Oh, Law and Order. Is there any better program to watch while sick or high or bored, except maybe Golden Girls? For years now Dick Wolf has managed to employ every actor that has ever come to New York, and the subject has been ripe with parody amongst NYC comedians whose only big break was being "brother of the victim" in one of the show's many incarnations.
But who could blame the public for poking fun at the dinosaur? Law and Order is 19 years old, meaning that the episode where Philip Seymor Hoffman plays a rich college asshole probably took place around the time PSH was actually in college. Scary! That man is ageless!
So is NBC finally sending America's favorite two-sided justice system melodrama out to the pasture for permanent syndication? Or does Mr. Big Chris Noth have one more shot at a comeback?
HOLLYWOOD NOW LITERALLY RUBBING OUT DIFFERENCES "What was the last nail in the coffin [for Sarah Jessica Parker's recently removed chin mole]? … Insiders say the mole may have … required digital retouching to make it less noticeable during those tender love scenes with Mr. Big (Chris Noth) [in Sex and the City: The Movie]."
The casting of insanely hot Michaela McManus as Law & Order: SVU’s new assistant district attorney isn’t the franchise’s only major casting news. The spin-off Criminal Intent also has a roster change up — and it’s a doozy. Having cashed another decent pay day with Sex and the City and not liking the request to take a pay freeze instead of an increase, Chris Noth is ditching the TV show, where he plays Det. Mike Logan and has, since leaving the original Law & Order when it started 18 years ago before returning to CI, split his screen time with Vincent D’Onofrio, who swapped in every other episode. But Criminal Intent, whose ratings had NBC Universal moving the new episodes of the series off NBC proper and on to USA, isn’t moving to a standard format with only one set of regular detectives — Noth has a successor. And you might know him from a little movie called Jurassic Park.
It has descended upon us: The Sex and the City movie premiered last night in New York City, much to the delight of … Eli Manning? He was one of the guests in attendance, for reasons unknown, at the type of over-the-top shindig that should only be reserved for stuff like the second coming of Xenu.
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BIG/DADDY "Chris Noth and long-time girlfriend Tara Wilson have welcomed a son, a rep for the actor confirms…Orion Christopher Noth was born in Los Angeles on Friday, and weighed 7 lbs., 10 oz."
Sex and the Criminal Intent star Chris Noth and longtime live-in girlfriend Tara Wilson are expecting a baby, according to Page Six. Reportedly, Wilson is five months pregnant with the couple's first child. Noth and his lady friend have no plans to marry, thereby making their relationship doubly hard for slow ultraconservatives to stomach.
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Let's see: We've got a quirky purse, an indifferent Big, a distinct belt, ostensibly expensive heels, a black car (to be chauffeured) and a bright autumn day. What a picturesque background for him to become ungrateful and distant. He's still better than Aidan, though. (You have no idea how well I'm going to shield my face when renting this movie. Yes, renting.)
Chris Noth, who will forever be remembered as Mr Big by menopausal basket cases who try to smell him in Starbucks, has officially signed on to reprise his role in the Sex and the City movie. Noth's re-up comes after weeks of deliberation on the part of the movie's executive producer, whose bitchy, emotionally unstable friends tried intensely to convince her that Noth wasn't right for the part.
Now that Kim Cattrall of Mannequin fame, pictured here last month in London, has finally signed on to star in the Sex and the City movie, producers and cast alike wait to hear whether or not the show's menfolk will agree to star in the film.
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Dear Carrie,
I can't remember if it was during one of your bitching sessions with Miranda or Charlotte or one of your bitching sessions with Stanford or one of your bitching sessions in your column or one of your internal monologue bitching sessions that people could actually hear, but at some point on the boat ride in the stormy ocean of stupidly expensive shoes and bitching that is dating you, I came to one undeniable conclusion: Fuck this.
I like Aidan now. He and I are getting fat in Hawaii and playing with cool birds. And guess what: no bitching!
See you never,
Mr. Big (Do you even know my real name?)
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