Year: 2006 (Page 81 of 228)

Paris Hilton: Celibate nymphomaniac…or pathological liar?

In a quote that is certain to keep her phone from ringing for the next several months, Paris Hilton claims to have only ever had sex with two men in her life, and has pledged to remain celibate for an entire year:

Hilton, 25, says, “I’m not having sex for a year. I’ve decided. … I’ll kiss, but nothing else.”

For that matter, the star reveals that she’s only ever had sex with two men in her entire life. “The reason so many of my relationships don’t work is guys are like, ‘Hey what’s going on? It’s been like four months and I’m only getting a kiss here,’ ” she says.

When it comes to chastity, says Hilton, “I feel good about it. I like the way guys go crazy when they can’t have sex with you.”

Yeah, we’re pretty sure the guys dig that, too…

So, you be the judge: In making these outrageous statements, is Paris:

a) Lying through her teeth, in a belated attempt to clean up her reputation;
b) Indulging in an ill-advised bout of optimism, selective memory loss and/or wishful thinking; or
c) Demonstrating her confusion between the words “celibate” and “celebrate,” and failing to clarify that she only ever has sex with two men at the same time…in which case her phone will in fact begin ringing off the hook.

Rob Schneider puts the kibosh on “Deuce Bigalow, Biblical Gigolo”

Aligning himself firmly with the anti-Mel-Gibson camp, former Saturday Night Live star Rob Schneider has taken out a full-page ad in “Variety” condemning Gibson for his anti-Semitic comments and pledging never to work with Gibson in the future, even if Gibson were to “offer [him] the lead role in ‘Passion of the Christ 2.’”

Of course, Schneider’s comments presuppose that Gibson ever had any intention of working with him on any movie projects of any kind at any point in the future…which seems an iffy prospect at best, given their respective resumes.

In fact, when informed of Schneider’s printed attack in “Variety,” Gibson responded, “Rob who?”

“No, I mean he’s like a really friendly, non-anti-Semitic pit bull”

“Road House” and “Dirty Dancing” star Patrick Swayze has leapt to the aid of embattled DUI sugar-tit fetishist Mel Gibson, calling him a “wonderful human being” who simply did something stupid:

Swayze, 53, downplayed his friend’s drunken outburst, telling GMTV that “people say stupid things when they happen to have a few, and especially if you don’t drink any more, or have limited your drinking for a long time and all of a sudden you decide to have one too many with the boys – you are stupid.”

Swayze, who is starring in the West End production of “Guys and Dolls,” said the incident certainly would not end Gibson’s career.

“When you are a pit bull, and you love what you do and you are going to continue to grow, that talent will find its way out,” Swayze said.

Following the subsequent outrage from the American Pit Bull Owners Association, who decried Swayze’s unnecessary and unwarranted denigration of their favorite breed of dog, Swayze retracted his comments and reached out to the pit-bull-owning community for forgiveness.

Remedy for a damaged rep? Brawl at a stripper contest.

The demolition of Vince’s reputation continued this week, and man, was it fun to watch. With a company offering Vinnie $100,000 to “just attend their party” in Vegas, the boys head to Sin City for a wild weekend. Well, everyone except Drama, who tags along only so he can hook up with his favorite masseuse, Ken. With his pilot scheduled to begin filming soon, Drama insists that he needs a quiet, relaxing weekend with no distractions. On their way out of town, the boys convince Ari to join them (though he swears to his wife that he was kidnapped). The stage is officially set.

Speaking of stages, turns out Vince has to do more than just make an appearance at this party. Apparently, Turtle signed him up to be a judge for the “Queen of the Strip” beauty contest, which, we learn, is less a beauty contest and more a stripper contest. As Turtle points out, that would seem to be a good development, only E and Ari are worried that Vince sitting in on a stripper contest will only further damage his already wounded image. Fair point, but Vince can’t back out now…he already blew the money they gave him at the blackjack table, much to Ari’s chagrin, since he agreed to partner up with Vince for the weekend, splitting winnings (and losses) evenly.

