Jenny McCarthy. More fun to look at than watch? Quite possibly. Her movie Dirty Love won three Razzies. The damn thing barely took in over 58 grand. Now that’s gotta be bad. I’ve actually been there from the start of McCarthy’s career, having been a subcriber to Playboy at the time when she made her debut as a Playmate (and actually looked much cuter and of course hadn’t had her tits redone, along with everything else). Imagine my surprise then when she started popping up on TV and then landed her own show on MTV. I remember her being billed somewhere as “the new Lucille Ball.” Uh huh. Then she was in that ad for Candies shoes that featured her sitting on the toilet that won favor with no one. And she’s been cranking out a crappy career consistently ever since. So why do some people find her entertaining? You got me, although the message board entries defending her on IMDB are pretty damn funny.
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The name might not ring a bell, but perhaps the picture will:
Jack Wild was Jimmy on “H.R. Pufnstuf,” the kid with the magic flute (and that’s not just a clever euphemism). More people probably know him, however, from portraying the Artful Dodger in “Oliver!” He had a bit of a pop music career as well; one of his semi-hits, “Melody,” was released the month I was born (August 1970). (It can be found on a really swell compilation called Yesterday’s Heroes: ’70s Teen Idols, along with my hero, Leif “I Can SO Get Arrested” Garrett.)
Wild died of complications of mouth cancer, a battle which resulted in the loss of his jaw and voicebox. Ugh. He’d been a heavy smoker and drinker during his life, but, reportedly, he was always a really swell guy. He was only in his early 50s. Shame.
OK, so this isn’t technically “Hollywood” related, but it must be shared. When it comes to sexual fetishes, the Japanese are downright scary a lot of times. Whilst browising through the good old Portal of Evil today, I stumbled across Summer Torso, a Japanese site with loads of wacky pictures of female manneqins that are supposed to be quadruple amputees in various costumes and situations. There’s also plenty of bad anime pictures with the same type of crap as well as what looks to be real, but I hope to God are Photoshopped photos of amputee models looking all “sexy.” Needless to say this site is Not Safe For Work, but my mind boggles every time I think I’ve seen it all from our Japanese friends. And to tie it in to our central theme here, I suppose it’s only a matter of time before the J-Horror movie genre starts incorporating this kind of weirdness for export to be remade into American flicks starring Naomi Watts (but I prefer her with all her limbs, thank you).
And that’s fine with me, because I love a little mystery, don’t you know. Alba is currently pissed at Playboy who are using her photo on a cover without her consent. She was approached by the mag to be part of a celeb pictorial and refused.
“Despite Alba’s flat-out rejection, her lawyer alleges that Playboy went ahead and obtained a publicity photo of the Into the Blue star under false pretenses by telling Columbia Pictures that the actress had approved the use of the photo, which then wound up on the cover of the bunny-eared publication.”
I suppose Hef is getting tired of his three Barbie doll airhead girlfriends and wants a real woman. Too bad, you wrinkly old turd. Jessica’s too good for you Viagra-riddled erectile dysfunction.
Former “Shakespeare in Love” star Joseph Fiennes has put a new spin on the celebrities-shilling-products-abroad trend by bringing this brand of capitalism to a Communist country.
Traveling to Havana to launch the Romeo and Juliet brand “Short Churchill” cigar, Fiennes was quoted as saying he “gained a newfound respect for the kind of level of attention, detail, complexity and energy that goes into making a cigar.”
Soon, we expect that he will also gain a newfound respect for a few other things. The level of attention and detail necessary to hide the (illegal) Cuban cigars he undoubtedly absconded with from the U.S. government, for example. Also, the complexity of explaining what “romantic, star-crossed teen lovers” have to do with “smelly, obnoxious wads of cancer-causing foliage.”
And, perhaps later on, the energy involved in speaking through an electrolarynx, tracking his white blood cell count, and getting his affairs in order.
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