This female star has been spiraling out of control over the past several weeks and has been the subject of numerous internet gossip sites. She is currently being persuaded by those close to her to enter rehab within the next week. There is even a chance it could be this weekend. Her friends and family are extremely concerned that if something is not done now it may be too late. Going into rehab now would allow for a fresh start for the new year and to get her life back on track.
Four For Friday
This is a blind item none of you will be able to guess, but I just thought it was really interesting and so lets just say it is a bonus.
What dentist in Hollywood is becoming known as the celebrity meth dentist because a majority of his business now comes from Hollywood’s elite who have abused meth and now are losing their teeth? This dentist’s practice has exploded over the last year because of his ability to help Hollywood meth abusers keep their original teeth in many of his cases.
This teen drama actor/ heartthrob from a new network is learning the hard way that a woman scorned is dangerous. He used his celebrity to have his way with a young woman who was a huge fan. Now he is literally running for his life because he broke all the promises he made to her when he was taking her virginity. Her four older brothers are not happy.
If you are a landlord you definitely do not want to see this 1980's A list TV actor come calling. Our mystery actor rents luxury apartments in LA without any money down by advising the management that he is (a) changing accountants and so cannot access his funds or (b) has some royalty/residual checks coming at the beginning of the month. Because he is who he was, they usually let him move in. Of course there is no money and actor is evicted. (Three times in the last year alone)
This is NOT a repeat - Now there are reports that another cable reality star has become an escort as a way to earn extra money. She is not currently working with the cable reality star mentioned here before, but it seems like it would be a best-seller if they decided to work together.
Friday, December 08, 2006
This morning will be some LINKS and then of course this afternoon the Four For Friday Blind Items with a bonus so there will really be Five.
I really read this one wrong. I did not think Wesley Snipes was going to come back to the US to be arrested. From this point forward I am going to stick up for him. I am not sure how many of us would leave a country where we were safe from arrest and come back to the US knowing we could be facing some serious jail time. Free Wesley!!
Is Rosie O'Donnell already leaving The View? The buildup to her being on is shorter than the time actually on the show. I do not actually watch the show, but from what I understand, if she left, then the remaining group would sit around and make everyone yawn.
Not everyone can afford an attorney when they get divorced. California is one of the better states for doing it yourself. However, if you have the funds, and are trying to get about $200M USD don't you think an attorney would be a good idea? Not if you are Heather Mills and know you are better than everyone else.
Now, as I promised to Mel. Here is the link to Wolfmother which was nominated for a Grammy yesterday. This is an Australian group that will cause LA to be swarming with chants of Oi, Oi, and Aussie, Aussie, Aussie throughout the month of February. Actually it should be fun and they are really, really good.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
I am not sure how many of you read all the comments, especially from the older posts so I am printing this for all to see. It is an incredible piece of research and done by someone I would love have working for me. The only problem is that I stated that 2000 was a fudge because it would be too easy to find the singer. I stand by the fact that it would be explosive if it ever came out, and there is only one person who can come forward to reveal all and it is not going to be me.
With all the websites that have linked to the story all with their own comments sections, of course people have guessed it, but I am not going to say. With all of that, I wanted to post this and say this is truly incredible.
Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "Let me preface this post, by saying that if this s...":
my friend did some sleuthing and concluded that this may be a hoax. His response is below: This smells like a hoax to me but I don't like mysteries so I went ahead and tried to solve this one: The album in question was prolly released in 2001. I guessed that year because the story says that the singer was approached in "late 2000" and heard herself on the radio "several months later". There were 373 albums released in 2001 in America. For the moment, let's only consider albums released by a female solo artist. Believe it or not, that cuts the list down to 29 with a list of women that includes Alicia Keys (sorry, Cat), Madonna, Jessica Simpson, Pink, Mariah, Missy, Bjork, and three Spice Girls. Now if we limit the list again to women whose FIRST solo album came out that year, we are left with 5. (By the way, Jessica Simpson's first CD came out in 1999, with the hits "I wanna love you forever" and "I think I'm in Love with you" being two of the singles. I know some of you thought it was her.) So who's on that list? Album Artist Release Date A Girl Like Me Emma Bunton 16-Apr Songs in A Minor Alicia Keys 5-Jun The Spirit Room Michelle Branch 14-Aug Victoria Beckham Victoria Beckham 1-Oct Laundry Service Shakira 13-Nov The story went on to say that the artist in question was "taking off" and "had several Top 40 songs and CD's." Also, the "star" was "everywhere..on television, radio, awards, shows, commercials..EVERYWHERE.". Well, the Spice Girls are out since Emma only sold 125,000 of her first CD. And while Victoria did slightly better, Wikipedia has this to say : "Despite being one of the most famous celebrities in Britain, and having all her music reach the UK top ten (the only solo Spice to do so), Victoria Beckham's career as a solo artist is largely considered to have been a commercial failure." Also, it seems that Posh shelves more music than she releases and has not been all that prolific in the past 5 years. This leaves our curious threesome of Shakira, Michelle Branch, and Alicia Keys. Michelle Branch - Apparently, this girl has been rocking out since she was 8 years old and, technically, her first album was released in 2000. It was a self release CD called Broken Bracelet. Also, she toured with Hanson in December of 2000 when Madonna noticed her and signed her up to Maverick records (What the hell was Madonna doing at a Hanson concert?!!?). She went on to win Grammies and have 3 top 40 singles of that first Maverick-backed CD. In 2002, she did that Carlos Santana song "A Game of Love" which earned her another Grammy. Her second album went platinum but only spawned one top forty single. Alicia Keys - Allmusic.com reports that "Around the time that Songs in A Minor was released, Keys was popping up everywhere, including an Associated Press story. Where had she been before then?" Good question. Ms. Alicia Augello-Cook has has been playing the piano since age 7, wrote her first song at age 14, and graduated from the "Fame" high school at age 16. Her first commercial offering sold 235,000 the first week and sold more than ten million worldwide. This was followed by several Top 40 hits and five Grammies. Her next CD, released 2003 sold 618,000 copies the first week and has, to date, sold over 7 million units worldwide as well as earned her four more Grammies. However, Alicia's first recordings were in 1997 when she had a song on the Men In Black soundtrack. In addition, she was featured on the soundtracks of both Shaft (2000) and Dr. Doolittle 2 (2001). Shakira - Possibly the most famous of these three, Shakira steamrolled us all in 2001 with "Whenever, Wherever", all hips and moaning. Her CD, Laundry Service, sold more than 13 million copies and spawned several top 40 hits. She has performed at numerous award shows (including singing "Dude looks like a lady" at MTV Icon in 2002. A curious choice, isn't it. Maybe she's trying to tell us something...) and has herself snagged a carload of awards both her and overseas. She is the highest selling Columbian artist of all time (unless cocaine export is considered an art) and is quite possibly one of the most influential Latin American artists ever. Of course, what hasn't been mentioned is that Shakira was already a smashing success before she reached our shores, releasing her first (failed) CD in 1991 followed by 3 more, the last which made her a household name in Latin America and Spain. The Verdict: All three of these women have been in commercials and award shows and have been well covered by the media (Michelle Branch, prolly less so). But none of them really fit the description of the story. I mean, all these women have recordings that pre-date 2001. Finding differences in the vocals between now and then would be so easy a New York Post reporter could uncover it. What's more, all these women make a habit of performing live and while this can be faked, I would be SHOCKED to find it had been. So, in conclusion, I have no idea. Problems: if this happened in another country, the UK for example, this is all for naught since they have different release schedules and stars altogether. Also, wherever the email came from other details might have been changed such as the year that this happened which would throw everything off. Again, I think it's a hoax. Bib: Allmusic.com, Wikipedia.org, Amazon.com
Posted by ent lawyer at 3:07 PM
Sorry about not having photos but it is tough when there are not really specific themes or people.
JACKASS v KINDNESS
For those of you who did not read the first of these, it basically is something where I tell you about a jackass thing a celebrity did and then an act of kindness a celebrity did.
So I called my friend because I knew he had the phone number I needed and we started talking about what is going to be the kindness part of the post. We then got into a big discussion about sports which led somehow to publicists and bad behavior by celebrities and then he reminded me of something that had happened on his show which I had forgotten about.
