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U2’s Edge, Sam Moore, NeYo, Josh Groban Help Raise $3.4 Mil for Cancer Research

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Denise Rich started having her annual Angel Ball back in 1999–and it was wild. Those with long memories will recall the party for 1500 people at the Sheraton in midtown. The computer lists for seating were lost. Geraldo Rivera took the mic on the stage and instructed everyone–including hundreds of A listers– to sit wherever they happened to be standing. The room included everyone from Goldie Hawn to Bill Clinton to Fergie and Milton Berle–who did the funniest 15 minute set ever. He was over 90.

Flashforward ten years: on Thursday night Denise filled 55 Wall Street aka Cipriani Wall Street. She raised $3.4 million more for cancer research and her Gabrielle’s Angel Foundation, named for her late daughter. And she had plenty of help: she honored U2 guitarist extraordinaire the Edge and his wife Morleigh whose young daughter has miraculously survived leukemia.

And the Edge paid back by jumping on stage with soul legend Sam Moore for a rave up on Ben E. King‘s “Stand by Me” that people are still talking about. This was right after Moore tore down the house with his classic, “When Something is Wrong with My Baby.” Then comedian Chris Tucker jumped on stage to dance, spin, and jump during a “Soul Man” that brought everyone on the dance floor. By the time The Edge had strapped on his guitar, Cipriani was rockin’ as never before.

There were some other performers, too, whom you might have heard of: Josh Groban played the piano, and sang a couple of arias; singer Shontelle sang her top 40 hit, and then Ne Yo, the R&Bsensation of the 2000s, wowed the crowd with songs from his new album next month.

All these people had a lot of heavyweights to impress including Clive Davis, Rosie Perez, Petra Nemcova, Vera Wang, Russell Simmons, Anthony Kennedy Shriver, and “Survivor” winner Ethan Zohn who spoke movingly about surviving something else–cancer.  Cipriani’s was also decorated in pieces by famed artist Romero Britto.

The Edge, meanwhile, turned out to be a godsend: not only did he play with Sam Moore, but two different people bid $80,000 apiece to get a backstage tour of a U2 concert with him.

Mad Men Is Gone from Sundays, So “Look”

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A few years ago, there was a little seen film that I really liked called “Look.” Adam Rifkin had put together a whole film based on footage from surveillance cameras. It was kind of an insane real life “Candid Camera.”

So surprise! Showtime turned it into a series even though they don’t really list it on their website or mention it anywhere. It’s like a stealth TV series, on Sunday nights at midnight. If you can’t stay up that late, then just set the DVR. You’ll become addicted to it quickly.

There are only 11 episodes for the first season, and this week is number 3. Here are two of the promos. Don’t miss it!

Velvet Underground Redux: Tammy Faye Starlite Is Here

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It’s become a cliché, to say of an actor who portrays a famous personage with jawdropping precision, that he or she is that person. And so it is with Tammy Faye Starlite, the infamous born-again Christian country music evangelist, whose Triple-X, virulently anti-Semitic shtick can leave audiences sore from laughing so long as their taste for outrage is without limit.

But the brilliant Starlite, who in reality is a former Yeshiva student, has rested the Starlite character to embody the very real Nico, the legendary German rock chanteuse most famous for three songs on the Velvet Underground’s historic Andy Warhol-co-produced 1967 debut album “The Velvet Underground & Nico,” and seven ensuing studio albums recorded before her death in 1988 after a bicycle accident.

Starlite premiered her tribute “Chelsea Mädchen” (titled after Warhol’s 1966 film “Chelsea Girls,” which she starred in; “Chelsea Girl” also being the titletrack of her 1967 debut solo album), at Joe’s Pub in July, winning over skeptic Danny Fields. Nico’s friend, Fields facilitated her signing to Elektra Records in the late 1960s and is justly famous, too, for managing The Ramones and working closely with other rock icons including The Stooges and The Doors.

Fields didn’t think anyone could capture the essence of Nico–and therefore shouldn’t even try. But after seeing her initial Joe’s Pub performance of “Chelsea Mädchen,” he gave her his invaluable imprimatur.

“It was like receiving holy manna!” Starlite told me prior to her “Chelsea Mädchen” presentation last night at Theater 80 St. Marks (part of the annual East Village HOWL! Festival benefiting the Actor’s Fund). “He invited me over to listen to a tape of a phone conversation with her in 1971, and you could hear the pleading in her voice even at that point. She wasn’t destitute yet, but seemed to have an enormous gaping need that I think was filled by drugs.”

Drugs indeed. Nico was a notorious junkie, not at all surprising considering one of the key songs on “The Velvet Underground & Nico” is “Heroin.” But Lou Reed sang that one. On the record–and in the show–Starlite sang Nico’s Reed-written tracks: “Femme Fatale,” “All Tomorrow’s Parties,” and “I’ll Be Your Mirror.”

