Everyone on the party circuit observed it this week – Harvey Weinstein and Jessica Alba, always with their heads bowed together, always deep in conversation. He talking at her, she nodding acquiescently. At one point he was supposedly overheard giving her advice about her relationship. Harvey doesn’t seem to be a fan of Cash Warren – nothing personal, of course, just pointing out Cash’s limited value on the professional front. Full Story
He was lost in the TIFF shuffle and the Pitt frenzy – am sorry, although unlike Cannes, there wasn’t much smut-wise to tell about George Clooney’s visit to Toronto, except to say he was a total stud and charmed the panties off everyone… male and female. George was a fixture at the Windsor Arms, preferring to hold court there during his stay – the hotel’s old boys club vibe was perfect for his tastes. Full Story
Hate myself for finding him sexy. Because Ethan Hawke is such a cheesedick, he really is. But I loved Reality Bites and there’s something about being stupid and 21 and what you find attractive at 21 that you can never shake, no matter how much growing you do in between. Troy Dyer is the kind of loser only a college student would want to take home. Full Story
For a refresher on why Joaquin Phoenix is now sad smut, please click here Having said that, because fair is fair, following my post on Thursday about his alarming behaviour at the junket, I was contacted by a source from the film company handling publicity for the movie with clarification on Joaquin’s schedule that day. Full Story
There have actually been a few. Michelle Rodriguez is one of them…can you believe it? Just haven’t had time to explain. More on Michelle later… This is about Rachel McAdams. Wednesday night was the premiere of Married Life. The big draw of course was Rachel – and she did not disappoint. Full Story
I"m sorry I"ve been so late to post. It"s noon eastern (Toronto) and I"ve yet to write anything substantial as it"s been a brutal morning not made any easier by the fact that I only stumbled into bed at 4am after a night at Roof II at the Park Hyatt.
Roof II is definitely the place to be. It"s where Brad and Angelina cuddled, where Jude Law held court two nights in a row, and where Paris Hilton has chosen to end her evenings. It was my first time in the same room as Ebola and even though I made sure to keep full distance, this morning I woke up with a motherhonking HUGE zit. F*cking skank.
Woke up at half past 7, dashed to a shoot for 8:30am followed by junket rotation for Reservation Road. Interviewed Joaquin Phoenix, Jennifer Connelly, etc.
Great gossip on the way but first another shoot with eTalk and then a screening which means I can"t post til late afternoon Toronto time. A thousand apologies.
But I do have the most charming story about Mark Ruffalo on deck, in addition to everything else above and Scott Speedman too and Freddie Prinze Jr and Chris Klein and yes... Rachel McAdams!!!
Please check back later. And please forgive that today has turned into such a logistical nightmare. TIFF is, as I"ve said, balls to the wall. Am trying to steal laptop time whenever I can. I know I suck for being such disappointingly tardy.
I hope the smut will be worth it?
Yours in gossip,
PS. Stay tuned for another Swag Giveaway...this time from Roots. I"m trying to buy your forgiveness, you see.
Last night, Roof II at the Park Hyatt, Toronto… it was already pretty busy when I got up there close to midnight. Full of film executive and agent types, overflowing with slime and cheese. At one point when we were on the patio, some douche came over to Sasha and me because he wanted to talk to the “Orientals”. Full Story
One after another – celebrity dog scandals. This one is extremely upsetting. Miss Bottom had two. Both of the same fierce breed. They say of this breed that they should never be left alone together. That inevitably only one will remain. And this is what happened recently. One ate the other. The other is gone. Full Story
Mark Ruffalo –I apologise for sucking. For being late on the bandwagon. For taking so long to figure it out. But now that I have… I love him. He is divine. One of the most engaging, most endearing, loveliest celebrities out there, maybe because fame came late. Maybe because he was allowed to be an actor instead of a star like George Clooney, who told my colleague Ben Mulroney that if he had hit it big before his 30s, he would be shooting crack into his head. Full Story
It’s one of the few downsides of the job and while the snark is occasionally balanced by super love and adoration, when your fantasies about someone turn out to be just that – just fantasies – it absolutely crushes you. Such is the case with Joaquin Phoenix. I am sad. I loved him after Walk the Line. Full Story
You know the TIFF Toll has taken over when you’re walking around with a permanent hangover and no amount of foundation can conceal the dark circles.
Still… I wake up this morning after 3 hours of sleep a changed woman – Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner. It’s a cliché but it’s also a legend. And if you’ve seen the tape, you know exactly what I mean.
Colin Farrell is unbelievable. At this point it’s not want…it is full on f&cking need.
Chanel party, then InStyle party, then drinks with the girls, then the Canadian Idol wrap party – it was a long night and the rains came as the skies shed massive infected tears with the return of Hollywood Ebola to our fair city. Details below.
Am posting on the fly per usual between shoots and the Rachel McAdams red carpet tonight for Married Life followed by the party for Weirdsville with Scott Speedman. Check back often for the TIFF Swag Giveaway to be posted later today.
Yours in gossip,
PS. Joaquin Phoenix has arrived
PPS. The Unfunny Douche Unfunny Douche is not Jim Carrey. Jim is not gay. Jim is not green.
PPPS. Am hungover with swollen eyelids and half asleep. Please please please forgive typos?