Harry Brant strikes a pose for the cameras at Emporio Armani's flagship store opening.

Despite that Harry Brant has barely cleared puberty, the social-buzzing, babygay spawn of model Stephanie Seymour and billionaire media/art/real estate tycoon Peter Brant, has a busy schedule that rivals those of Paris Hilton and Olivier Zahm. This past Friday at Emporio Armani’s 601 Madison Avenue boutique opening, we approached the 16-year-old high school sophomore to find why is he out socializing with Roberta Armani, Luigi Tadini, Ms. Hilton, Ricky Martin, Ryan Lochte, artist Rashaad Newsome, Anna dello Russo and Kate Lanphear, when he should probably be cracking those Algebra books.

“What have you been up to today?” we asked.

“I went to Rag & Bone. I liked it,” replied Mr. Brant, smiling profoundly.

“What are you doing at Armani?”

“I’m here for the clothes!”

“Are you going to be at any of the parties later? John Varvatos? Jason Wu?” The Observer prodded.

“Um tomorrow is Carine [Roitfeld]’s party,” he replied.

“So have you started school?” we questioned, suggesting he should be at home studying.

“Yes, today I went to Rag & Bone and then I went on a field trip to the aquarium with my school.”

“How do you balance your social schedule with school?” we asked.

“I mean, I’m pretty much like a modern-day Hannah Montana!” Mr. Brant said.

Does that mean Mr. Brant is living a double life? Is he secretly a world famous pop star? And since when did being a spoiled billionaire socialite boy constitute as a “normal teenage girl?”

Before he could clarify, a chaotic pack led by Cory Kennedy and Ms. Hilton stumbled drunkenly into the fiesta.

The Observer quickly grabbed a few glasses of water and offered them to Ms. Kennedy and her coterie, who more than needed it. Then we were off to rowdier pastures.

ANYWAY! THIS WEEK brings us the reteaming of Matthew McConaughey and Kate Hudson in Fool’s Gold (remember them back in How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days?). This movie has the genetically gifted pair (named “Tess” and “Finn,” which, alas, made us think there might be a chance this film would have some literary aspirations) as a couple on the verge of divorce but thrown back together in search of a legendary treasure lost at sea in 1715. (Watch out for the giant squid!) This movie reminded us strongly of a time in our formative years (yes, the 80’s) when there was a genre of film that was some mad caper featuring slightly dizzy but ultimately spunky heroines. Like, Outrageous Fortune and Ruthless People, movies that made stars like Bette Midler, Shelley Long, or—yes!—Goldie Hawn shine. Strangely, Fool’s Gold reversed the premise a bit, as it’s Matthew McConaughey who is cast as the dizzy, easy-on-the-eyes screen candy (seriously, the man is topless, flashing his muscled man-boobies, practically the entire picture). But aside from that flip, Fool’s Gold felt like a retread of all those movies from yester-decade but … not nearly as good. Could that be because we’re no longer 12? Perhaps. Mr. McConaughey and Ms. Hudson are certainly charming enough to do a lot better—though maybe it was the gorgeous location, more than the script, that convinced them to sign on?—and Donald Sutherland manages to bring (as always) a nice bit of gravitas. We were sort of sad to see Malcolm Jamal Warner, a.k.a. Theo from The Cosby Show, turn up in a small part with an unidentifiable island accent. Bring back Shelley Long!

Fool’s Gold opens Friday at Clearview Chelsea Cinemas, City Cinemas Third Avenue and Regal Battery Park.

AND THEN THERE’S Welcome Home Roscoe Jenkins, which also covers some of the well-worn ground of films like Home for the Holidays or The Family Stone. However, this film is a bit more successful in putting its own spin on that eternal truth: No matter how far you go, or how successful you become, you’ll always be that kid you used to be when you go home. Martin Lawrence stars as a slickster L.A. talk-show host who takes his new fiancée home to reunite with his family somewhere down in the Deep South. The supporting cast of characters—Mike Epps, Michael Clarke Duncan and Cedric the Entertainer—are ultimately given more to do than Mr. Lawrence, but he plays the straight man with aplomb. Joy Bryant puts her ridiculous prettiness to good use as a former Survivor winner who seems to be suffering from post-traumatic stress as she sees alliances against her everywhere.

Welcome Home Roscoe Jenkins opens Friday at Regal E-Walk and Regal Battery Park.