For the most part, television actors are much less divaesque and are much more down to earth than an actor who only does films. This is caused by a number of factors such as the life of a television show which may be brief to the fact that television actors are paid much less than their film counterparts, to the fact that they work generally half the year with the same group of actors and crew and often commute to and from work just like any other person. What is odd about this, is that television actors are generally much more known by the general public than film stars. If a movie grosses $100M and the average ticket costs $8.00, then approximately 12 million tickets were sold. Contrast that with say Grey’s Anatomy which last week had 24 million viewers and does every week and you can see how television actors are generally more recognized and well known. What makes film stars more divaesque is the fact they are paid an incredible sum of money and that studios may have $100M invested in that star’s ability to bring in an audience to recoup their money. Because there are few stars that are capable of doing that, their demands become greater and also more outrageous and they become divas.
That is the background -
In this show there was an actor who was about fourth billed at most, but had a very big head about his role on the show and how he thought viewers were tuning into the show to see him and that he was the star. If he felt he was not getting enough lines in a particular episode, he would act is if everything was fine and then right before taping would "lose his voice" or have some other ailment which would cause producers, writers and the director to scramble around and try and save the show. Other times he would improvise new lines as the taping was going on and refuse to do the lines that were written because he felt he was a better writer than the show’s writers and knew what the audience wanted. If the writers just had him being in one scene with no dialogue which happens sometimes, he would just not show up for the taping. He trashed his dressing room more than once because he was not satisfied with its appearance. He would park sideways in the lot taking up three spaces, and even tried the "you cannot talk to him directly thing."
Now you have to remember this guy is way down the list of people on the show. His other problem was his agent who did not really have many clients and so was devoting a great deal of time to this particular client and making the head even more swollen. The agent did not want to lose this money ticket and so kept telling our misguided actor how wonderful he was and how he would get his own show soon, and movies, etc..This actor just did not realize that nature of his appeal which was limited and his acting skills which were even more limited. He really had no range except in his mind. He just could not get over himself and when his contract was running out, he thought he was going to get a big raise, and instead he got written out of the last ten or so episodes of the year and his contract was not renewed. Thought he was bigger than the show. The reality is in television, you are rarely bigger than the show.
Why is it that it is the women who are always the subject of the kindness part? A list model/actress more model than actress has been in and out of the office lately because she is coming out with a new product and there are some details to be worked out. Because she has been in so frequently, she learned that one of the people in the office had both of her parents die in a car accident during the summer and had really been devastated by this. She had been in the car with her parents and did not even get a scratch and so was feeling really guilty and really depressed.
Our model overheard the secretary discussing Dancing With The Stars and how it was the one bright spot of the week for her where she really just could let her troubles go. Without letting anyone know, model arranged for Secretary to attend the final episode of the season and to go backstage and meet the finalists. She also arranged for a makeover and new clothes and a limo to the show. There were no cameras there to record this and no publicity. This was just one person who overheard someone who was in pain and used their celebrity for good with nothing in return. Model called in a bunch of favors just because she is that kind of person. No one asked her to do it, and no one knew she was doing it until she sprung the surprise. You should have seen the look on Secretary’s face when Model told her what she had done and the excitement the day after the final show when Secretary could not stop talking and sharing and you could see the sparkle back in her eyes. It has been a few weeks now, and she is just 1,000% percent better from what she was and you can see she is starting to live again.
This morning will be the usual with some links and commentary although there is really not much out there to look at. The afternoon post will be another Jackass v Kindness post because it has been awhile since I did one of those.
Last night I called a really good friend of mine to get a phone number to thank someone which relates to the kindness portion of the afternoon post. It was just going to be a one minute call and it turned into an hour. This friend is on a tv show and has been for some time and he does movies also. I have asked him before if he considers himself A list and his answer is usually something sarcastic or self-deprecating. See, he is A list and all of you would know his name, but he would not be the first person you would think of when A list is mentioned. Unless someone is constantly self-promoting then you just hear about the star when they want you to hear from them.
For example, this friend of mine does not have a publicist. He just relies on the network's publicist or the production company of the show and when he does a movie, follows the same type of formula. He also gave me the jackass story for this afternoon and it is pretty entertaining so be nice in the comments section because he will be reading them.
