‘Tis a noble effort, Alec Baldwin, to dedicate your time to the responsibilities of being on the board of the Brooke Jackman Foundation, a non-profit that promotes literacy for at-risk children in NYC. Sometimes the best kind of giving back doesn’t involve donating money or showing up to a charity gala, but creatively finding a way to donate your abilities towards a common good.
So when the Foundation asked you, Alec Baldwin, a man respected by children everywhere, for suggested summer reading material, we’re sure that you put the utmost care and consideration into your two choices. That’s why we encourage all kids–actual kids and those just young at heart–to download Little House on the Prairie and Walter the Farting Dog on Kindle today.
Of Love and Real Estate
Newlywed Alec Baldwin has gifted the New York Philharmonic a cool $1 million to honor Zarin Mehta, the orchestra’s departing president and executive director. Mr. Mehta, whom musical director Alan Gilbert has credited with supporting cutting edge programming choices like last week’s concerts at the Park Avenue Armory, will leave in August 2012 when his contract expires.
The money is proceeds from Mr. Baldwin’s Capital One Bank commercials, and part of ongoing donations from money he’s earned from those ads to his favorite cultural institutions. This has also involved synergy with Capital One Bank itself making donations, as described in a Wall Street Journal news item last year about the actor’s philanthropic activities.
Alec Baldwin and and Hilaria Thomas, his yoga instructor bride-to-be, have kept us riveted with their constantly shifting wedding plans (eloping after Cannes! No, a big Hollywood-style wedding in New York on June 30!), but now we finally have proof of their dedication to and love for one another: a real estate deal.
Summer should be a time of fun in the sun, but several big time New Yorkers will be cultivating a paler pallor as they spend their beach months sitting in the courtroom. Ex-supermodel Christie Brinkley and architect Peter Cook have spent so much time duking it out in front of judges and in the pages of The New York Post that the former Hamptons It couple have been ordered not to speak to each other … ever again.
You’ve already heard about Alec Baldwin’s really crummy couple of days, which were kicked off on Tuesday when he allegedly snatched a camera (and possibly punched) New York Daily News photographer Marcus Santos. Really? You haven’t? That’s weird, because the Daily News is all over this, putting the picture of an enraged Jack Donaghy on the cover of yesterday’s paper and keeping this story fresh in the headlines.
Now, this would have just been another Words with Friends mini-drama–something to be joshed about in good nature at some later date–which in PR terms is called “getting in front” of a negative media story. Unfortunately, Mr. Baldwin decided to get on top of his problem: running over several reporters on his bike, dropping his pants on Letterman, hitting Bill Clinton while riding on the sidewalk, and airing his political conspiracy theories on Charlie Rose. Looks like someone is trying to get Bret Easton Ellis to notice them!
Remember how Alec Baldwin was supposed to elope with yoga instructor fiancee Hilaria Thomas after the Cannes Film Festival? Whatever happened with that?
Well, the date may finally be set on the New York ceremony, and according to new gossip, it sounds less like an elopement and more like a full-blown Hollywood wedding. Oh, that wily Alec.
As rock musicals go, Rock of Ages can’t go fast enough. This sloppy freak show is two minutes shy of two solid hours of screaming swill, without a shred of freshness, insight, cleverness or coherence to be detected within a two-mile radius. It’s based on a noisy Broadway jukebox joke that was never much to write home about in the first place, but it still had a soupçon of humor and banal charm, both of which are bewilderingly missing on the screen. The fact that the show is still running testifies to the confounding disregard for taste and intelligence rampant among today’s mass-market audiences. I haven’t seen a movie this bad since Battlefield Earth and Howard the Duck.
Monday evening, Woody Allen announced the cast of his yet-to-be-titled film, set in San Francisco and New York. (This is different from his upcoming summer feature with Jesse Eisenberg, To Rome With Love, which is set in Rome.)
The cast is…eclectic, to say the least. To say the most would be calling it the work of either an insane genius or just a regular insane person. Let’s take a look, shall we?
It’s finally time to break out the fans, air conditioning window units and anything else that helps cool off sweltering New Yorkers. Memorial Day weekend brought some wonderful weather, though not as nice as the view coming in from Cannes.
We might have guessed that eventually, Alec Baldwin and Harvey Weinstein–two of show business’s hottest heads–would end up clashing, and indeed, Mr. Baldwin called Mr. Weinstein a “douchebag” this week. It all went down at Cannes, the annual event at which Michael Haneke films coexist sweatily with the continued existence of Paris Hilton; Read More