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Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Miley Cyrus...in love! "The Last Song " release slated for March 31st...



While my guitar gently weeps!



Miley Cyrus (a trifle subdued)  appeared on the Today Show at the crack of dawn to tout a tune - "The Last Song" - to be released on March 31st in tandem with the release of her new feature film.

In fact, on a couple of occasions when the camera panned to the pretty songbird to promote the upcoming segment, she appeared to be a bit pensive.

Is it possible that the "hot" Disney property was unaware that she was on air?

When the interview got underway, she brightened a tad, but appeared to be holding back.

Perhaps, Ms. Cyrus is not an early riser.

Or, just maybe, a hot new bedmate keeps here awake nights?

Yes, Miley fessed up.

Her new beau - who she met during the throes of auditioning actors (who said the casting couch was dead in Hollywood?) - has captured her heart.

As I reported in a post last week - on the heels of Miley's appearance on Jay Leno's tonight show - the perky actress gushed about her decision to request that handsome Liam Hemsworth play opposite her in the romantic drama.

Post: 03/26/10

http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2010/03/jay-lenosly-devil-miley-cyrus-ambushed.html

How did that situation come about?

"He opened the door for me. I thought that was excellent."

Now, a full-blown (!) spring romance is surfacing between-the-sheets.

However, Dad (Billy Ray Cyrus) didn't make the cut.

Greg Kinnear was scooped to play her make-believe father on screen, instead.

Maybe she didn't want the country-rock star spying on her (or getting in the way) now that there is a bit of hanky-panking doing down in her charmed life?

News at 11!

Meanwhile, screenwriter Nicholas Sparks tagged along to disuss his script.

How did the collaboration come to fruition?

"We got together casually at the dinner table. I think it worked out because it wasn't a heavy business thing," Miley explained with a bit of blush cresting on her pretty face.

Nicholas, a beaming pleasant-looking man, chirped that he was so happy to be able to wake up each day and do what he does best.

"The Lord gives us gifts. We need to use and maximum them."

And, he's doing just that.

In a slightly a**-backs approach,  Sparks proceeded to pen a novel after the screenplay was in development at Disney.

I expect there will be prequels, sequels, you name it!

Yes, there may be a lucrative franchise on the horizon - spinning Miley in untold directions - now that Hanna Montana has been axed.

Miley pointed out that the role was a toughie.

"It was a challenge to make her likeable since there are angry confrontations with her parents," she noted in so many words.

Once you catch the flick, Cyrus asserted that filmgoers may be inclined to run out and call individuals in their life that they've pushed away.

"That's how powerful the story is."

Tapping into the voice of a teenage-girl required a lot of concentrated effort she wailed.

I don't know why! 

Miley's just a scant piece of bubblegum away from being a tweenie herself.

The teen-bopper crowd hasn't written her off  - as totally over-the-hill - just yet.

Especially when you consider that Miley just beat out Sandra Bullock at the Kid's Choice Awards in the category for best Actress.

She managed to avoid getting slimed, too.

The universe is no doubt unfolding as it should.



Method acting?

Monday, March 29, 2010

Dancing with the Stars...Pam Anderson wows! Kate Gosselin raises stink...







As "Dancing with the Stars" burst on the screen for its second week into the new season, the emphasis appeared to be on glamour, fast fancy footwork, and a mad dash for the brass ring as contestants worked up a sweat in rehearsal and sought to showcase their talent on the big night with dazzling finesse.

Mad, was the key word, alright.

In fact, tensions ran so high on occasion that one judge quipped:

"Show up. Step up. And, shut up."

Kate Gosselin - the money-grubbing reality-show star (?) - stirred up controversy when a temper tantrum trigged her instructor to yell at her - I quit - just before storming off in a huff.

There were quite a few hits, amidst the misses (and bad manners), though.

Along the way, entertaining quips from the judges, kept the audience in side-splitting laughter.

For instance, when Pamela Anderson wafted onto the stage the spitting image of screen icon - Marilyn Monroe - one judge chortled that he just spied a limo packed with Kennedys careen up to the curb outside.

The impromptu spats - which underscored that a couple of  the dancers (male & female) were testy prima donnas - kept audiences on the edge-of-their seats shaking their heads in disgust (but begging for more juicy moments of classless low-brow entertainment).

For example, in one frustrating moment Kate Gosselin confronted her partner - pro dancer Tony Dovolani - because she couldn't cut (or keep up with) the fast pace.