I know I have been talking about publicists frequently and so you probably want me to shut up about it, but think about Gwyneth Paltrow. Is her publicist good? Absolutely. Is there anything the publicist could do to fix the mess Gwyneth got into when speaking about America? They tried, and got a response in the press two days running, and made up a really bad explanation which is good, but this is a case where the star should have called the publicist before the interview and not waited until after when not much could be done.
I have had some e-mails from people who want the colors reversed on the blog because it hurts their eyes. They would prefer a white background and dark writing. I would like to know if this is the case for everyone before I make any kind of switch.
I have also had some e-mails about defamation and I can go into a long spiel about it like I did when discussing Perez's case, but I do not know if anyone would be interested. What it really comes down to is if you are a public figure is that you have to prove that the offending party did so knowing what they were reporting was untrue and did it anyway. That is a very tough burden for the celebrity/public figure.
Without Tim Gunn, no one will watch Project Runway so they better fix this problem quick before next season begins. Could you imagine if they had a Ryan Seacrest type style instead of Tim Gunn? Tim Gunn is in about 10% of the show max, but he is what brings it all together.
Get on a plane thinking you are still with your baby's daddy. Get off the plane and he is dating someone else.
You guys always are asking for inside information. I believe I told you all this a week ago, and the Sun is just now reporting it. Hmmmm. How did I know?
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
My Week with K -- Part 2
When I arrived at his suite he was wearing only a robe, his hair was wild, and he had for him a terrified expression on his face which was really pale. The girl of the night was not to be seen which only raised my anxiety about what was going on here in the middle of the night..
I asked what the problem was and for his answer he opened his robe completely. Not something for the faint of heart, and definitely not for viewing at 1am. Again, still have the nightmares.
The problem was that K had taken some type of Viagra alternative at about 6pm and the reaction he was hoping for was not quick enough. Therefore at 630pm he had taken another one. Still nothing. Thinking this alternative was weaker than Viagra, he then proceeded to take several at once. He was unsure how many, but perhaps 4 or 5 more which were in addition to the original two. 7 hours after his first pill, he was still good to go as he proceeded to show me repeatedly as he never tied his robe again. (Thanks for sharing) He thought a depressant might work, but having none, he proceeded to quickly drink four or five tumblers of whiskey. Nothing happened and the matter was becoming more painful.
What made K call me was the girl’s suggestion that he call a doctor. He had no intention to call a doctor and instead wanted me to call and pretend I was suffering from the ailment. So, I called down to the concierge who wanted to know why I needed a doctor and if he could be of any help. He then wanted to know my affliction so he could direct me to a doctor who handled that type of case and was still available. Meanwhile I have K right next to me and I am inhaling his essence while he keeps asking me what the concierge and then doctor are saying. After I told the concierge I overdosed on Viagra he gave me the number of someone who could help. The number went to an answering service and so I had to leave a message explaining my problem and give my cell # because K did not want it coming to his hotel room.
So we waited. And waited. First standing, and then sitting. He went to check on the girl who I later saw. She was about mid twenties but no matter of darkness or makeup could hide the fact she had a hard life and being with K was not going to make it much smoother. We waited until 2am still without the problem going down so to speak. Finally the doctor calls and I have to pretend I am some hopped up Viagra freak who has had an erection for 8 hours. Meanwhile I again have K constantly asking what the doctor is saying. I am having trouble hearing and so turn to K and say the doctor thinks they may have to stick a needle in your dick and drain the blood. Seriously, the look on his face was priceless. Yes, those MasterCard commercials talk about priceless, but this one was the best. I will never see quite that look again in my life, but it really made the whole week worthwhile.
I let K off the hook and tell him it is possible but unlikely that a needle will soon be draining the blood from his member, and that the solution is actually five feet away. The ice bucket. I tell K to soak his private areas in ice and it should go down. He asks me to do it for him, and I tell him absolutely no way. He does make me stay though to make sure the remedy works and to take him to the doctor if it does not. He grabs a washcloth, fills it with ice and then proceeds to ice himself down. The first touch brings out a scream from him and the girl from the next room. She is dressed, takes one look at the situation and tells K she needs to go. For once, K is basically quiet and thanks her and she leaves. Within 15 minutes the swelling is down and K is back to normal.
Normal in this situation means blustery, arrogant and drunk. I tell him I will see him in the morning and leave.
