Lipstick Jungle, the NBC Sex and the City-style show that's still in danger of being axed from the network's prime-time lineup, must be getting really desperate to create a buzz. On the show's "behind the scenes" YouTube channel, a video just went up with this caption: "Oh. My God. You're NEVER gonna believe what I caught on the set of Lipstick Jungle!!! Robert Buckley AKA Kirby OUT OF CONTROL!!! AND HOTTER THEN EVER!! GRRRR!!!"
Uh, no. We're not going to complain about Robert Buckley stripping down to his skivvies, but this is so painfully set up and awkward that we can't help but roll our eyes. How did this one show get so out of touch with reality?
In a ballsy move that surely signals the beginning of the end of How I Met Your Mother, Kim Kardashian has been recruited by the shows producers to appear alongside Heidi Montag and Spencer Pratt in an upcoming episode.
The ep, tentatively called "Benefits," is about Marshall's (Jason Segel) inability to poop at work.
I'm told Marshall carries a copy of Them Weekly with him when he's heading to the bathroom. Kim, Heidi, Spencer and lord knows which other tabloid faves will speak to Marshall from the cover of Them in a dream sequence. They presumably pop up to mock and laugh and make Marshall feel generally silly.
Sounds like a nightmare. Not just the episode plot — this whole publicity stunt. We cry for you, HIMYM.
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Magical tool David Blaine is pulling every excuse out of thin air for his failed stunt Wednesday night. First it was George W. Bush's fault (well, everything is, really). Now it's Mother Nature's fault, because she had the audacity to ruin his plans for "the most amazing ending for a stunt ever" (his words, not ours) with high winds.
Blaine said his grand finale of diving from a platform 44 feet to the ground while attached to a harness didn't go according to plan. He was supposed to jump and, at 10 feet, be swept away by a bunch of helium-filled balloons. Instead, he dangled awkwardly for a moment before disappearing in an ascent into the night sky.
Blaine said ABC, which aired the event in a two-hour special called David Blaine: Dive of Death, had encouraged him not to dive because of high winds. 'I wasn't going to let everybody down, so I just jumped, and somehow the guys with the balloons made it work, and they pulled me slowly up and I went over into the park and they pulled me down,' he said.
He went on to add that he knew the stunt had failed when his friends called him afterward to ask what happened because they were confused. DB? Those aren't your friends. That was every American idiot who sat through your ABC special. Don't get the two confused.
Hey, remember when David Blaine failed at pulling off a stupid publicity stunt? And then, instead of admitting he's just a starved-for-attention loser, he blamed the country's biggest idiot?
Um, what the hell just happened? No, seriously. I have never been more confused and at a loss for words than I am at this very moment.
I chose to witness the David Blaine Dive of Death from the comfort of my living room instead of trekking over to Central Park to hang out with Crazy Jennifer. The ABC special lasted over two hours — packed with filler and the host's false claims that David had stayed in an upside-down position for 60 hours — and Blaine still couldn't complete his stunt in time. He performed some of his world-famous card tricks, he caught a bullet in (a metal cup in) his mouth, and then he performed the Dive of Death. This DoD was never fully explained, so the DB-hating roommate and I just sat staring at the screen in utter confusion as he dove from a 44-foot-high platform while attached to a harness. He got stuck about halfway down and then was lifted back into the air. This is where things got really weird: The production crew flickered the lights on and off a few times and then cut away from David in the air, claiming he "vanished into the night." And … credits.
You know, I might have been willing to forgive David for his lack of a stunt if it ended in something truly awesome, but this? This was a waste of my time and could have been performed by a 5-year-old. I'm still confused.
[Video will be added as it is made available, but trust me ... if you stare at a dripping faucet for over two hours it will be infinitely more entertaining.]
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Upon hearing that David Blaine would idiotically be hanging upside down over Central Park for three days and two nights, I dispatched my lovely roommate Sara to witness the spectacle during her lunch break. Among her findings: "David Blaine is SUCH a little cheater."
Turns out the whole promise of hanging upside down for 60 hours straight failed to include the times he stretches his body horizontally and then stands straight up, on his own two feet, for multiple check-ups. Oh, and the whole suspension thing is a joke: Most of the time he's hovering over the ground, chatting with tourists and bystanders. So this — "he will hang upside down above New York's Central Park for three days and two nights … suspended six stories up on a highwire" — is totally false. Go figure.
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David Blaine and Donald Trump slimed around Trump Tower today in NYC to announce David's stupid new stunt, where he will hang upside down like a bat for days. For more self-satisfied smirks, click through. CONTINUED »
Arriving in our mailbox this morning was this reminder that, exactly six months ago today, an actor who was not Heath Ledger died:
Hello! :)
I am a huge fan of the late Brad Renfro. Today, Tuesday, July 15th, marks 6 months since Brad's untimely passing. Is there anyway that you could mention something in honor of Brad on the anniversary of his death? This is a significant and sad day for Brad's family, friends, and fans who loved him dearly, and as a fan, I think it would be so nice to see someone in the media actually pay respect to him on this day of remembrance.
And we were totally ready to whip up a couple lines of copy noting Renfro's half death-day … until we got to the second paragraph of the email:
Bonnie Fuller, queen wasp of the wretched hive that is the tabloid world, shares this news in Advertising Age today: Madonna and Alex Rodriguez's very public love affair, which tore apart the latter's marriage, has been going on for more than half a year. Also – and if this is true it's unbelievably insidious – the whole thing might be little more than a publicity ploy in which Rodriguez is getting played!
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OH, OF COURSE THEY ARE "Gary Coleman and his disgruntled bride Shannon Price are thinking about getting divorced. Gary … is taking this matter straight to Divorce Court. He’s reportedly looking for a little guidance from Judge Toler in hopes of saving the marriage before it’s too late. … Look for their Divorce Court segment to air on May 1st." Keep in mind that gays and lesbians in this country still can't get married, because the sanctity of the institution is just too precious.
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