2011 was full of a terrible celebrity solipsism played out on a giant stage. Sure, some of it was entertaining– Alec Baldwin‘s Words with Friends incident, for instance, or the national train wreck of Charlie Sheen (first half of the meltdown only)–but for the most part, our enabling of famous people to act like literally the worst people in the world resulted in only tears, annoyance, and the Kardashian wedding.
Brackets and ennui
Grown men behaving badly are everywhere on film, but a more stomach-turning band of incompetent losers has never been assembled than the scumbags in the stupidly titled I Melt With You. Four obnoxious human brussels sprouts get together annually for a week of debauchery and self-destruction in a rented beach house in California’s majestic Big Sur.
Despite what our neighbors might be screaming about next door, the US Open isn’t the Superbowl.Tennis, for all its excitement, is not our national past time– still baseball, with a tie for second between hoarding and waiting for an early onset diabetes– and it fails to arouse the fierce patriotic pride. At least at the Read More
Red Carpet Real Estate
With all the New York-based celebrities out and about this week to commemorate Fashion Week, the U.S. Open, and the decade anniversary of 9/11 (not necessarily in that order), it was easy to miss Jeremy Piven strolling down the streets of SoHo yesterday afternoon. After all, he was doing his best to remain inconspicuous with his litany of accessories, including a baseball hat, a statuesque female friend to hide behind, and two bodyguards whose idea of not looking like hired muscle involved ironic t-shirts.
Remember earlier in the summer when we told you that Mike Piazza sold his Tribeca condo? It turns out the buyer, who purchased the home through “Judson Payton, LLC,” is none other than Jeremy Piven, The New York Post reports.
The riots in London seem finally to have subsided, but strange things are afoot stateside this week, so much so that we’re starting to wonder if Mercury, which went retrograde Aug. 3, is currently doing to the entire planet what it once did so publicly to Jeremy Piven. (Also, when does the statute of limitations Read More
We saved our best material from Tommy Hilfiger‘s epic afterparty at the Met Opera on Sunday night for the Shindigger column in tomorrow’s paper, which is chock-full of Fashion Week gossip and intrigue. (Check it out!) In the meantime, here’s a little taste of what we said, heard, and witnessed:
–The reports of Kelly Osbourne‘s Read More
If it seems like you had to wait extra long to watch the season premiere of Entourage last night, that’s probably because you did. Not that airing True Blood at 9 p.m. is a bad strategy for HBO, but does anyone really need to wait through the drab boringness of Hung to get to the Read More
Apparently, Jeremy Piven could have avoided the whole sushi debacle if he had only listened to his RocknRolla co-star Ludacris.
You seemed to have an easy rapport with Jeremy Piven. Did you guys know each other before or did that just happen on the set?
No, we had just met, man. Read More
File this under: Where did the time go? With August reaching the halfway mark, there are precious few weekends left in the summer. Sigh! While we’re busy bemoaning our lack of beach time this year, Hollywood is set for one final hurrah; don’t expect a whole lot from here on out. Five movies Read More