The next morning I was exhausted, but K was actually looking healthy. It was amazing to me that he could drink as much as he did everyday and night and go through what he had the previous night and still look ready to do it all over again. Have I mentioned his breath? Toothbrush? Not so much. The breath was either coffee or liquor and when he had neither, I got a morning hello to end all morning hellos. By this point in the week I had already discovered this toe curling fact and so came prepared with coffee.
K begins to launch into a spiel about how he learned something from what happened the previous night and that he was going to have to reassess things. I assumed he meant that he would maybe cut back on the indulgences and just being so over the top. The situation was almost like a parody. It was something you had to see to believe. Instead what he said was something like he was going to have to explore this further.
Originally this day was supposed to be the last day he spent in the office and so arrangements had been made for lunch. People wanted to be with him, but most important in LA, be seen with him. This was a situation K thrived on. As disgusting as he could be in close quarters or in private, he was completely the opposite in public. Lunch was at The Ivy, and if you are not familiar with The Ivy, look back at my old posts and there is a description of it. The entire party was on the patio and K was charming and gracious and showed remarkable self-control when it came to his drinking. I realized later that this was about the only acting K did anymore and to him it was a performance. Most of the people in the group had not been with him all week and so this is what their image of K was. He played it perfectly and you could just see and feel his presence and knew right then how he had been such a huge star. He was portraying his own stereotype and it really was enthralling to watch. He was a star again, if only for a lunch.
The fun started after lunch on the way back to the office. On the way to lunch he had acquiesced, and had traveled with the powers to be in a limo. Now, however he was back in my car, and the drinking began immediately. Prior to lunch he had ordered me to buy his afternoon bottle of whiskey and to bring it with me in the car. By the time I sat down in the drivers seat, it was out of the bag, uncapped and the first swallow had gone down his throat.
The ride back was surreal. He basically replayed lunch out loud for me even though I was right there the whole time. After every sentence was a swallow of whiskey and by the time we got back to the office it was gone. He was flying now, and since he knew he was going to be back for one more day just wanted me to return him to the hotel, AFTER we stopped by the liquor store. In the morning one of the secretaries kept talking about sushi and tempura (she got a raise) and K was hooked. Japanese was on the menu that night and what do you know there was a lovely little place inside his hotel.
I was ecstatic to drop him off. A whole afternoon of his calls and molesting of the females in the office was not going to happen. Only one more day, and a trip to the airport and he was gone. What could go wrong? 2am phone calls are never good. It is generally when people stagger out of bars and drunk driving arrests made. I dread these calls because invariably someone is either in jail or needs a ride or both.
The noise on the other end of the phone was deafening and K’s voice was even louder. He always came close to yelling whenever he spoke on the phone and because it was so loud in his hotel room, this time his voice was reaching epic proportions. He needed me he said to come right over because there was an emergency and that since I had done so well last night, I should be able to help tonight. And on my way over I should pick up some booze as well. I told K everything would be closed and he screamed booze was needed and to use my imagination.
This week I am talking about happened a couple of years ago now and so I would probably not take this kind of abuse anymore. I say probably, because you just never know sometimes what you will do. Sometimes you just smile and play nice and sometimes you just choose to not represent that person anymore or not even start in the first place. If I could go back in time to the guy who got the 15 year old pregnant, I would probably choose not to represent him and when they came back the second time, I did say no. Anyway.
I ransacked the bar at my place and gathered up my liquor bottles. Somehow a bottle of brandy broke in the car and actually the smell was quite pleasant until it had a chance to soak into everything. When I got to the hotel, there was no valet around so I had to park my car on the street and then lug these grocery bags filled with liquor down the street while the smell of the brandy wafted off of me just like K and his whiskey.
I could hear the party while still IN the elevator. I cannot imagine anyone on K’s floor being happy about the noise, but he would have just told everyone off if they came to the door and the management was not going to call the police. The door was propped open with a shoe and when I walked in, the temperature was about 20 degrees warmer than the hallway and the smell of smoke was everywhere. There were about 10 people there. Six aging men in various stages of drunkenness and undress were there along with four women who were MUCH younger and who looked as if they might do this type of event for a living.
