With my trusty PVR, no show is too lame to at least test-drive. And why the hell not, right? Sure, PVR may be my crack, but with the plethora of new fall shows, it’s an absolute must.
In the Gala Green Room I brought a tall, leggy blond with me, figuring at least I’d get Mr Jude Law to look my way with such bait. But no dice. Others, yeah. But Jude was a no go. He came, he twinkled, he conquered. Again. And then he was gone, out to join his costars on stage
Honestly, a girl goes out to stalk her movie star boyfriend and returns to find a half-taped reality show. A half-taped reality show FINALE! Was it the PVR? Was it the network? Was it a sign? It couldn’t be the Universe’s way of telling me to get a life, ‘cuz the PVR lets me have a life and watch one too. Harumph.
Ladies and Gents, I bring you the First Annual Mother of All Mavens, Not-even-close-to-the-red-carpet, All-singin’, All-dancin’ Revue Review.
AKA the who’s nice, who’s rude, and who’s loaded with tude report. With a slice of cinema on the side.
Dilana? Noooooo. How they gave her a standing O last night is beyond me. Yes she got the crowd all riled up, but at one point I wasn’t sure if she was standing or sitting, and that just ain’t right. And it’s not front (wo)man material either. Then again, what do I know? I doubt I’d be a Supernova fan anyway.
I kinda get the whole penis extension/check-out-my-Porsche thing. But what is it with the (straight?) guys who drive the little red sportsters? Or, better still, the ones in the turquoise reissued t-birds? Sooooo not their demo.