>Poor Nicolas Cage. It looks like his crazy hair finally turned the rest of him completely nuts.It seems Little Nicky was arrested last weekend in Louisiana after an, er, altercation, with his wife of six years, Alice.
Nicky was ALLEGEDLY very drunk, prowling the tattoo parlors and bars of New Orleans when a taxi driver ALLEGEDLY spotted Mr and Mrs Hasbeen Actor arguing loudly in the streets. Sidenote: you’d have to argue pretty loudly to cause a disturbance on the streets of the French Quarter.
The cab driver watched the fight for a moment, but the minute Little Nicky shoved Mrs. Little Nicky, the cabbie called the police. Which then lead to a very odd confrontation between Cage and the authorities. The NOLA police, not wanting to make a big scene by arresting a formally huge star, repeatedly asked Cage to just leave quietly.
But Nicky wasn’t having it. That’s what the Dronk does to you. Cage ALLEGEDLY taunted the police into taking him into custody, refusing their requests for him to quietly go home. Instead, Mr. Big Shot Asshat kept asking, “Why don’t you just arrest me?”
So they did. And Nicky and his hair were charged with disturbing the peace and domestic violence.
Nicky was kept in lockdown, awaiting a bail hearing while his wife ALLEGEDLY denied that any physical violence occurred, and refused to press charges. But Nicky is known for his public outbursts and rages. There was a blow-up on a movie set in Romania, as well as a previous bar fight in New Orleans last year.
And there is also his ongoing battle with the IRS, who claims Nicky owes them millions in back taxes. Also the wife of Nicky’s first-born recently sued him for $13 million, ALLEGEDLY for back child support. And Nicky himself, probably knowing he needed the cash, filed suit for $20 million against his business manager, Samuel Levin–who simply said that Nicky lives beyond his means, and then filed a countersuit ALLEGING that Nicky was continually advised to curtail his spending, including the purchases of yachts, Rolls Royce’s and fifteen homes.
Nicky. Could your life get any more out of control?
Apparently it can.
Down in New Orleans, where Nicky Cage sat in jail, awaiting a bail hearing, reality TV star Dog the Bounty Hunter bailed him out by posting a bond of $11,000.
Really? A reality TV show star had to come to your rescue? Why not offer the bail judge a Rolls or a yacht in exchange for a Get Out Of Jail Free card?
Dog, AKA Duane Chapman, who never met a situation he didn’t want to exploit for his own purposes, released a statement: “Media from around the world have been requesting interviews with me today after reports surfaced about my posting a bond for actor Nicolas Cage in New Orleans….I am a truly dedicated fan of Mr. Cage and will not be granting any interviews about my client as I wish to respect his privacy. I performed my duties as a bail bondsman and not in connection with our show.”
In other words Here’s what I did and how nice I am and how much I love brilliant [sarcasm] actor, Nicolas Cage, but I will not be talking about how I personally bailed him out and then called the media.
And then, after he said he would say no more, he added, “This is what I do for a living. There are two sides of my job: I release my clients after they have been arrested; and pick them up if they don’t show up in court. I do not believe the latter will be the case for Mr. Cage.”
Still, I’d keep Nicky on a short leash, Dog.
And, pardon my pessimism, but don’t be surprised if you see Nicky in some big budget piece of trash movie where he plays a bounty hunter with bad hair–because he’s got that part covered already–and one Duane Chapman is paid a handsome sum to be an advisor.
File this under: Wackadoo Mother-effers.
Ninety-four-year-old Zsa Zsa Gabor’s husband, Prince [and he’s not a real prince] Frederic von Anhalt, wants his wife to become a mother again by using an egg donor, artificial insemination and a surrogate mother.
No. Seriously. And, one wonders why.
Freddie the Freeloader says: “I’ve gone through the initial steps of donor matching and blood work and next week the donation process will begin.”
I’m not the only one stunned by this news. Zsa Zsa’s only child–or formerly her only child–Francesca Hilton, described herself as shocked when told of the plan: “That’s just weird.”