As I looked again at the men I recognized two of them immediately. One had been in a movie with K that I remembered and the other was someone whose presence floored me. (And really no matter the condition I saw him in, it was someone I had always wanted to meet. Even more A list than K. That person has passed away now, but I still remember seeing him there for the first time) I did not really comprehend what I was seeing because it was as if I stepped back twenty years before when they were all in their prime. That night they were definitely not in their prime and not suitable for film at all. The other men I did not recognize but they were all people from K’s past who were still in the business (although I did not know them) or had been.
The "emergency" was simply that the bartender the hotel had provided had gone home and they needed a replacement. Yes, that is right. K called me at 2am to have me come over and be a bartender. (And of course bring the liquor) Further, I was to be the chauffeur for the six men at the end of the night and whatever of the men chose to bring one of the young women home with them. Why should they call a cab when I was there to take them home. The fact that my car would be lucky to hold four of them at a time was irrelevant. One man even suggested I take him home in his car and then call a cab and come back to the hotel and repeat until everyone was home. Luckily no one really thought that was necessary except for him. I was actually just shocked that they were concerned about drunk driving.
So from 2am until about 4am I played bartender and then chauffeur. I also watched a bunch of old men grope, fondle, and make fools of themselves around women that were in some cases a third their age and also a third their size. It turned out that some people did not need a ride home because they did not have wives to go home to and so they just wanted to remain at the party with the booze and the ladies. When I came back from my last trip at about 430am or so, K, one of his cronies, and the "hero" were all sitting around in their boxers and t-shirts eating breakfast. Here were two screen legends eating plates of food with hardly any civility at all. Spilling it on themselves, swearing, telling stories and looking nothing like a screen legend while also saying how much the women had loved them that night. There were just such a range of emotions that night about what I was seeing and hearing.
I left shortly thereafter, and when I back to the hotel about 7am, K was there waiting, looking dapper in a fresh suit, but the rest of him was still K. We spent all that day together and at the end of the day I gave him a ride to the airport and made sure he was taken care of by someone from the airline. I then said goodbye and really never expected to hear from K again. This lasted about a week.
For the next year or so I was on K’s calling list about once every two weeks or so. The calls could come at any time of the day or night depending on where in the world K was and what he was doing. Now I was part of his stories. I am still on his call list, but now the calls are probably once every 4 or 5 months. I think when I changed my cell number one time he took it personal. Also he has other stories and other calling friends now. But when that phone rings and I hear him yelling at someone before he even says hello I kind of think about that week and how it is kind of a microcosm for all things Hollywood.
Everything is fake but at the same time everything is real and sometimes you really just want the illusion to remain and not peek behind the curtain and see the wizard or in this case a guy with fried egg yolk all over his clothes while he is smoking a cigar and drinking. That week was my first up close and intense look at the reality in Hollywood and I have shared with you other stories that just have reinforced that shattered image of it that I deal with on a daily basis.
I do not usually comment so soon in response to comments, but I think Anonymous made a good point about Budapest and Vince. I think the triggering event though happened over a week ago and this was the first time everything was done. I think the triggering event was the Thanksgiving dinner in which Brad's parents were invited but NOT Vince. When that story broke, it kind of looked silly that Vince was not going to be there and that is when the phone calls probably started. Again, I may be wrong, but that is what I am guessing.
Posted by ent lawyer at 10:05 AM
I know you all want Part Two and it will be out at about 1230pm PST. Now for the LINKS.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Beyonce Update ---She really is 25. (Thanks to the commenters who did the research, although the link does not seem to work correctly so you really have to search through everything.)
I went to the Harris County website and looked up 1974 and 1981. There were some Knowles children born in 1974, but no one named Beyonce. In 1981, these are the Knowles children who were born.
KNOWLES, JAMES PATRICK 18-May-1981 m
KNOWLES, MELYNDA ANN 17-Aug-1981 f
KNOWLES, RONALD DEON 24-Jul-1981 m
KNOWLES, SEAN PHILIP 20-Aug-1981 m
KNOWLES, BEYONCE GISELLE 04-Sep-1981 f
KNOWLES, PHILLIP JERMAINE 07-Nov-1981 m
KNOWLES, LE TASHA MONIQUE 24-Dec-1981 f
My Week With K
I guess it is time for another long story. Thanks for being patient as it takes a great deal of time to make sure not too much is revealed, but at the same time making sure everyone is still entertained.
