July 17, 2010 |
I don't believe in ghosts, but I will believe your ghost story. I won't regard it as a lie or a delusion or offer any logical explanations for what you say you saw. I don't believe in ghosts, but I do believe in stories, and a good one will make the hair on my neck stand on end however much it runs counter to how I think the world works. There is a show on Bio, a.k.a. the Biography Channel, called "Celebrity Ghost Stories." It begins its second season Saturday night, returning like Jacob Marley to haunt your television set. It is not the ghosts who are the celebrities, I should point out, though that would be a pretty interesting program if you could book it. (Imagine the green room.
June 10, 2010
'The Green Room With Paul Provenza' Where: Showtime When: 10:30 p.m. Friday Rating: TV-MA-L (may be unsuitable for children under the age of 17 with an advisory for coarse language)
June 10, 2010 |
As with backstage conversation of any sort, there's a lot of showboating and petty complaints on Showtime's "The Green Room With Paul Provenza." This being a gathering of comedians, there's also plenty of the outrageously offensive — as Provenza, director of the notorious dirty joke film "The Aristocrats," invites viewers to his show, he warns those who "have ever been offended by anything" to stay away. But for every story that peters out, there are moments of insight, thought-provoking debates and hilarious anecdotes.
February 18, 2009 |
What are you going to do the day after the Oscars? Go to the Urth Caffe for breakfast, do the Oprah show, and then go to Japan to open "Australia." I love Oprah. She was the first person to ring me when I got the job. She called and said, "Gayle and I are so excited we're jumping up and down." -- What's the best Oscar party you've ever been to? One thrown by Patrick Whitesell and Scott Stuber. It's the only real party I've been to in Hollywood. It didn't start until 2:30 a.m.
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January 28, 2009 |
For David Foster Wallace, he was one of "the Great Male Narcissists." Martin Amis declared that the last section of his 1989 memoir "Self-Consciousness" was "to my knowledge the best thing yet written on what it is like to get older: age, and the only end of age." Nicholson Baker celebrated his "assured touch, [his] adjectival resourcefulness." But for me, the lasting image of John Updike, who died Tuesday of lung cancer at age 76, is as a self-described "freelancer," who produced a nearly endless stream of book reviews, novels, stories, poems and occasional pieces -- more than 60 volumes' worth -- because he felt he'd be forgotten if he didn't keep his name in print.
May 16, 2008 |
ON A BALMY evening this week, the crowd at billionaire Ron Burkle's Beverly Hills estate was a mixture of high-level academia and high-level Hollywood, none higher than Robert Redford, actor, director, Sundance guru and the industry's uber-environmental activist. Serious gatherings like this at Burkle's begin with a Champagne reception in the foyer, an intimately lavish space where presidents, generals, senators and Los Angeles' moneyed elite mingle and discuss the pressing issues of the day.