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Exclusive: Sean Penn Will Play 7th President Andrew Jackson in Mini-Series for History Channel, Infamous for Relocating Indian Nation

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Sean Penn is certainly getting into TV these days.

He’s about to appear in a Hulu series called “The First” in which he’ll play the first astronaut to set foot on Mars. Of course, Matt Damon’s already been there, but please don’t tell Sean that. He’ll see Matt’s farm and tent when he arrives.

But now I can tell you that a long-aborning project has come together for Penn at The History Channel. This is a mini-series about President Andrew Jackson that was supposed to be for HBO. But I’m told it’s moved to The History Channel. The famed playwright and short story writer Donald Margulies is writing the script.

Jackson was the 7th president, following John Quincy Adams, whom he defeated. He served 8 years from 1829 to 1837.

His history is marked by great ups and downs, illnesses and scandals. His presidency’s biggest and longest lasting disaster was the moving of Native Americans from their land — the Indian Removal Act– in 1830. His story is rich with horrible things that should give Sean plenty of scenery to chew on– Emmy Awards here we come!

“American Lion” is based on the book of the same name by Jon Meacham.

 

Sean Spicer’s New Book Has Lots of Hype, Protests, But Sales Fall Flat, Already out of Top 300

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Sean Spicer’s hype is bigger than his reality.

Spicey, as he came to known on “Saturday Night Live,” just published a memoir to cash in on his short stint with the Trump Administration. “The Briefing: Politics, The Press, and The President” was published on Tuesday by Regnery, the conservative publishing company everyone in real publishing ignores.

Immediately, Spicey was bombarded with protests. Book signings had to be cancelled. He won’t be invited anytime soon to Michael’s to celebrate.

But the real issue is that “The Briefing” isn’t selling. It’s stuck at number 325 now on amazon.com after a short stint hovering near number 100. Reviews on amazon.com from readers aren’t very encouraging either.

The Kindle edition e-book isn’t faring well, either. It’s sitting at 1,406.

Meanwhile, Spicey’s old friend and White House colleague, Omarosa Manigault, she the butt of jokes from “The Apprentice,” will try her hand at bilking the public with her own book next month. Who would waste their money on this fiction? I guess we’ll see.

CBS Braces for Chaos as The New Yorker Prepares to Publish Les Moonves #MeToo Shocker

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Six months ago I was told that the New Yorker and maybe the New York Times were working on #metoo pieces about CBS chairman Les Moonves.

Every few weeks there was a whisper one of the stories was coming. Then there was silence again.

Now Kim Masters reports that The New Yorker piece by Ronan Farrow is about to hit the world. The New Yorker website will probably crash. CBS stock is already down.

Is the story real? Or is just part of the corporate nuclear war between Moonves and Shari Redstone? Stay tuned…

 

“Hello, Dolly!” with Bette Midler Offers Huge Discounts, But Telecharge Can’t Make the Transaction

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Yes, pigs have flown. “Hello, Dolly!” with Bette Midler is deep discounting tickets.

I told you last week that there were quite a few seats available in all sections for Bette Midler’s final five week run as Dolly. The seats are on the side, in the back, but they’re fine. “Dolly!” is a big show. You can see it from anywhere in the theater.

Then came the notice on BroadwayBox.com via email: there were deep discounts on those remaining seats. You could pay $139 and be sitting just a few feet away from someone who spent upwards of $600.

Telecharge is offering the deal, and you can make progress on their site up to a point. Just after you click on the new price, a page comes saying “We’re sorry, we’re having a problem with this feature of the site right now. Please try again.”

Good luck. Do we still have a Federal Trade Commission? That deal is supposed to be good through August 16th. And now it’s gone.

 

Tom Cruise: Without the “Mission Impossible” Series, He Wouldn’t Be a Movie Star

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Tom Cruise is the biggest movie star in the world. That’s what they say.

Actually, without the “Mission Impossible” series, Cruise would not be a movie star. He is definitely not an actor who can open a film. Other than the “Mission Impossible” movies, Cruise’s films open poorly and don’t hit $100 million. “Edge of Tomorrow” just made the magic number because the studio left it in theaters until it had whiskers.

The new “MI: Fallout” made $6 million last night, and may go on to have the biggest opening weekend of all the movies in the series. But basically, Cruise’s career will now be defined historically by playing Ethan Hunt, and by doing his own stunts.

This chart is from boxofficemojo.com:

 

 

Non Scoop: Is Anna Wintour Leaving Vogue? I Asked Her, And These Are Some Examples of Her Response

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I did run into Anna Wintour last night at the opening of “Head over Heels,” one of the worst Broadway musicals in years. At intermission she was standing not too far from me, an inch or two away, and we’ve known each other for many years. I said, “Anna,” and she turned around, and we kind of shook hands. I said only these words after ‘Hello’: “So, are you leaving Vogue?”

