Whitney Houston was an absolute legend, and one who died long before her time. It was really a shame, and given her diva status, it’s no surprise that people still want to make money off her and also memorialize her… in TV movie form?
Apparently the Houston family is not too happy that Lifetime want to do a Whitney TV movie, because they think she’s bigger than that and deserves the big screen treatment, which I guess I kinda understand. However, if Liz Taylor only gets the Lifetime treatment, then Whitney ain’t getting anything bigger.
Lifetime made the announcement earlier this week … they’re planning on a biopic for 2015, with Angela Bassett making her directorial debut.
According to our sources, the Houston estate is so upset they’re considering a lawsuit to block production. We’re told the family has already expressed displeasure to Lifetime and made it clear they weren’t on board with a TV movie.
Sources close to the Houston family tell us the estate is planning its own movie for the big screen — ala the “This is It’” Michael Jackson flick.
Pat Houston, wouldn’t get specific with us but did say, “Whitney is certainly worthy of more than a television movie. If Whitney were here today, this would not be happening.”
I mean, wait a minute – isn’t Pat the one who put out a book trying to make money off her daughter just months after her death? That kinda discredits any genuine concern she has about Whitney’s legacy, to me.
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Jennifer Aniston will be forever linked to Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, so I hope she and the soon-to-be Mr. Aniston are okay with that. Even Debbie Reynolds brought up the legendary love triangle in an interview she did with The Sun. She likes the Anison/Pitt/Jolie mess to her own legendary love triangle. From The Sun:
I wish I could have been more enlightened at 18 and learned more about men because I could have avoided all the traps.
My first husband ran off with Elizabeth Taylor. A light suddenly dawned. He was away working in New York and staying at the same hotel as Elizabeth. So I phoned her room — not his.
He picked up the phone so I said: “Eddie, do you mind rolling over and telling Elizabeth I want to talk?”
He started denying it, saying: “Don’t be silly.” Then I heard her say in the background: “Who is it, Eddie, darling?”
I stood no chance against her. I was just like Jennifer Aniston with Brad Pitt when he fell in love with Angelina Jolie. If Angelina wants someone, then that is that. Certain women have that power. What chance did I have against Elizabeth, a woman of great womanly experience, when I had no experience at all?
… Men cheat in all sorts of ways that I could never have imagined.
Ouch. I get what she’s saying though. But ouch to her and ouch to bringing Jennifer Aniston into it, even though it’s totally the modern day retelling of the Reynolds/Fisher/Taylor mess. Jolie is sooooooo Taylor in so many ways. Just total movie star glam. Oh and Debbie Reynolds also talks about f-cking:
I wish I had enjoyed more sex. I have only ever slept with my three husbands and one friend — and he was my one and only good lover. I was a virgin when I married my first husband, Eddie Fisher, and I was stupid and innocent. You did not get pregnant, you did not screw anyone, you did not have affairs. I was raised to think that if you behaved badly with men, you went to hell. I realize now it is puritanical and not very adult.
What a bummer to live like that.
(L to R: Eddie Fisher, Elizabeth Taylor, Debbie Reynolds.)
Take Elizabeth Taylor and Michael Jackson up there, then throw in Marlon Brando, and you have the main characters in the best story I’ve ever heard.
Picture it: September 10th, 2001. Michael Jackson has a concert at Madison Square Garden, and, of course, he invites his besties, Liz and Marlon. The three have a grand night, but the next morning, 9/11 happens. They try to get a private jet to take them out of New York, and when that couldn’t happen, they settled for the next best thing: road trip!!!
Liz did the smart road trip move, the move I always pull, and hung out in the backseat while the boys drove. Do you think she waved at other cars and recklessly tried to reach the radio because she was over listening to whatever bullshit Michael wanted to jam? That’s what I do. Anyway, Marlon was the bitch of the road trip, the one who kept wanting to stop at KFC. I’m not even speculating there, Marlon Brando really did love his KFC that much. Vanity Fair said so.
They made it to Ohio before they decided it was all right to stop the grand adventure, and what an adventure it must have been.
This whole magical tale came to light after Vanity Fair interviewed some of Liz’s pals for a little retrospective in next month’s issue. And just in case you have any doubts to the legitimacy of this story, let me just tell you that Corey Feldman backed it up. And, like many other great men, Corey Feldman cannot tell a lie.
Do you guys have any fun road trip stories?