Last night the Cinema Society and Men’s Health presented Brad Pitt‘s latest feature (besides those Chanel ads), a dark shoot-em-up called Killing Them Softly. The after party, held at No. 8, was jammed back full of celebs, though Mr. Pitt, Harvey Weinstein, Jack McBrayer, and Amy Adams remained secluded from the whole ordeal by two large security guards who literally linked arms to stop the crush of people from trying to wiggle their way into the VIP area.
Last night at the Cinema Society’s after party for the premiere of the dark satire Butter, The Observer found Animal Practice‘s Justin Kirk lounging around on one of the black leather couches at Double 7, just one day after his show’s second episode.
Animal Practice has been getting a lot of love, so much so that New York magazine dedicated four whole pages in this week’s issue to its star. Not to Mr. Kirk–who had just finished up the last season of Weeds, on which he stole the show as Nancy Botwin’s free-spirited brother-in-law Andy–but to Crystal, a capuchin monkey who earns $12,000 per episode on the NBC hit.
We just had to ask … did Mr. Kirk feel a tiny bit jealous of all the monkey business?
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
Harvey Weinstein’s Weinstein Company has apparently capitulated to the Motion Picture Association of America, cutting some profanity (though not any scenes in full) in order to obtain the PG-13 rating that will allow for wider viewership. Per the Los Angeles Times, the new version of the film is to roll out Read More
Harvey Weinstein’s Bully, the subject of hue and cry and petition upon its R rating from the MPAA, is to eschew its rating and come out unrated on March 30. Per a Weinstein Company press release regarding the documentary’s release: “Furthering proof that the R rating for some language is inappropriate for a Read More
We love this time of year. Spring is in the air, we get an extra hour of daylight, and people are placing bets in offices across the country on who they think will win in their favorite division brackets.
No, we’re not talking about March Madness. We’re talking about The Hunger Games, the latest YA book-to-screen sensation that had its premiere in New York and L.A. this week. (For the over-18 crowd, we’re still waiting on Harvey Weinstein to buy the rights to E L James’ Fifty Shades of Grey.)
If you don’t want to pay $20 for an IMAX ticket (including the price of the KitKat bar and the Nalgene of merlot that you slipped into the theater), you can watch your own version of The Hunger Games play out down at Zuccotti Park. That’s right: Occupy Wall Street has come out of its winter hibernation to clash with the police once more.
Katy Butler, a high school student in Michigan, has circulated a petition to change the MPAA’s rating of the Weinstein Company’s Bully, a documentary about high-school bullying. “I can’t believe the MPAA is blocking millions of teenagers from seeing a movie that could change–and, in some cases, save–their lives,” writes Ms. Butler, after Read More
Sundance Film Festival
The Weinstein Company, which has had a complicated history with the Motion Picture Association of America in recent years, is threatening to leave the MPAA, a group that lobbies Washington and issues ratings. Harvey Weinstein’s company lost its appeal to knock the rating of forthcoming documentary Bully, about high-school brutality, from R to Read More
Walking down the main drag in Park City, The Observer remembered one thing: This place is tiny. We’re talking NoLita tiny. Nestled between Park City and Deer Valley Ski Resorts, the diminutive town transforms itself once a year, at the crack of Robert Redford’s whip, into the epicenter of the Sundance Film Festival. It’s 10:30 p.m. on the first night (sort of), and this frigid hamlet is slammed.