This story revolves around an A list actor. I know we have arguments about who is and who is not A list, but this actor who is 60+ (very broad here, but think more on the + side) is A list forever. Many, many movies, some television and awards and accolades from everywhere.
Litigation usually involves many documents and in this case both sides had demanded and produced tons of documents. K and I went through many of the relevant ones together so there would be no surprises at his deposition or at trial if it came to that. Having K there to help sift through all the documents was supposed to be helpful because he was aging and so looking at the documents again was supposed to refresh his memory and he could also advise me if something is missing, etc.
For one solid week I had this actor in the same room with me and thus learned way more than I wanted to about him, his social life, his vices, his hygiene, and his women. I am not predisposed to be awestruck by any celebrity, but this actor’s presence screamed "you will notice me and bow down before me."
The very first thing I noticed about K was that he enjoyed swearing and did so frequently. He was extremely fond of swearing loudly while I was on the phone or while I was trying to get something completed and needed to concentrate. His words were not limited to the basics, but were part of a much larger association of words that all flowed together into one large cuss word. The swearing was usually interjected with how K was smarter, funnier, better looking or thinner than the offending party.
K wanted to start each morning by about 7am and he was drinking steadily by about 7:40 or so. He kept a flask on him and would start each day with a swig straight from the flask and then just use it as "cream" for his coffee the remainder of the morning. Generally at lunch he would wander out of my office, look for the closest person and order them to the liquor store for a bottle of Midleton Very Rare whiskey. Never heard of it? Well neither had any of us. It is about $140 a bottle and is not easy to find. Of course K did not offer any money at all to the poor person assigned this task. I guess he assumed it would be added to his bill. In any event someone would get it for him and all afternoon he would give up any pretense of a flask or "cream" and just drink it straight, although from the coffee cup instead of a glass. Incidentally when I went to his hotel room one evening in response to a call which I will discuss shortly he had 4 or 5 empty Glenfiddich 40 year old bottles lined up on a desk. Each of those is about $2500 and I hate to think who paid for those.
Beginning about 2pm or so, K would start using the phone. He was looking for who he would "get the honor of sleeping with him that night." Well apparently no matter how much he paid, the honor was not something most of them wanted to repeat, hence the calling which often lasted several hours. I should clarify that as far as I know he actually never exchanged sex for money. In fact, most of the time women wanted to sleep with him the FIRST time. It was after the first time that he would end up having to buy them gifts or something else to convince them to join him again. K did not have a Blackberry or a cellphone. K had a big black book. A very big black book with all types of comments and notations next to entries. He either made very good notes, had a great memory or was full of shit, because he always had a comment about each person in the book. There were several hundred names in the book and considering his shaky memory, handwriting, and drinking it astonishes me to this day to think he could remember them all. His comments were not the "oh she was a nice girl who loved the opera." They were all related to the various parts of their anatomy and how they behaved in bed. K was and is married, but as he put it the first time I asked how his wife was, he said she is great but her pxxsy is not.
K’s calls also included those to everyone he ever knew on any movie no matter where they were located in the world. He would start telling a story about someone and then forget a detail and have to call that person to get the detail and then would call back the original person to finish the story. If someone was unavailable to take his call, he would harangue them to the extent that whoever was on the other end of the phone always gave in and did whatever they could for K. Calls were made to his bookies. He had more than one because he enjoyed them competing for his business and also if one did not accept his call immediately, he was on to the next bookie.
Since K did not live in LA, this week with me was his time of freedom as he put it. He needed something fresh and new as he was tired of what he was currently getting. When women would come into the office it was so embarrassing watching him and listening to him, but most of the women seemed to enjoy the attention at least the first time. It was not even that they enjoyed his attention. They loved it and were very flattered at first. As the week wore on though, everyone grew weary of his behavior and after 3pm everyday the women all knew to stay out of his reach as well.
After 7 hours of drinking, he was not generally very quick, but he was still strong. If he caught you, you were going to spend some time sitting on K’s lap enjoying his eau de whiskey and his horrific body odor. At the end of the week, the office needed to be cleaned. He would change clothes everyday (his clothes and tailoring were impeccable) and that was about the limit of his hygiene as far as I could tell. K acted inappropriately almost every second of the day, but because of who he is and was, no one was going to say anything.