“Lou never liked me for what my people did to his people,” Nico/Starlite said after “I’ll Be Your Mirror.” “I can’t make love to Jews anymore!”

Knowing audience members tittered at the tie-in to her Tammy Faye shows, but it was likely indirect for most of the spoken-word parts of  “Chelsea Mädchen” were scripted from actual transcripts of Nico interviews and various music books and biographies; in the show they take the form of a Q&A with an actor portraying an Australian journalist, whose casual demeanor and attire (he wears a Led Zepp t-shirt, as he’s particularly fascinated with Nico’s early collaboration with Jimmy Page) are diametrically opposite to the monotonic-speaking Nico, dressed in all white at the start of the show, then in black after a brief entr’acte midway.

The costume change, during which the band jams on The Velvets’ “I’m Waiting For The Man,” is a revamp from the Joe’s Pub version, and was designed to distinguish between the early Velvets side of Nico’s career and her solo, addicted stage.

“I’m trying to convey her intelligence and power,” said Starlite, who became enamored of Nico in her teens after reading a bio of Warhol superstar Edie Sedgwick--the subject of “Femme Fatale”–and buying a Nico cassette. Like many other artists she was enthralled by Nico’s enigmatic voice and supernatural beauty.

“She had this constant inner monolog going on, that in some genius, nonlinear Jungian collective unconsciousness way was strangely calculated and related to whatever was going on at the time,” Starlite continued. “She showed no sentimentality or frills or trills or vocal tricks, and was all very straight on, singing from inside. So there was nothing false in what she did, no caving into commercialism–which I admire about her so much.”

Starlite performed other songs associated with Nico’s solo career, including Bowie’s “Heroes,” Rodgers and Hart’s “My Funny Valentine,” Dylan’s “I’ll Keep It With Mine” and The Doors’ “The End,” ending with “Deutschland Über Alles.” She maintained Nico’s intensity throughout, even when hampered by a momentary feedback problem, and an annoying flying insect–at which she glared, ever in character.

“It was a pinpoint performance,” Fields kvelled afterwards, then hastily amended, “not that pinpoint!” He was especially thrilled to hear “Deutschland Über Alles” “with all the right words.”

Starlite returns to Joe’s Pub with “Chelsea Mädchen” this Monday, October 25th.  She hopes to take the show to Broadway a la Valerie Harper’s recent “Looped” enactment of Tallulah Bankhead–and doesn’t at all mind that Nico is hardly a household name. Then again, that’s the point.

Tyler Perry’s New Movie Murdered by Critics–Two Weeks Early

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Tyler Perry — multi tasking movie maker– has never been a critics’ darling. But still…

For some reason, two weeks ahead of schedule, the Hollywood trade papers decided to murder Perry’s new movie this morning.

Perry adapted Ntozake Shange‘s “For Colored Girls,” with an all star cast featuring Janet Jackson, Phylicia Rashad, and Thandie Newton. The original play was a string of poems that depicted the lives of black women in the 1970s.

The movie doesn’t open until November 5th–in two weeks– but still both Variety and The Hollywood Reporter published their reviews today. And they killed it. Kirk Honeycutt, the famed Reporter reviewer, called “For Colored Girls” — “a train wreck.”

The Variety reviewer didn’t like it, but no one can read that review since it’s behind a pay wall. He said it was a step back for Perry, but that it was also ambitious. But then he also said it very bad.

So much for awards attention, etc. But the question is, why go out so early just to kill this film? And, really, it’s the only film this Oscar season with black actors. Unlike last year, with “Precious,” this Oscar season is pretty much a white wedding. Even “The Social Network” casts a Latin American character with a British actor.

But the studio must have wanted early publicity. This week Perry appeared on “Oprah” in a quasi-psychiatric session that instead of promoting the movie, turned into an exploration of how he’d been abused as a child. It was terrible for Perry, and maybe helpful to those in the audience. But the oversharing didn’t do much to promote the movie per se.

Mel Gibson Rejected by Cast, Crew for “Hangover 2”

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For a few days this week, a rumor ran wild that Mel Gibson would make a cameo appearance in “The Hangover 2.”

Everyone got excited that Mel would play a tattoo artist. “A very important role,” was the word. It would do for Mel whatever being in “Tropic Thunder” did for Tom Cruise.

It was supposedly all signed and sealed.

Then director Todd Phillips announced late yesterday that his cast and crew didn’t want Mel. He was out.

Gosh, what could be their problem? Only one cast member, as far as I can tell, is Jewish. And there are no major female roles.