But Von Anhalt says he is working with Dr. Mark Surry of the Southern California Reproductive Center in Beverly Hills, and, in that fatherly toner that one gets while awaiting the birth of guaranteed inheritance rights, said: “I’m a retired guy. I can take care of it.”
He also says Gabor talked about adding a new baby to the family and he wants to carry out her wishes. But, Freddie, she talked about adding another child to the family twenty-five years ago, when she was in her sixties. To which, von Anhalt swears that Zsa Zsa, who is gravely ill, brought up the subject again only months ago.
And he just wants to make her happy, and get a little executor control on the estate when Zsa Zsa passes. Oh, but he says he’s not doing it for the money, he’s doing it because he wants someone to carry on the Gabor name, because, you know, it’s famous, or something. Or at least was about fifty years ago.
Why doesn’t Freddie just change his name to Greedy Gabor? Problem solved!
Interesting story out of the NYC this week.
Apparently, my Husband-in-my-head, Anderson “Randy Andy” Cooper, came home to find a drunk emptying his bladder all over the front door of Andy’s building.
Andy was incensed by the smell of hot urine on mahogany and instantly called the police.
No, wait. He Tweeted about it first:
Just got home, found drunk guy peeing on my bldg front door. He asked for my pic. Instead I took his. Am tempted to tweet it out. Annoying!about 10 hours ago via Twitter for BlackBerry®
Now, to be fair, I wasn’t just peeing on his door.
i was marking my territory.
So, follow Andy on Twitter and let me know if he Tweets my pic. I hope Little Bob and I look good!
In this whole Charlie Sheen mess, who do I feel most sorry for?
Denise Richards? Nah, she’s making millions off Crazy in child support and media attention.
Brooke Mueller, who ALLEGEDLY survived a Charlie Sheen knife attack?
Or maybe it’s his kids. Not so much the ones with Denise, and not so much the one he had with some model way back when. But the twins he had with Mueller.
I mean, they’re just babies and their Daddy has gone off the deep-end.
And now, so has Mommy.
It seems that Charlie’s latest estranged wife, and mother to his twins, Brooke Mueller, has once again gone all Lohan and checked into rehab for another try.
Mueller entered rehab after a week of ALLEGED drug binging, followed by her refusal to submit to a drug test even though it was required under the terms of her custody settlement with Sheen.
Wow, lovely parents who need to have weekly drug tests.
Mueller’s representatives–and by representative, I mean, of course, dealers–say the 33-year-old has ALLEGEDLY re-entered rehab as a precautionary step should Sheen’s lawyers bring up the drug test issue in court.
Wow, nice spin. You check into rehab in case someone brings up the fact that you’re a serial drug abuser?
This is Mueller’s second stab at rehab. She had previously rehabbed for ALLEGED drug and alcohol abuse issues in 2010. And just last week, she was caught on camera last week trying to pawn a pricey watch and stereo equipment in an attempt to get some quick cash.
Quick cash for what, honey?
Well, as some of her ‘friends’ ALLEGE, Brooke is only using drugs again because of ALLEGED calls asking for clean urine and recent cash concerns.
So, she’s using drugs because she’s afraid of being drug tested?
Or she’s using drugs, costly drugs, because she’s worried about money?
Brooke Mueller receives $55,000 a month from Charlie Sheen.
Like I said, these two losers can have each other, but someone needs to take care of those kids. Maybe a nice gay couple?
Not so fast, I guess.
Charlie Sheen’s lawyer–and, sheesh, that guy must be on speed dial–will ALLEGEDLY ask a judge to grant both legal and physical custody of the boys to Sheen because of Brooke’s drug relapse.
Of course, it also occurs to Sheen that if he gets custody of his boys he wouldn’t be shelling out 55K a month. And think how many hookers he could buy, especially now that he’s out of a job.
And Charlie Sheen has found an unlikely ally during this new drama with Mueller: his ex-wife, mother to two of his other children, and ginormous media whore, Denise Richards. According to rumors, Richards ALLEGEDLY heard about Mueller’s bizarre behavior and rehab stint and offered to help until the situation settled down.