The problem, especially in his case is that times have changed but K has not. All celebrities to some extent suffer from this issue. The higher on the list you are, the more you suffer from it. Celebs just become so accustomed to having their whims granted and it is constantly reinforced after years and years that they really know, no other behavior. Combine that with how Hollywood was when K was in his prime and the problem is just magnified. When K was in his prime he could do anything, commit any crime short of murder and probably get away with it. When the roles stop coming, the learned behaviors do not also stop and so what was tolerated before becomes almost offensive. K had age on his side and his legacy which really helped.
While he was in LA, K felt free to call me at anytime of the night. He continued this habit even after returning home which resulted in a cell phone change which I have said before is not unusual for me. On his third night in LA, K called me in a panic at about 1am. He told me I needed to hurry over because he had a big problem and had no idea how to fix it. I tried to ask him what was wrong and if it could wait until the morning, but K would have none of that. He wanted me over there now and started to swear at me and only stopped when he took a breath.
As I got dressed and drove over my imagination was in high gear. Had he killed the girl he was with that night or did he have the cops there? What was I going to see when I got there to the hotel? The drive only took a couple of minutes as I lived very close to this hotel choice unlike his choice of the previous night. On this particular night he was staying at the Wilshire Grand. K changed hotels every night depending on what he was hungry for. On that night he had wanted Korean food so had stayed there because they have a Korean restaurant in the hotel.
The previous night he had a craving for snails and Norwegian salmon and there was only one place to satisfy his craving. The problem was it was in Malibu. This would not normally be a problem for me. However, K hated limos and thought they were pretentious. (He of the $2500 bottles of whiskey) He wanted someone to drive him from the office. He was dissatisfied with his first driver and so he volunteered me.
For those of you not familiar with LA and who think Malibu is right next to everything, you are wrong. It is a really long drive from downtown LA and made so more by the fact that every hour in LA is rush hour. I spent many, many hours in the car that day with him and still wake up sweating thinking of it. He had comments about every person and car he saw and how they reminded him of so and so. He never wavered and just kept talking non-stop. The only bright spot was in the afternoon, he wanted to sit in back and sprawl out because he had been drinking all day. The next morning, everyone in the office was under instructions to talk about food and hotels within a 5 mile radius of my place.
When I arrived at his suite he was wearing only a robe, his hair was wild, and he had for him a terrified expression on his face which was really pale. The girl of the night was not to be seen which only raised my anxiety about what was going on here in the middle of the night..
To be continued...
Monday, December 04, 2006
It was a long weekend but only because I worked so much. Unfortunately there was no play. I was going to go play, but decided to just space out instead. I was supposed to go the VH1 Big in 06 Awards with E & E even though I really do hate awards shows, but all I really wanted to do was sleep. I did not actually sleep, but did just sit there and stare mindlessly at a few movies one after the other. E & E had a great time and they said it was so cheesy that it was fun.
Thanks for all the comments and links and everything else people send. I really appreciate them all. As was posted I do leave in all the good and the bad. If I can say whatever I want, you should be able to say whatever you want. So good or bad, the comments stay as long as they are directed to me or the blog. If someone goes off on another poster, I reserve the right to pull it. So cuss me out, criticize my writing and my periods, it is all good.
There are some articles I saw over the weekend that actually confirm or at least take them one step further. One article in particular confirms one of my blind items from last week, but takes it a step further and is not something I feel comfortable in linking to. I am sure some other site will do so though.
The blind item I am referring to is NOT the Jessica Simpson article some of you have posted. (Sorry, no MV here) As some of you may have guessed last week, I support the other side in her divorce and am privy to some details that cannot be shared. (except of course for the sex tape which does NOT exist) With that being said, and as much as it pains me to say, Jessica can sing really well. I have heard her sing A cappella many times and she can truly sing. From what I understand Jessica did not spend enough time learning the song she was supposed to sing and just blew it. The confusing aspect was there was supposed to be a teleprompter for the lyrics, so I do not know if she did not notice it, if it was not working, or some other reason. When singers know there is going to be a teleprompter they sometimes will just run through the song once or twice and rely waaaay to much on the helping hand.
I will be back in a bit with how Kylie Minogue is getting her heart broken.