George Clooney. Gwyneth Paltrow. Justin Timberlake. Jay Z. Considering the number of celebrities that inhabit Tribeca today, you’d never know that, a century ago, the neighborhood was nothing more than a cotton and textile manufacturing district. Read More
The Eight-Day Week
Here’s the thing that people don’t understand about red carpet events: They imagine this glamorous lifestyle where Will Smith or the members of N’Sync will come and chit-chat with you about what they’re wearing or how excited they are to be there, and you’ll all laugh like you’re old friends while someone films the entire thing. (So that is why you should get super dressed up, ladies!)
The reality, most of the time, is a lot more like manual labor camps. You and hundreds of other people are assigned a place based on numerical order and how important the staff deems you to be. For example, print media is just before online websites, but after the radio and everyone else. (Sorry, really disillusioned lady from Elle.com!) You are sent to mingle in a holding pen, crammed in with hundreds of other hungry, crazy-eyed journos and magazine freelancers, some of whom will take up inordinate amounts of space with their equipment and some of whom will be openly agitated and/or weeping. When someone sneezes inside these close quarters, you think, this is how epidemics are started.”
You are not allowed to leave your little cattle pen, until someone with a clipboard and eight burly bodyguards starts barking out numbers, of which you are one, because that is all you are to them—a number. You scramble to get up and enter the arena, where you are escorted past the salivating fans straight out of The Hunger Games and marched all the way to some previously unknown area of the perimeter, right next to the dumpsters. There is a gate separating you from the red carpet. You cannot cross that gate; that is verboten. But if you’re lucky, like at last night’s MTV Video Music Awards (VMAs) there will be a little place card on the floor with your publication on it, making it harder for poachers to snatch your spot.
Then you wait for two hours while deafening screams reach your little annex in Siberia. What is going on? No one can say. The fans have a better view than you do.
Saturday Night Live
Jay-Z’s new record, Magna Carta … Holy Grail is getting more positive buzz and radio play than his pal Kanye West’s Yeezus. Well, Jay sings about his love for designer Tom Ford, while Kanye’s raps include tracks called “Black Skinhead” and “I Am a God,” a sentiment he likes to declare repeatedly. Heartthrob Justin Timberlake’s Read More
We knew this weekend’s Saturday Night Live would be good–Justin Timberlake being to the variety show what fruit and sprinkles are to plain frozen yogurt … just something that you know will make the whole supposed treat actually delicious–but did we know it was going to be history-making? Probably not. From Lorne Michaels lifting the Chevy Chase ban to the Jay-Z duet, the return of Stefon, Andy Samberg AND the classic Festrunk brothers, Mr. Timberlake proved once again he’s the consummate entertainer: a song-and-dance man who also can also land a punchline.
Which is more than we can say for the majority of guest hosts this year. Below, the five best moments from this weekend’s show, along with our favorites.
In last month’s New York Times story on the Coen brothers’ first film since True Grit, Joel Coen said that Inside Llewyn Davis–their movie about a folk singer in the ’60s (Oscar Isaaac, Drive)–shares something with the Broadway-cum-cinematic hit Les Misérables. Sure, there will be singing (No “I Dreamed a Dream,” though, fortunately), a love triangle and even a cretinous villain, but what does New York’s burgeoning folk-rock scene have in common with the French Student Rebellion?
Big Apple Idolatry
We know you’ve seen the video of Mouseketeers Ryan Gosling, Justin Timberlake, and JC Chasez singing “Cry For You” on The Mickey Mouse Club, back before their relative successes (and in one case, slide back to anonymity). But have you seen the video of just Gosling and Timberlake harassing the all-female R&B group Xscape? Do you want to? Are you sure?
Big Apple Idolatry
- Debbie Harry made a pretty cryptic comment on the elections, saying “I am thinking we have been invaded by aliens who have reduced the intelligence level of the entire fucking country to cement.” Did she mean little green men or illegal immigrants from Mexico? And aren’t aliens usually portrayed as being light years smarter than the average Joe the Plumber? They figured out space travel, how stupid can they be?
Big Apple Idolatry
– How’s this for a wedding present: Justin Timberlake’s buddy, real estate agent Justin Huchel, filmed a bunch of homeless people wishing the best for the actor/singer and his new bride, Jessica Biel. See, it’s funny because what could the homeless possibly offer Hollywood royalty except wishes? Not everyone thinks this joke is in good taste, but then they probably haven’t seen Biel’s wedding dress. (Video after the jump.)
- Katy Perry doesn’t want to be just another conquest to John Mayer. Hey lady, now you know how he felt dating Taylor Swift.
Onetime pop star Justin Timberlake–whose most recent album, FutureSex/LoveSounds, is nearing its sixth anniversary–is to make music once more after an extended period during which he focused on movie acting. The music he is making, though, is a score for the just-announced film The Devil in the Deep Blue Sea, which is to Read More