Tuesday, November 28, 2006
This is Tuesday - Time To Take out the Trash in Tinseltown!
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If the Pope is daring enough to go into Turkey today, I can certainly and with certainty dare to take on the following turkeys as well...
Lindsay Lohan is behaving ever like the whitetrash attention-seeker these days, as evidenced by the snapshots readily available on today's link.
Check these out and you will concur that they demonstrate quite clearly to what lows a starlet nowadays is ready to stoop in order to garner the media attention all to herself for a little while longer...
In the same damnable vein, Paris Hilton & Britney Spears have teamed up; even if a temporary thing, should Eglantina Zingg be worried here?
Frankly, my not-so-dear, Nicole Richie does not give a damn...
Orlando Bloom -still sounds like a plant to me- has a new ladylove in his life... Why is that treated as more important news than, say, reports of strife and chaos on the Gaza Strip?
By the same token, why do certain celebrity news channels' anchorpersons barely pause to collect their breath and promptly resume grinning from ear to ear when they get to talk about that gossipy Hollywood fluff - this right after reporting on far more serious matters (such as the strife and chaos stuff...)
But I digress, I guess...
George Clooney is the most dashing gentleman alive today. Still is no Cary Grant - but Cary's not alive today, so... Where does the new James Bond rate in all that? The Blond Bond, along with a real-life Russian spy who used to have blond hair himself (that is, up until somebody so cowardly poisoned him and killed him, causing all of his blond hair to fall off his head in the sad, inexorable process...) seem to herald, finally, the Age of Illya dawning upon us...? Illya Kuryakin - the *true* Man From U.N.C.L.E.? Doesn't ring a bell? Click on either this link or this one then and rediscover the original Blond Spy with integrity, dedication and professionalism tattooed on his forehead!
Meanwhile, Robert Vaughn can continue to star in infomercials or something...
But that is another story...
Speaking of execrable Roberts - there's none any more execrable than Robert Wagner! How many years has it been since Natalie left ya, Bob? Hmm? 25 - that's right! It's the Silver Anniversary of the one separation that there's no reconciling from - until the Day of Reckoning, that is, there won't be! How does it feel Bob to have outlived the lovely Natalie Wood by a quarter of a century - when you're half the talent she was, eh, Bob? Feel somewhat vindicated there...? Hmm? Have you shared those feelings with Natasha yet? Or is it just Jill that gets to be thy confidante nowadays? Questions, questions... So many questions that never get straight answers out of you, Bob! Like those raised by Natalie Wood's autopsy which revealed suspicious marks on her body and toxic traces in her system... Did she cry for help on that night of November, Bob? Or did she die in silence - as you implied that she did... The pact of silence between you and Walken-dead is almost as perplexing as Christopher's eyes are... Or that detestable smile of yours, Bob!
I personally know someone who is just like Natasha Gregson-Wagner too...
Both do not know how lucky they are to take after mommy more than they take after daddy... Or step-daddy, as the case may be...
Quotes taken off-the-cuff from Natasha:
Comparing herself to her mother, Natalie Wood (1994), "We have a temper, we flirt, and we both are mischievous."
As long as the mischievous part comes from mother and not from anywhere else where the emphasis might be more acute on the "mischief" part than on the, ah, "vous"?
On the loss of her mother, Natalie Wood: "Her death was probably the most defining part of me. I've spent the rest of my life dealing with it. Her death changed me forever."
And they say there is a "mourning period" - as if it ended after a while... As if grief could be terminated... As if bereavement was finite.
I am glad that somebody in fickle Tinseltown - someone from the new generation too - can empathize and understand things like that...
Jamie Lee Curtis is the true daughter of the last true "old golden Hollywood" couple though - she must be able to empathize with the younger Natasha now, though she had the luxury of keeping her mother far longer than Natasha did... I am still incredulous about the fact that Janet Leigh truly is no more; while Tony Curtis - born in 1925 - is still around... That's just not the way it happened in their Houdini film. Mrs. Houdini is widowed and, as in real life, one presumes that, after the end credits roll, she expects her beloved Harry to "contact her from beyond" as he had promised...
One can hope that now, in actuality, Janet Leigh comes back and haunts Bernard Schwartz some (T.C.'s real name... I always thought it was Eugene, for some reason... Oh well - Eugene, Bernard... It's the same, in Tinseltown logic; both read as "unmarketable"!)
And they thought that the porno industry was the first to come up with such outlandish fake I.D.s for their "thespian workforce"... No, really, the golden age of false monickers coincided with the golden age of Hollywood - where the Hays Code was master eons before any other code came along (...) - a master required out of dire necessity really... For Hollywood was even worse off and far more out of control than it might be now in its very beginning! This was always the land of "anything goes" and if it looks bad right now it is simply another example of "everything old is new again" folks! Theda Bara has her modern echoes in Lindsay Lohan and none of it really matters at all in the end...