A few scenes later, it’s worse, with Ari and Vince now down more than $200k apiece. There was no official Ari Moment this week because he spent most of the episode spittin’ fire at the tables, cursing out dealers and fellow players as he watched his cash get sucked down the drain with each hand. He even took a couple shots at Seth Green, who was in town with his own entourage and, whenever possible, ribbing E about Sloan. The guys assume that Seth’s been with Sloan, which gets E all riled up. Meanwhile, Drama’s getting exactly what he wanted out of his weekend: he’s loose, limber and feeling fine after an afternoon with Ken. He’s also sending poor confused Ken, an ex-NFL receiver, mixed signals, and when Ken winds up naked in Drama’s bed, Drama snaps, leaves the room and heads for the stripper contest. Just in time, as it turns out, because Seth won’t drop the Sloan issue and E snaps too, only when the shit hits the fan, an amped-up Drama is the one who throws the first punch, knocking one of Seth’s boys to the ground while Turtle takes another and Eric drops Seth. That ought to help repair Vinnie’s rep, huh?

Sorry for the fifth-grade plot summary this week, but there’s not much to analyze. It was definitely a fun episode to watch, but not a great one to blog about. The best scene had to be the final hand of blackjack, where Vince split 8s, splits again when he got an 8 on the first draw and, after drawing a 10 and a 9, doubles down on an 11 with his third 8. With $300k on the table, half of which is Ari’s, Vince is staring at an 18, 17 and (gulp) 14, all of which has Ari worked up beyond belief. The guy next to Vince (one of the Bobs from “Office Space”) splits his kings (huh?), which of course knocks Ari completely off his rocker (“Sir, you have to let him play his way,” the dealer says. “Well he’s playing like a fucking idiot,” Ari responds), but, no problem, the dealer still busts. Vince and Ari are back in the black and all is well.

The only lasting effect from this episode is, of course, the brawl with Seth Green’s crew. Will it actually make things worse for Vince, or will it blow over? I say it all blows over and this episode, while fun to watch, will essentially go down as a throwaway. With only three weeks left in the season, though, I wouldn’t expect many more throwaways.

Rapid Fire Rejects, Volume VIII

Grilled
This probably isn’t the first time that someone thought casting longtime pals Ray Romano and Kevin James in a comedy was a good idea, but when it involves the term “direct-to-DVD,” it’s probably not something you should get too excited about. Actually, the film isn’t half bad, considering it’s about two door-to-door meat salesmen who get mixed up with the local mob, but it’s still a tough sell for anyone who’s not a fan of the two comics’ earlier work. And no, “Hitch” doesn’t count.

Asphalt Wars
Drawing comparisons to a film like “The Fast and the Furious” isn’t exactly a grueling endeavor. Heck, any movie that features fast cars and an underground crime scene (not to mention shitty acting) is bound to play that card at some point during their sorry-ass marketing campaign, but that doesn’t make it any good.

Beautiful People
The ABC Family series about a recently-divorced advertising executive (Daphne Zuniga of “Melrose Place”) and her two daughters is like “Gilmore Girls,” minus the great writing, great acting and, well, great everything. Case in point: “Gilmore Girls” has been on the air for seven years running. “Beautiful People”? Not so much.

The Lost City
Andy Garcia offers up an interesting view of the social and political tragedies that took Cuba by storm during the late 1950s – a revolution led by Fidel Castro and Che Guevara – but it’s far too ambitious for its own good. Starring Garcia as Fico Fellove, owner of the El Tropico nightclub, the actor/director attempts to use Cuban dance music as a buffer between Havana’s past and its Communist future, but ultimately fails in presenting a substantial plot. It’s mostly just “Godfather”-like run-ins with the mob and government, mashed alongside a boatload of musical sequences better suited for the background. If given the choice, we’d rather watch “The Godfather III.”

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