
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: even on an off day, Woody Allen is better than everyone else on Sunday. But Blue Jasmine is not Woody between triumphs. This is the first-class work of a great talent at the top of his game, cooking on four burners with resolve and focus. This is Woody’s take on A Streetcar Named Desire, with Cate Blanchett combining aspects of her staggering stage performance in the recent Australian tour stopover of the Tennessee Williams classic at the Brooklyn Academy of Music with enough contemporary Diane Keaton neuroses to shed new light on the Freudian forces that drive modern Woody Allen heroines to glamorous self-destruction. Think Blanche DuBois meets Annie Hall. Then go immediately and grab the first available seat to the must-see movie of the summer.