So why keep on blogging about it, even?
Enough of this now...!
Link
If the Pope is daring enough to go into Turkey today, I can certainly and with certainty dare to take on the following turkeys as well...
Lindsay Lohan is behaving ever like the whitetrash attention-seeker these days, as evidenced by the snapshots readily available on today's link.
Check these out and you will concur that they demonstrate quite clearly to what lows a starlet nowadays is ready to stoop in order to garner the media attention all to herself for a little while longer...
In the same damnable vein, Paris Hilton & Britney Spears have teamed up; even if a temporary thing, should Eglantina Zingg be worried here?
Frankly, my not-so-dear, Nicole Richie does not give a damn...
Orlando Bloom -still sounds like a plant to me- has a new ladylove in his life... Why is that treated as more important news than, say, reports of strife and chaos on the Gaza Strip?
By the same token, why do certain celebrity news channels' anchorpersons barely pause to collect their breath and promptly resume grinning from ear to ear when they get to talk about that gossipy Hollywood fluff - this right after reporting on far more serious matters (such as the strife and chaos stuff...)
But I digress, I guess...
George Clooney is the most dashing gentleman alive today. Still is no Cary Grant - but Cary's not alive today, so... Where does the new James Bond rate in all that? The Blond Bond, along with a real-life Russian spy who used to have blond hair himself (that is, up until somebody so cowardly poisoned him and killed him, causing all of his blond hair to fall off his head in the sad, inexorable process...) seem to herald, finally, the Age of Illya dawning upon us...? Illya Kuryakin - the *true* Man From U.N.C.L.E.? Doesn't ring a bell? Click on either this link or this one then and rediscover the original Blond Spy with integrity, dedication and professionalism tattooed on his forehead!
Meanwhile, Robert Vaughn can continue to star in infomercials or something...
But that is another story...
Speaking of execrable Roberts - there's none any more execrable than Robert Wagner! How many years has it been since Natalie left ya, Bob? Hmm? 25 - that's right! It's the Silver Anniversary of the one separation that there's no reconciling from - until the Day of Reckoning, that is, there won't be! How does it feel Bob to have outlived the lovely Natalie Wood by a quarter of a century - when you're half the talent she was, eh, Bob? Feel somewhat vindicated there...? Hmm? Have you shared those feelings with Natasha yet? Or is it just Jill that gets to be thy confidante nowadays? Questions, questions... So many questions that never get straight answers out of you, Bob! Like those raised by Natalie Wood's autopsy which revealed suspicious marks on her body and toxic traces in her system... Did she cry for help on that night of November, Bob? Or did she die in silence - as you implied that she did... The pact of silence between you and Walken-dead is almost as perplexing as Christopher's eyes are... Or that detestable smile of yours, Bob!
I personally know someone who is just like Natasha Gregson-Wagner too...
Both do not know how lucky they are to take after mommy more than they take after daddy... Or step-daddy, as the case may be...
Quotes taken off-the-cuff from Natasha:
Comparing herself to her mother, Natalie Wood (1994), "We have a temper, we flirt, and we both are mischievous."
As long as the mischievous part comes from mother and not from anywhere else where the emphasis might be more acute on the "mischief" part than on the, ah, "vous"?
On the loss of her mother, Natalie Wood: "Her death was probably the most defining part of me. I've spent the rest of my life dealing with it. Her death changed me forever."
And they say there is a "mourning period" - as if it ended after a while... As if grief could be terminated... As if bereavement was finite.
I am glad that somebody in fickle Tinseltown - someone from the new generation too - can empathize and understand things like that...
Jamie Lee Curtis is the true daughter of the last true "old golden Hollywood" couple though - she must be able to empathize with the younger Natasha now, though she had the luxury of keeping her mother far longer than Natasha did... I am still incredulous about the fact that Janet Leigh truly is no more; while Tony Curtis - born in 1925 - is still around... That's just not the way it happened in their Houdini film. Mrs. Houdini is widowed and, as in real life, one presumes that, after the end credits roll, she expects her beloved Harry to "contact her from beyond" as he had promised...
One can hope that now, in actuality, Janet Leigh comes back and haunts Bernard Schwartz some (T.C.'s real name... I always thought it was Eugene, for some reason... Oh well - Eugene, Bernard... It's the same, in Tinseltown logic; both read as "unmarketable"!)
And they thought that the porno industry was the first to come up with such outlandish fake I.D.s for their "thespian workforce"... No, really, the golden age of false monickers coincided with the golden age of Hollywood - where the Hays Code was master eons before any other code came along (...) - a master required out of dire necessity really... For Hollywood was even worse off and far more out of control than it might be now in its very beginning! This was always the land of "anything goes" and if it looks bad right now it is simply another example of "everything old is new again" folks! Theda Bara has her modern echoes in Lindsay Lohan and none of it really matters at all in the end...
So why keep on blogging about it, even?
Enough of this now...!
Link
