“It was worse than any film school project,” he says in a YouTube vid about his latest movie, Midgets vs. Mascots, which premieres April 25 at the Tribeca Film Festival. “I shouldn’t be in this movie in the first place, but the mortgage keeps coming.”
Here’s the best part: The video is a part of the YouTube channel for the movie’s publicity. So, ya know, not only did somebody make a movie about “a porn-mogul dwarf who stages a $1 million competition with asinine events,” now they’re trying to make Gary Coleman’s sad, sad life go viral to support it. CLASSY, kids.
April 6, 2009 at 12:07 pm by Evil Beet
Viggo Mortensen is leaving the business. Probably. Maybe. Possibly. Is this just the newest, “I was abused as a child,” career-boosting tactic? All I have to say is this: If Viggo starts writing backwards text on his knuckles, I. Give. Up.
In the past week I’ve been from LA to Japan to Korea to Poland to here,” he hisses, describing in near disbelief the travel itinerary for his current promotional tour. “It’s ridiculous! It’s not a healthy way to be. But, as it happens, I’m taking measures to change that.” Which are? “No more movies. I haven’t said yes to one in over a year. I’ve been in all these well-received movies and it seems like I should be doing some more, but there’s other things I want to do. It’s not the right time.”
But when will you come back to film-making? When will you know it’s the right time? Long, long, pause. A sigh. “I really don’t know.”
Mortensen has spoken about leaving movies before. “If it all dries up now, I’ve had a good run” is a favourite refrain. But here, in the quiet ground-floor antechamber of a London hotel, he seems more convinced, and convincing, than ever.
It is far too harsh and cruel a world to not have Viggo in it, in a consistent and visible way. Reconsider, Aragorn.
April 6, 2009 at 9:20 am by Wendie
I don’t know if this is just some sort of publicity stunt but Tila Tequila and The Smashing Pumpkin’s Billy Corgan showed up on the 2nd Annual Bravo A-list awards red carpet, looking totally into one another. So weird, it almost works.
Also, Kendra Wilkinson showed up looking like a Howard Johnson franchise, Tori Spelling needs a Happy Meal intervention-like, yesterday, Rachel Zoe is Jesus Christ, Kathy Griffin tried out a new lifestyle with Aubrey O’Day and Sanjaia Sanjaya was there despite the fact that the photo agencies didn’t care enough to even spell his name correctly.
April 6, 2009 at 9:12 am by Wendie
Chris Brown’s arraignment has been bumped from this morning until this afternoon. I’m really happy about this development as I won’t be around when we all learn that Brown’s attorneys have cut a deal with the prosecutor that basically equates to a misdemeanor with no jail time for beating the hell out of his girlfriend, Rihanna. Be assured, no matter what, I will continue to get as much mileage as possible out of this picture.
Want to know how confident I’m feeling about this plea deal? This is what I’m willing to do: If this case ends up being sent to trial, I will write one, positive and complimentary, two hundred words or more, piece on Mischa Barton, tomorrow.
Stay tuned. And Christ, I hope this goes the way I suspect.
April 6, 2009 at 7:59 am by Wendie
Here’s a picture of Serena Williams and her friends catching some rays, or really hiding from rays, this weekend in Miami. Her legs are like mighty sequoias. No kidding, total muscle. And speaking of being crafted of wood, doesn’t her hand look like it belongs to a mannequin?
But Serena isn’t really the bitch I want to talk about. I want to talk about the little white fur ball perched at the end of her chaise lounge. Uh, what breed of dog is that? Because I need one. I’m not a people dog person at all, which is a little ironic since I work for the biggest dog lover of all time. But I’m in worship with this one. He/she has melted the ice chambers of my heart. I’m seriously willing to trade in all one of my kids to get one.
April 6, 2009 at 6:47 am by Wendie
This is working out really well, isn’t it, Linds? The drinking, the drugging? It’s all going so awesome. That’s why you look so happy.
As Kelly reported this weekend, Lindsay was turned away from a party where Samantha was DJ’ing this weekend. Samantha was reportedly having a blast inside, while Lindsay was screaming and shouting at the door because she wasn’t allowed inside, per Sam’s orders. The two are splitsville, according to their friends, at least for now.
Lindsay got kicked out of Sam’s house, of course, so now she’s staying at the Chateau Marmont, where she usually holes her ass up to do cocaine for weeks on end when shit gets bad. Because when you’re rich and famous and have nothing else you need to do, that’s a totally reasonable reaction to a bad day. Aren’t you glad you’re not rich and famous?
Mama Lohan and Aliana are hangin’ there with her, probably because she doesn’t feel like meeting her dealer in the lobby every twelve hours, so she sends them instead. TRUST.
How many days until Lindsay’s back in rehab??? It’s a when, not an if at this point.