She was not sporting her trademark sunglasses, but she was wearing a nice sun dress, which might have been red. She definitely saw red as the question left my mouth. But what else is there to say? And as the words reached her, her mouth opened slightly, her lips parted and she made a noise. The noise was “Fuh.” It wasn’t short for you know, F you. It was just like “Fuh,” with a look of distaste as if she knew she’d have to spit out a bad hors d’ouevre and didn’t see a plant nearby. “Fuh.” She turned on her heel (likely very expensive heel) and left me in the dirt.

I’ve looked through some gifs to get the right attitude. Here are some good ones:

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Broadway: Music of the Go-Go’s Is a Bad Fit for Mish Mash Musical Mistake “Head Over Heels”

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There isn’t much good to say about “Head Over Heels,” a show you will not see nor will many others once word spreads from last night’s opening.

A few years ago I happily reported that Donovan Leitch, a model-actor and son of the singer Donovan, and his pal Gwyneth Paltrow had optioned the music of the Go Go’s for a musical. It sounded like a fun idea. I thought they’d take the GoGo’s and groups like the B 52s and make a beach musical.

Why did I envision beach balls and so on?  The Go Gos only had a few hits, and they weren’t really written for a narrative spine to join them. One of them, “Our Lips Are Sealed,” came from an offshoot of The Specials, the famous UK ska group.

Well, somewhere along the way others stepped in and tried to build an adaptation a 16th century poem, “Arcadia,” around the songs. This could not be remotely in the same universe as the Go Go’s but no one says ‘no’ anymore.

“Head Over Heals” is “Springtime for Hitler.” I really thought at the end of Act 1 the producers would go over to Sardi’s, wait for the bad reviews, then keep the money they’d collected from the hundreds of bilked investors in the Hudson Theater.

Alas, there’s nothing as offensive as “Springtime for Hitler” in “Head Over Heels” but the show is an ungodly mess. I have no idea what its point was, what the heck was going on, or why anyone should care. Of the many performers, only Rachel York made sense as the Queen in what is essentially a trip to a Renaissance festival to see summer stock actors read corny lines.

I never say this, and I don’t want to cite anyone, but these are some of the worst voices I’ve ever heard on Broadway. Of the younger leads, Bonnie Milligan stood out, and Andrew Durand tried hard.

The audience was like a Halloween party in Greenwich Village, full of drag queens. Many guests took “festive” to mean over the top outrageous. There is, after all, a heavy theme of acceptance and gender non-bias in the story. That aspect was fun. In the audience, well known people included Anna Wintour (she runs Vogue magazine) and Gloria Steinem– not together. You knew things weren’t going well when the next to me, during Act 2, pulled out their phones and starting using them.

PS Only three of the GoGo’s showed for the opening. Belinda Carlisle has already seen it and headed back to her home in Bangkok (I didn’t know she lived here, don’t know why). The GoGo’s catalog is thin enough that the show had to be padded out by adding Belinda’s two solo hits– “Heaven” and “Mad About You.” Plus, the show had to license “Cool Jerk,” originally recorded by the Capitols, which I guess the Go-Go’s covered when, they, too ran out of material. PSS If anyone’s interested, I have the original single of “We Got the Beat” on Stiff Records– much better than the one that came out on A&M.

Theater: Renee Taylor of “The Nanny” Fame In One Woman Show That’s Like Patti Smith’s “Just Kids” Except with Marilyn Monroe as Sidekick

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Renee Taylor — you know her in this generation as Sylvia Fine, the mother of Nanny Fine  aka Fran Drescher in “The Nanny.” She ate, crabbed about her weight, and played up a nasal Brooklyn accent. She was hilarious.

But “The Nanny” was only the latest act for an actress and comedian who’s been around a long time– a long time. She was married for 52 years until his death last year to actor-writer-director Joe Bologna. They were one of Hollywood’s favorite couples, renewing their vows every five years. They made movies together and won awards for “Lovers and Other Strangers” and “Made for Each Other,” among others.

Taylor’s career is now display in her one woman at the Theater at St. Clements– six performances a week. She’s 85 years old, so she gets to sit in a comfy chair to tell her story called “My Life on a Diet” which is kind of the funny reverse version of “Heartburn.” Instead of recipes, there are diets, instead of philandering, there’s a long marriage punctuated by some successful attempts to lose weight — even though it is not her natural state. On her honeymoon, Taylor confessed to Bologna that she couldn’t keep up the appearance of being thin–she was already hungry and ready to consume a lot if she became distressed or unhappy.

Her story is the Jewish-actress on the rise in the late 1950s version of Patti Smith’s “Just Kids.” Just as Sam Shepard unexpectedly became a recurring character in that story, in this one it’s Marilyn Monroe and Lee Strasberg. Taylor joined the Actors Workshop around 1960 and became great pals with the pair of now famed thespians, as well as many others. They became recurring motifs in the story of her younger days, right up there with her mother and father, real characters whom I now feel like I know all too well.

Taylor’s saga– it’s so bizarrely funny and rich with detail–is one for the show biz books. By the time her 90 minute spiel is over you get a full picture about an ambitious girl who “had a big appetite” (an observation from her father -in-law) conquered Hollywood. “My Life on a Diet” must be recorded for an audio book– Taylor’s comic timing is as good as Jackie Mason. She can get a joke over the net like Serena Williams on ambush, you’re laughing and don’t realize what happened.