In a shame-faced bid for sympathy, Gosselin played the damsel in distress.

"He feels like I undermined him as a teacher and I didn't. I'm not qualified to teach, but I am qualified to know how it is that I want something to be shown to me," Kate said to camera.

"Like, I just want to learn, like show me, so I can get it."

A handful in the audience were inclined to cluck.

Meanwhile, Tony was under the impression Kate was criticizing his instruction.

"I am a successful dance instructor. No one has ever treated me like this," he wined as he slunk off with his tail between his legs.

Eventually, the dismal twosome patched up their differences and moved on.

Whew!

Pamela Anderson added a lot of sizzle to the show last night when she went old Hollywood.

When she floated across the stage as Marilyn Monroe - in a sparkly body-fitting gown, white gloves, and short-cropped fifties-style "do" - the rapt audience was knocked out (as were the judges) by a performance that was sensual, precise, and classy.

One judge felt she needed to stand taller, find her center, and - uh-huh - refrain from the tendency to lead with her boobs.

Those judges say the darndest things, don't they?

Later on a talk show around the midnight hour, host Tom Bergeron joked:

"Pam excited me tonight. Then, she danced."

Her partner was dashing in a morning coat with tails, elegant cravat, tasteful pocket puff, and stylish shoes to match.

The performance rustled up a standing ovation for the beaming dancers!

There were precarious moments, though.

In a rehearsal, Pam fell back (with partner in tow) into a mirrored wall and went boom.

"I already said, there's no way I'm going down in a fox trot," she laughed as she struggled to regain her balance (and composure).

The former V.I.P star was praised for "getting into the moment" - and likewise - channeling Marilyn Monroe so expertly.

"I'm happy do something so much fun at this point in career," she chirped to one of the hosts as she waited for the scores to ripple off the cue cards.

"It had an elegance about it... a cheeky charm," Len gushed.

"It was a well executed delicious tribute to the original blonde bombshell, Marilyn Monroe," Bruno enthused.
Meanwhile, bad girl - Shannon Doherty - expressed quite a bit of frustration during rehearsal with her patient partner who was sensitive to her needs, fortunately.

Doherty expressed doubts about being able to remember the complicated routine.

"There is so much to learn."

Her instructor was steadfast in pushing her to the limits.

Although  TV's popular soap girl appeared a bit dumpy in the rehearsal hall (pleasingly plump?) the still-sexy brunette cleaned up good later.

In fact, the winsome twosome were dazzling in their glittery black & white outfits ( hers sparked up with  eye-catching heels and his with a stand-out string tie).

Their high-spirited number, though electric, was a bit flawed.

Len Goodman thought the performance was fast, fun, and energetic.

"A mean jive that engaged the audience," he raved.

"You need more control with the feet, though, Shannon," he added as an afterthought.

Trusting her partner - Mark - paid off well.

Evan (Gold Medalist)) was smartly turned out in tight jeans and vinyl leather jacket teamed with pink socks and ubiquitous sneakers.

"Suprise moves and interesting steps," applauded Len, who was prone to criticize Evan's legs on the grounds that they "went everywhere" in his estimation.

"The connection with the audience and your partner was there."

"Like greased lightning tonight, spot on. Don't go wobbly now."

Niecy added a dollop of humor - and a flourish of color - to the show.

The hefty likeable dancer wore a large flower in her hair to add a touch of romance to the sparkly outfit that accented her generous fleshy curves.

The effervescent gal expressed concerns that there were communication problems with her partner, who was describing the moves in such way, that they  diffficult to fathom (in her opinion).

When Louie mentioned he was reaching for a performance that was smooth as butter, she lit up, though.

"Now you're speaking my language. Cause I love food!"

In spite of her loud big demeanour, Judges hailed her fox trot as effortness.

Graceful?

Who would of thunk it?

I didn't warm up to her gown - a nightmare in pink - somewhat reminiscent of a Supremes cast off.

A judge compared it to a frothy pink milkshake (mistake?).

There were a couple of glaring incidents when flowing gowns triggered potential disasters on stage.

For example, fabric often swept up between the legs of  male partners, without warning.

Whoa nellie!

Because Niecy was such a big Mamma, I speculated earlier on there would not be any lifts in her dance future, though.

My prediction was right on the money as  both bods continued to hug the stage floor throughout the routine.

