No matter the circumstances, it’s hard not to feel at least a little blue when one is exiting a relationship or a two-bedroom condo with 360-degree views. Romance and real estate are, after all, the gravitational forces around which so many of our lives revolve.
But heartache is a sensation that Justin Long, the man most famous for dating famous women—most notably Drew Barrymore and most recently Amanda Seyfried—ought to be familiar with by now. After five years of what we have to assume was a mostly happy relationship, Mr. Long, the perennial guy-next-door, has sold his Lower East Side condo at 103 Norfolk Street, otherwise known as Blue.
Arrow Productions Ltd., the company behind the 1972 cult porn hit Deep Throat, took the producers of the biopic Lovelace, starring Amanda Seyfried, behind the shed of the U.S. District Court in Manhattan yesterday in an attempt to force it to swallow a $10 million copyright infringement lawsuit.
Lovelace may be a movie about a porn star, but it’s not pornographic. At least, not sexually. If not for the frequent toplessness of the movie’s star, Amanda Seyfried, you could easily mistake Lovelace at first for one of those Behind the Music dramas, which take a cult celebrity figure, show her origin story in boring nowheresville, her meteoric rise after being “discovered,” and the ensuing decadence, booze, drugs and domestic violence that serves as a cautionary tale for any Icarus who flies too close to the public’s sun. Think Boogie Nights. Or Dreamgirls.
Tuesday night on the rooftop of Refinery, Cinema Society, co-sponsoring the premiere of Lovelace with MCM and Grey Goose, played host to the movie’s stars and their A-list friends. Hopefully this won’t come off as offensive, but feminist scholar and anti-pornography activist Catharine MacKinnon, sitting Indian-style with her shoes off in a cut-out gothic gown, exuded more sex appeal than the rest of the partygoers combined. That’s not knocking the revelers, who included James Marsden, Zosia Mamet, Carrie Preston (who graciously received congrats on her Emmy nod for The Good Wife) and a rebounded Zachary Quinto.
Lovelace cast members Amanda Seyfried, Peter Sarsgaard, Brian Gattas and Chris Noth found themselves in a tight squeeze in the VIP section, trying to make room for other A-listers like Justin Long, Debbie Bancroft, Sharon Stone, Gloria Steinem, Lovelace writer Andy Bellin, Nannette Lepore and a spirited Zac Posen, who told The Observer that he used to be Lena Dunham‘s babysitter. (Must be the Saint Ann’s connection.)
Despite early leaks and the PR-mandated Internet scrub yesterday, it looks like we’ll be able to to watch the trailer of the Sundance hit Lovelace in time for the 4th of July.
Written by Andy Bellin, directed by Rob Epstein and Jeffrey Friedman, and with an all-star cast including Amanda Seyfried, Peter Sarsgaard, Hank Azaria, Chloe Sevigny, Adam Brody, Chris Noth, Sharon Stone, Juno Temple and yes–James Franco as Hugh Hefner–the story of Linda Lovelace, (aka Linda Susan Boreman) has already become a festival darling–it premiered at Sundance this year–and if this trailer is any indication, it will be a hit with mainstream audiences as well.
Nobody really wants to see your home movies but you. Struggling actor-writer-producer-director Mark Webber would be wise to keep that in mind after the tepid reaction to his sincere but inconsequential The End of Love.
The movie stars Mr. Webber, who calls himself by his own first name, and his 2-year-old son Isaac Love, who Read More
Fifty Shades of Grey
Eccles Center in Park City, Utah—known to Sundance veterans as “The Big House”—is so massive that my first thought was that the Rolling Stones would have had a tough time selling this joint out at 10 p.m. on a Tuesday night in the middle of a frigid January.
The night in question was last Tuesday, Read More
Did you think the Fifty Shades of Grey phenomena would just fade away now that Girls is back on? Sorry, no, your mother would rather read about Christian Grey and imagine herself as Anastasia Steele than think about the awkward sex you might be having with a bisexual right now. (Even though, hey, remember when Bret Easton Ellis floated Lena Dunham’s name as a possible candidate for the heroine in his adaptation of the book, which will now never see the light of day?)
Now a new theatrical parody, Doubleday’s hardcover printing of the E.L. James trilogy and casting speculation on the upcoming film, 2013 looks like it just might be another great day for vanilla BDSM sex!
Amanda Seyfried is not well. So much potential and Star-of-Tomorrow hype has failed to pay off. Her career looks anemic. Her screen presence has turned her pallid—and me, too. It’s hard to believe, but she walked out of her leading role as the most sensible Mormon in the hit HBO series Big Love after 45 episodes to play Meryl Streep’s gooey daughter in the nauseating Mama Mia and then fall in love with a werewolf in the idiotic Red Riding Hood. Now she gets star billing in a latent snooze called Gone, which will be exactly that before you can even find out where it’s playing. Beware of movies that are not screened in advance for the critics. The reasons are usually manifest. Now that I’ve seen Gone, I know why.
Gifted and sincere as she always is, there’s not much Ms. Seyfried can do with this tripe.
Our pals over at Curbed picked up on our news that Sarah Jessica Parker had found a new home on East 10th Street, and they made an interesting connection we had missed:
Is this quiet Central Village block becoming Hollywood East? Amanda Seyfried just moved in a few doors down.
It’s true, Read More