Denise then ALLEGEDLY called Sheen and offered to take care of the twins and let them live with her while Sheen was on the road with his ‘Torpedo of Truth’ tour. He reportedly told her he’d “keep her posted” on the situation.
I wonder if Denise also then asked for the 55K, too.
See, it is all about the money, not about those two boys and their drug-addicted parents.
This is funny.
M. Night Shyamalan, director of 1999’s Oscar-nominated, ‘The Sixth Sense,’ was poised to be the Next Big Thing, the New Spielberg. He had no idea it would all be downhill from there.
Cut to 2010, where Night’s latest movie, ‘The Last Airbender’, swept the film awards at a recent show. Only, it wasn’t Oscar, or Golden Globe, or even BAFTA. He won all sorts of Razzies for his latest flop. Can it get any worse?
Oh, but it can.
Three movie fans are trying to raise $150,000 to send M. Night Shyamalan back to film school. It seems one of the fans–and I use that term loosely–came up with the idea after seeing a preview for a movie called ‘Devil’. When the words “from the mind of M. Night Shyamalan” came up on-screen, the audience howled and an idea was born.
Baker was joined by two friends, one of whom developed the idea of “M. Night School” as a name for the website. When news broke that Shyamalan was daring to make yet another disaster–‘1000 A.E.’ starring ‘Karate Kid’ Jaden Smith and his dad, Will Smith–the trio went live with their campaign.
So far, the boys have raised just $520.
But, if you love movies, and realize that Shyamalan needs a little re-education in the art of filmmaking, please give….give til it hurts.
A man’s career hangs in the balance.
As Lindsay Lohan awaits trial on a felony theft charge, she has something positive to look forward to in the near future: two possible movie deals. One, is a documentary called ‘Prison Laundry’ while the other is a cinema vérité piece called ‘Drug Addict Jewel Thief’.
Kind of. It seems that Hollywood producer Marc Fiore has Lohan in mind for, not one, but two, upcoming movies, one of which is the much-rumored ‘Gotti’ biopic: “I want Lindsay to be in ‘Gotti’ and another movie that I’m producing. She’s a great, great actress.”
I did not make up that last line. Seriously.I.Did.Not.
To her credit, Lohan, desperate to be seen as more of an actress than a criminal, is quite interested in the role of Victoria Gotti. In fact, she even showed up unannounced and uninvited to stand next to Victoria Gotti at a press event.
Fiore also hopes to see Lohan in is ‘Mob Street,’ a Wall Street-centered mafia flick written by Chazz Palminteri.
Funny. All these movies, and Lindsay would be playing criminals, or relatives of criminals. Who says art doesn’t imitate life?
But not anymore. It looks like there’s one contract that even the Gotti family won’t take out.
Lindsay Lohan is no longer up for the role of Victoria Gotti, daughter of legendary mob boss John Gotti, in the upcoming film ‘Gotti: Three Generations.’
After trumpeting Lindsay as the most talented actress ever and saying he wanted to work with her over and over again, producer Mark Fiore now says: “We are not talking any further about Lindsay playing Victoria. She is no longer being considered. The talks have stopped. We are going to meet with other people.”
Ouch. Dina must be rolling over in her grave.
Cuz she’s like a vampire, I mean.
It seems only days ago that Lohan showed up unwelcome and unwanted at a press conference with Victoria Gotti and John Travolta. And it was only days ago that both Gotti and Miss Travolta sang the actress’s praises, with Gotti saying: “I think she’s doing great; I think she’s going to continue to do great and she’s got a lot of people rooting for her.”
Those people rooting for her are all the people to whom she owes money.
Travolta added, “I’ve always thought [Lohan] was gorgeous and talented and filled with a lot of depth. So, I think that whatever she would like to do would be great with me.”
What she’d like to do to Travolta is befriend him and then break into his house and steal all the costumes he wore as Big Edna in ‘Hairspray’.
How do you follow up being a media whore on a reality TV show, scamming your way into the White House, trying out for a rehab show only to be let go because you aren’t addicted to anything other than fame and then finding out that your first reality show has been canceled?
