Friday, November 30, 2007
DIVA MOVE OF THE WEEK: Celebrity hairstylist Ken Paves racing off the "Oprah" set mid-show so that he could tend to the locks of Jennifer Lopez, who was doing a concert later that night. Ya think Paves will be on hand in the delivery room when La Lopez gives birth?
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Here's a great EW photo gallery of stars who've played strippers. This image is of the adorable Christopher Atkins from A Night in Heaven, a flick that was a real knob-polisher for me back in my pre-coming out teenage days. My only beef with the photo gallery is the exclusion of Gregory Harrison in For Ladies Only. Both are mentioned as, ahem, seminal influences upon me in my book, All I Could Bare: My Life in the Strip Clubs of Gay D.C..
A bit of format-friendly uplift from the great, wise Dolly. Best lyric: "The day we're born/We start to die/Don't waste one minute of this life..."
"Better Get to Livin':
Some classic Dolly:
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
My favorite tidbit from the new Blender is the news that Mimi showed up at the VH1 Save the Music Foundation 10th Anniversary Gala with nine assistants, including a personal breast tape dispenser, someone equipped with a belt of brushes and hair spray (I suppose this is the hair dresser version of a superhero utility belt.), and a person armed with hot rollers. Wonder whatever happened to the woman hired to hold her water bottles?
Sunday, November 25, 2007
A sweet lullaby to a younger self, offering advice on braking at stop signs, minding daddy and having just a little more faith. Sure, it might have been fun if he'd included a lyric like "watch out for the homecoming skank who gives you the clap." But, even without this bit of advice, the song still shines.
"Letter to Me" -- song
"Letter to Me" -- video
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Because I'm a gay man, it's probably cliché for me to wish for the demise of a cute straight guy's girlfriend. But, still, I can't help wanting bad things for Andi (Missy Peregrym), the whiny, charm-less love interest on "Reaper." If you haven't heard, "Reaper" is the show about a slacker dude, Sam (Bret Harrison), whose parents sold his soul to the devil. In order to repay the debt, Sam has to work as a bounty hunter returning escaped souls to hell. (This is not to be confused with "Chuck," the much funnier -- but not as snarky -- show about the slacker dude who's forced to work as a spy after he's unwittingly exposed to a plethora of government secrets.) "Reaper" is still finding its voice, but it has a lot going for it with the likable Harrison as grumpy, put-upon Sam, Jack-Black-like Tyler Labine as his best pal Sock, and Ray Wise (remember Laura Palmer's pops from "Twin Peaks") as the original Hellraiser himself. But the show itself goes zombie-like with every appearance of Andi, who seems to serve no other purpose than to assure viewers that inseparable buddies Sam and Sock aren't fucking each other. The series' lowest moment was the entire episode devoted to whether or not Andi should return to college full time. With renegade hell-demons running around, who the fuck cares? If the show has any balls, it will take a page from its obvious horror/comedy ancestor "Buffy, the Vampire Slayer" and have Andi eaten by hyenas or, at the very least, turned into a rat.
I'm on my sixth week watching "Dirty, Sexy, Money," the soapy
comedy/drama about an absurdly rich family (the Darlings) and the
lawyer who takes care of them. So far, it's fine as a mildly
entertaining background to getting ready to go drinking on Wednesday
nights, but it's neither "dirty" nor "sexy" enough to command my full
attention. The plots about corrupt moneymen, bratty heiresses, and
philandering politicos aren't nearly as juicy as the headlines they're
ripped from, and the cast couldn't come off as less sexy. On "Six Feet
Under," Peter Krause was often erection-worthy in an aging pretty boy
kind of way, but as goody-goody lawyer, Nick George, the show's
conscience, he's not even giving me a "semi." And when the hell did
Billy Baldwin get so unfuckable? I remember paying full ticket price
to see his bare ass boning Sharon Stone in Sliver. But as a senate
candidate who's fallen for a chick-with-a-dick, he's somehow lost all
of his hotness. Both dudes seem in desperate need of a new wardrobe,
some bronzer, and maybe a little product. This may seem superficial,
but, hey, the show is calling itself "sexy." I'm gonna stick with it
for a few more episodes because, with Bryan Singer ("House") and Greg
Berlanti ("Everwood," "Brothers and Sisters") as producers, it has a
good pedigree. But right now, it's in desperate need of an Extreme
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
It's official: The "Imaginationland" trilogy has entered the canon of
"South Park" classics, particularly the second installment featuring
the eyeball gouging death of Strawberry Shortcake, Cartman's vision of
his exploding "dry balls," and the cuddly yet homicidal bear who
suggested that he and his furry friends kill their victims before
raping them so that they can use the blood as lubricant. The third
episode – which turned out to be Comedy Central's most watched program
of the year -- was a bit of a letdown given the supremely sick
buildup, but the last scene of an imaginary Kyle gleefully giving head
to a faux Cartman ended things on an appropriately twisted note. The
only thing missing was a money shot.
Friday, November 2, 2007
Recently reviewed Wattstax for PASTE. I was largely disappointed, calling it "an uneven dispatch from the foot soliders of soul." But the Emotions "Peace Be Still," Louise McCord's “Better Get a Move On,” and both cuts by the Rance Allen Group are well worth itunes-ing. Check out the whole review here.
The Emotions - "Peace Be Still"
Louise McCord - "Better Get A Move On"
The Rance Allen Group - "Lying on the Truth"
The Rance Allen Group - "Up Above My Head"