Maybe they just all objected on general grounds that he’s a horrible guy with terrible baggage. Maybe no one looked forward to sitting through junket press interviews in which Mel berated the questioners. Who knows? It’s just that these people demonstrated excellent judgment.

I’m going like this movie a lot.

Julia Roberts, Welcome to Our Fine Little Street

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Well, you never know what’s going to happen around here in Greenwich Village.

According to the New York Post’s Jennifer Gould Keil, Julia Roberts is moving in across the street from me.

Yes, she’s bought the penthouse in the only big

apartment house, a neo modern structure that replaced, many decades ago, a famous artists studio.

I’m thinking of putting a sign on our roof: “Welcome, Pretty Woman!”

As such, Julia comes to a block that has gone from shabby chic 30 years to ago to abundantly well to do. When she moves in, we’ll send her a cake from the Jefferson Market, and introduce her to the guys at Jerri’s Dry Cleaners. We also have a very good shoe repair, and a Tasti D Lite at the corner. Her kids are just the right age for Sweetie Pie, a kind of ice cream parlor, over on Greenwich Avenue.

Years ago, Kathleen Turner lived on the block. Since then we’ve had celeb-types, but no really big movie stars. We did have an unfortunate suicide a few weeks ago, the infamous Lisa Steinberg-Hedda Nussbaum-Joel Steinberg murder case, and another murder, of a magazine editor by her husband. And Ronald Reagan Jr. lived here during the first four years of his father’s administration.

Otherwise, not much going on here on our sleepy block.

Maybe they’ll rename Rays Original Pizza, Mystic Pizza!

Michael Douglas’s Oscar Chances: The Talk Continues

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I can only surmise that both Michael Cieply and Pete Hammond have been reading this column. They’ve each started squawking about Michael Douglas‘s Oscar situation.

As readers of this column know, I’ve been flogging Douglas’s performance in “Solitary Man” since I saw it in Toronto in September 2009. If Anchor Bay will do something, Douglas will get a Best Actor nomination. His likely colleagues in that category are Colin Firth, James Franco, and some combination of Ryan Gosling, Leonardo DiCaprio, Paul Giamatti, or Jesse Eisenberg.

For “Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps” there was never any idea that Michael would be put in Best Actor. He was always going to go in Best Supporting Actor. That was known from the outset, which makes the latest discussion of it so funny. It’s not news. Shia LaBeouf is the lead actor in that movie. It’s quite possible that Douglas will wind up in the Supporting category with Geoffrey Rush, Andrew Garfield and Dustin Hoffman (he’s great in “Barney’s Version”).

All the Oscar pundits are coming out of the woodwork. It’s that time of year. Very few of them know what they’re talking about, and they waste a lot of time speculating about things that aren’t going to happen. It makes me impatient. It’s why I don’t listen much to call in shows on sports radio. Play the game, already.

Ten movies for Best Picture are five too many. But we’re stuck with this new format. So far we’ve got “The Social Network,” “The King’s Speech,” “127 Hours,” and “The Town” as really deserving of nominations. “Blue Valentine” is a possibility. “Shutter Island” should be revived. “Inception” is a strong candidate, even though no one understood it. Not to be toyed with: “Toy Story 3.” I thought it was brilliant. Many others do, as well.

Anyway, do rent, buy or download “Solitary Man.” It’s the lost gem of the year.

James Franco Preps Feature Film Directing Debut

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Book publishing isn’t always a snore. Take, for example, James Franco‘s reading last night at the Barnes & Noble on Warren Street. It was such a hit that Franco wound up reading not one but two short stories–30 pages in all. If the largely female audience had prevailed, Franco would still be there now. That’s because he signed 400 copies of his “Palo Alto” collection in one hour, and spoke to everyone who showed up.

Later, Franco’s agent, Richard Abate, co-hosted a small dinner for Franco with Showbiz411.com at the Waverly Inn with his famed editor/publisher Nan Graham of Scribner’s, and another prosperous author–Chuck Hogan, whose novel “Prince of Thieves” became Ben Affleck‘s great movie, “The Town.”

A lot of the talk at the table was about Franco’s load of school work. And his amazing work out put! Guess what? While waiting for Danny Boyle‘s “127 Hours” and going to Yale, Franco is going to start shooting his own feature film in two weeks. He’s written a script from a biography of poet Hart Crane called “The Broken Tower.” Franco will direct from his script in and around the New York area. At least one actor has been mentioned for the cast: Oscar nominee Michael Shannon, who is also going into an Off Broadway play soon.

