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Quotables: Mel Gibson Story Time With Winona Ryder!

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“I remember, like, fifteen years ago, I was at one of those big Hollywood parties. And he [Mel Gibson] was really drunk. I was with my friend, who’s gay. He made a really horrible gay joke. And somehow it came up that I was Jewish. He said something about ‘oven dodgers,’ but I didn’t get it. I’d never heard that before. It was just this weird, weird moment. I was like, ‘He’s anti-Semitic and he’s homophobic.’ No one believed me!”

- Winona Ryder, telling GQ all about it.

I know that this man has said some horrible things, but for some reason, the image of Mel Gibson calling Little Women era Winona an “oven dodger” just stabs straight into my heart like an icicle.  I specify the icicle because I used to think icicles were so neat and pretty, much like Mel Gibson in The Patriot, but now they’re just nuisances and little implements of death.

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Know Who I Love? Winona Ryder. Really.

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And I desperately wish that she’d get back up on the horse and start doing blockbusting movies yet again. Because though I really enjoyed her in Mr. Deeds (oh yes I did – don’t try to pretend that you didn’t just love that movie), I’d really like some Beetlejuice, or Girl, Interrupted, or hell, even The Crucible-type stuff. Ryder made that shit watchable.

But I guess, you know, when you’re busted for shoplifting a little bit at a NYC department store and claim that it’s all because of a pesky Xanax-eating problem, you sort fall from grace a bit. But you know what, I forgave Winona, like, ages ago for that BS. Shit happens, you know? I can totally understand. And I moved past it. However, not as many movie producers people are as graceful or forgiving as I am, and they just won’t let her live the now-infamous incident down.  Thankfully, though, Elle sort of grills her about everything else aside from The Incident, though you have to know that the topic just danced around the entire time, lurking in the interview room like the remnants of a Thanksgiving dinner fart.

On the way girlfriend was raised:

Her upbringing undoubtedly shaped her: Her parents, stalwarts of the San Francisco counterculture, hung with Allen Ginsberg and John Lennon. Ryder’s father, Michael Horowitz, is a rare-books dealer and Timothy Leary’s archivist. “My dad just gave me [Leary’s] watch for my birthday,” she says. “It’s called the Borel Kaleidoscope; it’s, like, this interesting kind of watch that when you look at it, you can stare at it forever—it moves in this weird way.”

On her choices in literature:

She’s a voracious reader (both Mom and Dad are writers) and begins a lot of her sentences with “Have you ever read that book?” As an avid collector of first editions, she’s a big believer in “paper and pen” and writing letters, and has yet to use the iPad Ron Howard recently gave her after wrapping this month’s date movie The Dilemma.

On trying to date with a celebrity status:

“I remember being at this bar called Tosca in San Francisco, and I met this guy one night. He was really cute, and we were talking, and then, like, he just said something about how he had always had a crush on me. And I was suddenly mistrustful about why he was talking to me. I wanted to be just a normal girl flirting with a normal guy. It’s like you meet people, and they know this stuff about you. It’s why you want to meet somebody who’s in the same business, only because they understand more. But you don’t necessarily want to be with another actor.”

On having a family of her own:

Ryder says she’s not seeing anyone seriously now but has thought about what course her career might take when she, “knock on wood,” has kids. “I would at least take a couple of years off.” Just don’t expect her to disappear altogether.

You bet your ass I won’t.

What were your favorite Winona flicks? My personal favorites? Great Balls of Fire and Welcome Home, Roxy Carmichael. I’m serious – if you haven’t seen either of these films, go. Now. Netflix. Everyone’s got Netflix these days, don’t they (I don’t – I just cancelled mine. It so wasn’t worth it.)?

Quotables: Angelina Jolie Didn’t Want to Be Friends With Winona Ryder

“I remember thinking, ‘Oh we’re going to turn out to be great friends.’ But I think she needed to be able to look at me just as the character Susanna, not as Winona, so in a very respectful way she just kind of kept her distance. I saw her at one of the awards shows but I haven’t really seen her since.”

- Winona Ryder on how she wanted to become friends with Angelina Jolie while on the set of Girl, Interrupted, but didn’t.