Last night’s opening at St. Clements and then at Sardi’s was full of adoring altercockers many of whom have lived the life alongside Taylor, all legends who are over a certain age and look (and act) like they’re whippersnappers: Elaine May, Marlo Thomas and Phil Donahue, Joyce van Patten, and best of all, Lee Grant, who should be studied by scientists. A nonagenarian, the Oscar winning actress, filmmaker, director is bouncing around like she’s half her age. I’ll have what she’s having!

Exclusive: Bad Rap for DefJam Founder Russell Simmons: RUSH Philanthropic Has Vanished, Questions About Finances

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Last week in the Hamptons there was a glaring omission on the social calendar: the annual Art for Life gala hosted by Russell Simmons. One of three events given every year by Rush Philanthropic, Art for Life was always a fun affair held in a gigantic corporate tent hoisted up on a potato field near the water in Southampton. The only thing wrong with it, in my opinion, was that they only served vegetarian food. Simmons is an avowed vegetarian.

But now, with Simmons– the founder of DefJam Records–under many legal clouds, MIA and likely in Bali, there is no Art for Life. RUSH Philanthropic has disappeared. A board member, Coppy Holtzman, the founder of Charity Buzz, told me RUSH was “winding down.” He gave me a phone number and email for the person he said was still responsible for RUSH Philanthropic, Richard Smolovitz. But the number and email are no longer working.

Emails to the head of RUSH,  Tangie Murray, have gone unreturned as have emails to anyone else connected to RUSH.  (Murray was paid an average of $170,000 a year for at least three years to run RUSH.) As well, the phone number for their art gallery in Brooklyn  is disconnected. The number for RUSH in Manhattan rings to a voice mail that is full.

It’s Smolovitz’s name as Chairman on the RUSH Form 990 filed with the federal government. He also runs something called the Diamond Empowerment Fund, another not for profit whose motto is “Diamonds Do Good!” Simmons is on the board.

The most recent tax filing for Rush Philanthropic raises more questions than it could answer. For exampleL the Art for Life Hamptons gala held in the summer of 2016 had gross receipts of $1,197,100 dollars. But charged to that amount was $787,677 in “direct expenses.” What were those expenses, which were fairly huge? (It certainly wasn’t spent on food.) This means that only around $400,000 went to the charity. Each of the other two RUSH fundraisers that year also carried high “direct expenses” with no explanation.

There are more reports today about Simmons, who hasn’t been seen in New York since accusations of rape and lawsuits were leveled at him starting last year. The Hollywood Reporter says he’s closed his massive yoga studio in West Hollywood, and is selling all his local real estate. Will Simmons stay in Bali to avoid his legal problems? No one knows. But his social media has been turned over to aphorisms about love and peace. Namaste.

 

 

Review: In “Mission Impossible: Fallout” Tom Cruise Keeps All His Balls of Plutonium in the Air

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Of all the movie mega franchises, I love “Mission Impossible” the best. Lalo Schiffrin’s score is an aphrodisiac to me. And the rest may have something to do with the hero Tom Cruise as Ethan Hunt, a man of super capabilities who gets the job done. Whatever crazies animate him, he is willing and able to rescue a detonator from the edge of a rock cliff, hang from helicopters, and mess with equally crazy women.

The blond “widow” in “Mission Impossible: Fallout” makes Rebecca Ferguson’s Ilsa the picture of propriety, even when she, leather clad, races around Paris on a motorcycle in hot pursuit of Cruise and his posse: Ving Rhames’ Luther and Simon Pegg’s Benji and the nut job of a villain/ social anarchist (Sean Harris) that must lead them to the prize, three globe-like balls of Plutonium. We are saving the world here from crazies who believe, the more suffering, the greater the peace. Now I totally understand why chemical warfare on civilians is so necessary!

The director/co-writer Christopher McQuarrie addressed the packed all-media screening explaining, as if anyone did not know, that Tom Cruise does his own stunts. That introduction added to the visual pleasures at hand, but also the anxieties in that when ever Cruise jumped out of a helicopter, for example, that meant that a camera person was doing it with him only backwards. They had to hire a stuntman who knew how to take the footage but had to learn narrative techniques on the job, in multiple takes.

Cruise trained 16 hours/day for six weeks to get the required papers to man his own copter, which he did, and raced around Paris with a shattered ankle. Needless to say, he looks great doing it and is the consummate hero. Kudos, too, to Ferguson, Henry Cavill, Angela Bassett, in various places on the hero-villain spectrum, and to Alec Baldwin, who, despite always being Alec Baldwin, is just great! And the platinum blond (Vanessa Kirby, Princess Margaret to you “Crown” fans) as ambiguous morally as her hair color; though they flirt with a brush of a kiss, as if she is trying Cruise out, there’s no action here, unlike the fast pace of this 2 ½ hour film.

If only world peace were as simple as rescuing a detonator from the edge of a rock cliff!