What’s a fame-hungry girl like Michaele Salahi to do? Pose for Playboy, of course. Because the world wants to see her rib cage and fake tatas. Only, even Playboy has standards.
Salahi, the now canceled fame-whore of the ‘Real Housewives of DC’ star, and self-described former model–I giggle at that–recently shot a series of sexy pictures and sent them to Playboy along with a letter begging to be in the magazine.
A source close to the magazine–and by source I mean the guy that strategically places the bunny logo onto every Playboy cover–says that Michaele was informed via email: “There is no opportunity this calendar year to offer you a cover opportunity or place for your pictorial.”
They added: “So here are your skanky pictures back and we’ll be sending you the bill from out opthalmologist who treated our eyes for severe retina burns after viewing your picture.”
Not to be out-done in the media-whore-ness department, Michaele’s chubby asshat hubby Tareq also sent nudie pics of himself to Playgirl.
They’re still dealing with the stench of a group vomit over there.
We all know that Justin Timberlake lost his beard.
He broke up with Jessica Biel.
Now, there are reports that JT is ALLEGEDLY losing his hair.
Timberlake, who used to rock the curls, has now taken to wearing his hair closely cropped; and by closely cropped, I mean scalp-length.
A friend–and by friend I mean a bartender at the Ramrod–says Timberlake is mortified by his thinning hair and that is the reason for his very close haircuts: “He’s keeping his hair super-short so no one notices.”
Oh, honey, we noticed.
Timberlake’s “friend” adds: “He’s using specially formulated shampoo to promote hair growth. He certainly doesn’t want to go bald!”
Oh, butcha’are Blanche, butcha’are goin’ bald.
But, at least he’s working on the beard loss. He has ALLEGEDLY been trying to hook-up with his ‘Friends with Benefits’ co-star Mila Kunis, but she refused his advances, saying, “Ewwwwwww.” And he has also been seen with ‘Tron: Legacy’ star Olivia Wilde, who, through a friend, said, “Ewwww.”
This story warms my cold, tiny, pus-filled, stone-like heart.
A group of people, ALLEGEDLY paid by Gwyneth Paltrow to be The Friends Of Gwyneth Paltrow, showed up at a dinner party to collect a paycheck and “celebrate” the actress-singer-blogger-maniacal-egotist’s cookbook, ‘My Father’s Daughter.’
Employees of Paltrow, like Jay-Z, Cameron Diaz, Alex Rodriguez and Jerry and Jessica Seinfeld all told stories of how Gwynnie is not like the rest of us. She’s better.
But one person, ALLEGEDLY not on the payroll, showed up, and wasn’t that impressed by Missy P and all her holier-than-thou-ness. And that someone was none-other than Mr. Gwyneth Paltrow, Coldplay frontman Chris Martin. Martin ALLEGEDLY arrived cranky and his publicist warned, “he doesn’t want to talk.”
A party filled with people paid to praise his wife and Chris doesn’t want to talk? I think I love him. But it is a little odd when your own hubby doesn’t want to talk at a party promoting you, isn’t it?
Luckily, the other employees loved talking Gwyneth.
Jessica Seinfeld, obviously angling for a substantial year-end bonus, ALLEGEDLY told the crowd how lucky they were to be invited: “You are all so lucky to be part of Gwyneth’s world. Because this is the real deal. And she’s invited all of you good people in here. I would never do that.”
Then supermodel Christy Turlington reveled in how Gwyneth is a whiz when it comes to killing lobsters–and by lobsters, I, of course, mean employees who don’t follow protocol: “It’s not the boiling-in-the-pot-and-screaming lobster thing. It’s a different, faster approach. You stick a knife through the head.”
Sounds like a Gwynnie mob hit.
Even Michael Stipe played dutiful paid guest: “Once, a duck she was cooking caught fire, and she threw it in the pool.”
Along with a party goer who looked hotter than Gwyneth, and another guest who didn’t bow and scrape properly.
Still, amidst all this paid advertisement, and praise for All Things Paltrow, her husband, smart man that he is, hovered in a corner, sipping a Ketel One and Tonic and plotting his escape from Paltrow World.
Godspeed Chris. Godspeed.