They’re Doing A Sequel To Heathers. No, Really.


Dudes, I’m just too tired to fight the establishment any longer.  So I’m just moving straight into acceptance mode.  Another 80′s movie is getting a sequel.  Sigh.

Hollywood has decided that we need to get a follow-up of the 1988 cult classic Heathers and despite all the denials, Wynona Ryder insists that the project is happening.  “Whatever you hear, there is a sequel in the works. I swear to God.  But for some reason the writer Dan Waters and director Michael Lehman don’t want to talk about it. I’ve been wanting to do a sequel forever. There is a story, and Christian [Slater] has agreed to come back as a kind of Obi-Wan character.”

So there you have it, a Heathers continuation confirmation straight from the pill-popping, scarf-pilfering, jewelry-losing, I’ve Exhausted All Hyphenates, whack job, Winona.

Oh You Wanted That Jewelry Back?

I guess the big story is that $125,000 in jewelry, lent to Winona Ryder for a Marie-Claire photo shoot, has gone missing.  The first version of this disaster was that Ryder reported the bracelet and ring missing after she gave them to a hotel employee to put in the safe.  Of course there were no surveillance tapes of that exchange happening and the story has now changed.  New reports are surfacing stating that she left jewelry and clothes from the shoot in her hotel room when she checked out because no one from Marie-Claire came by to collect them.  Seriously, just left the stuff in the room.  Like, where is her responsibility in this?  The dress and shoes weren’t stolen from the hotel room.  Just the diamonds natch.

And I’m over here in the corner thinking “Who the FUCK thought it was a good idea to loan over 100k in jewelry to Winona Ryder?  Do we actually forget her chewing inventory sensors off of satin hair bows in Barneys dressing room?  I wouldn’t loan this chick a Bic.”  Now listen, I have no idea if she stole the gems or not.  I’m merely suggesting that a felon with a propensity for prescription drugs may not be the one you leave unattended with Bulgari diamonds.

And yes, the bracelet in the picture is the AWOL bracelet.

Winona Ryder Overdosed on Xanax on a Plane Flight

So, a plane from LAX to Heathrow ordered a priority landing yesterday after Winona Ryder collapsed on it twice. I didn’t cover it on here, because Winona Ryder manages to simultaneously bore and annoy me, but now it’s kind of amusing because it turns out homegirl overdosed on anti-anxiety meds, Xanax specifically.

One passenger said: “She turned a deathly shade of pale. It was scary.”

Okay, look, as someone who has a loooong history of an intense fear of flying, I have to tell you that it’s damn hard to get so fucked up on anxiety meds that they request priority landing. I have personally combined a shitload of Xanax and Seroquel and Clonopin with a shitload of liquor many many many times and only once did they threaten to turn the plane around, and that was in Japan so it doesn’t even really count. I managed to talk them out of it. Winona must have taken WAY WAY WAY too much shit. She’s such a trainwreck.

Winona Ryder Opens Up About that Whole Shoplifting Thing


Winona spoke recently for the first time about her reaction to her December 2001 shoplifting arrest, making the valid point that, in December 2001, it’s not exactly what the nation needed to be focused on.

“I didn’t have this tremendous sense of guilt, because I hadn’t hurt anyone,” Ryder tells Vogue magazine for its August cover story. “Had I physically harmed someone or caused harm to a human being, I think it would have been an entirely different experience.”

Her personal reaction, she says, was “I never said a word. I didn’t release a statement. I didn’t do anything. I just waited for it to be over.”

Still, she says, “The attention was what was embarrassing.” She also expresses dismay that one day the news of her arrest topped stories on the supposed capture of Osama bin Laden.

She also kinda-sorta talks about her kinda-sorta drug problem.

“Two months prior to that, I broke my arm in two places, and the doctor, a sort of quack doctor, was giving me a lot of stuff and I was taking it at first to get through the pain. And then there was this weird point when you don’t know if you are in pain but you’re taking it.”

She said painkillers of the type she was on – such as Oxycodone, which should not be confused with OxyContin – left her in a state of “confusion,” but that her arrest “in a very weird way, was a blessing, because I couldn’t do that [painkillers] anymore.”