How’s he going to do it? I don’t know. I’m exhausted thinking about it. Here’s a clue: at dinner every one had a glass of wine, and Nan Graham — a highly respected literary editor– made a beautiful toast. Franco had a Diet Coke. He was also first to leave, literally wiping sleep from his eyes while the rest of the table chatted away. So he’s human, and smart.

PS I really liked Chuck Hogan. What a nice guy, from the Boston suburbs, but completely devoid of the Boston accent that marks his characters. He was a little envious of Franco’s female following at the book store. “Most of my readers are guys,” he told me. “That’s great, but…” When he heard that “someone” popular named Blake Lively was a fan a couple of years ago, he was thrilled to find out Blake was a “She” not a “he”!

With “The Town” and “127 Hours” headed to Oscar land this winter, what a table! And in the main at the Waverly: Sarah Jessica Parker and Matthew Broderick with pal, actor John Benjamin Hickey–he’s a hit playing Laura Linney’s brother on “The Big C.”

Mariah Carey, Glowing, Launches New Xmas Album with Mom as Special Guest

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Mariah Carey launched many new things last night at the Allen Room at Jazz Lincoln Center: her new album, which features-surprise–her mom, Patricia as a stunning operatic guest vocalist.

Carey also –even though she made no announcement–showed off her pretty obvious pregnant self. She glowed as she took the stage in a kind of black teddy design of a maternity dress. Then she brought out husband Nick Cannon and he glowed. Photographers took pictures and didn’t need flash. It came from the couple.

Island Def Jam’s L.A. Reid introduced the album, “Merry Christmas II You,” which is “available” on November 2nd. (He noted that you can’t say “in stores” anymore since there aren’t many.) Reid kicked off the listening session before Carey arrived since she was late–let’s face it, she’s always late and everyone knows it. But by the time he finished playing several tracks, Mariah and Nick had arrived and all was good.

In the audience: Marc Shaiman, the great Broadway composer, who helped give Mariah arrangements, orchestrations, and new songs that make her notable eight octave voice sound terrific. Also on hand: Gayle King, and Mariah’s phalanx of agents and lawyers.

On stage, Mariah joked about working long hours, and gave thanks to missing producer Randy Jackson.”He’s off working on some show,” she joked about “American Idol.”

And about the album: those who counted Mariah out after the disappointing sales of her last CD, guess what? She’s back. From the Phil Spectorish remake of her classic holiday song “All I Want for Christmas Is You” to Shaiman’s lush, gorgeous “Christmas Time is in the Air,” Mariah nails the whole thing. Her voice has never sounded better. There’s a nod to A Charlie Brown Christmas with a sample of Vince Guaraldi‘s Peanuts music mashed up with “Christmas Time is Here.” I loved the funky R&B version of “Here Comes Santa Claus” mixed up with a Chic sample courtesy of Nile Rodgers.

As for the big ‘white elephant’ in the room: as Mariah conveyed to this column several weeks ago, she’s superstitious about discussing the pregnancy. That’s fine. You can tell how happy she is! Meanwhile, she’s doing a Christmas TV special on December 12th–and there will be no denying it then.

Start knitting those baby booties.

All pictures c 2010 Showbiz411.com

Jodie Foster Loses Her Mind Completely About Mel Gibson

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Jodie Foster has completely lost her mind. What a shame. All that Yale education out the window.

Mel Gibson is truly the most loved man in the film business,” she told Extra on the red carpet. “So hopefully that stands for something.”

http://tinyurl.com/3xrsodq

Oh, Jodie. Mel Gibson, my dear, is just under Tom Sizemore on the list of Least Loved Man in the Film Business.

Most loved?

You tell me.

Tom Hanks, George Clooney, Clint Eastwood, Robert Downey Jr. come to mind right away. Ron Howard, Steven Spielberg, Martin Scorsese, among directors. Fans love John Travolta, no matter what.

Mel Gibson was sued, Jodie, by the writer of “The Passion of the Christ.” Did you not watch that episode of the Mel Gibson soap opera? This was for the movie that made him hundreds of millions of dollars, considered anti-Semitic and extremely violent.

Before Oksana and the tapes and that whole scandal. He was such a nice guy. You know, forget the DUI and the anti-Semitic and racist remarks. Forget attacking reporters verbally during the promotion for his last movie–and on camera, no less. Forget the fact that just about no one will work with him, and that you are saddled with an unrelease-able movie in which he plays a man who’s got a beaver puppet stuck on his mitt.

I’m pretty sure none of the men mentioned above have had lawsuits that started this way:

“When Ben agreed to write the screenplay for The Passion for Mel Gibson, he became ensnarled, unbeknownst to him, in a conspiracy of ongoing fraud…”

http://www.aolcdn.com/tmz_documents/0211_mel_gibson_wm.pdf

So, hmmm…what do women want exactly? I don’t think this.