Two other dancers who fought openly - Jake & Chelsie - caused me to wonder to myself.

Are they in love, but don't know it yet?

He retorted at one point that he felt silly about the routine.

"I react like a porcupine. It's my defense mechanism," he apologized later with an obvious stick still up his pretty little butt.

Chelsie was adamant that she was not asking - but telling him in no uncertain terms - that there were hitches that still needed to be worked out.

When he lamented he couldn't get into a specific position - she remarked off-handed almost under her breath -  that he was bull-legged.

Ouch.

He wouldn't cave in, though. 

"I tend to take up the challenge, tackle, then try to  nail it," he noted earnestly to the camera.

A studlly macho guy rife with attitude.

I like!

Jake cut a fine swath on the dance floor, too, decked out in black boots, white socks (or was he wearing spats?), dress slacks, and stylish checked jacket.

At one point, when he unexpected offered up three deep  thrusts from the groin area, it became obvious he was definitely stripper material.

Her black cocktail with torquoise fringe flattered her figure.

Judges noted they were a joy to watch, although Jake needed to be lighter on his feet.

"You have to trust your partner," one judge stressed amid nods from others on panel.

Chelsie described her realtionshilp with Jake to that of  "brother & sister". 

Was it my imagination, or did that assessment of their relationship upset him?

BUZZ Aldrin continued on valiantly.

One judge thought the former astronaut was dancing with trepidation.

"You look like you're afraid to step on her toes."

In spite of comments like - tender, charming, tugs at heartstrings - scores were quite low.

I expect the moon-walker will not be tripping-the-light fantastic much longer on Dancing with Stars.

One cutting criticism?

"On the moon, you go this way 'n that to avoid craters. Here, it may be a good idea to go in a straight line on occasion," Len sniped.

Pussy Cat doll Nicole-  and partner Derek - were enthusiastic and full of energy.

Instead of a 50's classic tune they were pining for, the Judges nudged music for a contemporary song under their noses come rehearsal day.

Initially, both were annoyed with the turn of events, they didn't anticipate.

In spite of the disappointment, the attractive couple managed to choreograph an upbeat, fast-paced routine, loved by the normally-picky judges

One judge was totally wowed.

"You reinvented the jive!"

Maks and Erin bowled the judges over, too.

In rehearsal, Erin laughed about the fact she was such a Tom Boy - and lamented to anyone within earshot - that she  doubted her dance instructor would be able to draw the inner princess out.

"Maks works hard. He screams and drives me crazy."

The concentrated effort paid off.

Judges raved, after all, that she was a natural.

"Like a duck taking to water."

"Stunning", "lyrical", "flexible" were some of the superlatives used.

Sadly, Chad and Cherly were compared to a snow storm.

"You're glad when it's over," Len sniped heartlessly.

So were we!

Tonight, the first round of eliminations on ABC.

Ricky Martin...gay! Twitter mixed reactions hilarious, touching, surprising...






Ricky Martin's announcement on his Official Web site (and by way of tweet) that he is "gay" - triggered a lot of frenzied commentary on Twitter this afternoon - that ranged from congratulatory to downright hilarious.

One tweeter quipped: 

"OMG!  Ricky Martin has a blog?"

Another tweeter chuckled:

"We knew, dude. Thanks."

On the humorous side, a handful of tweets were so precious, I just had to pass 'em along!

"I thought he was a ladies man. Now he's a man's man," another posted with an obvious smirk on their face.

One of my favorites?

"Ricky Martin admits he's fabulous! You go, girl."

It was a bummer (wrong choice of words?) for others with a crush on the Pop star.

"When my friend on facebook heard the news she was heartbroken."

What rock has she been hiding under for the last decade?

Some were in the dark, I guess.

"Whether it was obvious or not, it still took courage to come out," asserted another.

But, those folks appeared to be in the minority, judging by the comments posted.

"How many people actually thought he was straight?"

"We we supposed to think he was straight?"

Others congratulated Ricky for busting out of the closet.

"Welcome to the club!"

"Ricky Martin came out of the closet. #abouttime."

Some were playful!

"Shock news! Ricky Martin not pretending to be gay – he really is gay!"

"Ricky Martin has come out of the closet? Shocker... Who saw that coming?"

A handful sighed and wondered what the fuss was all about.

"Ricky Martin is trending. Is he still considered a celeb?"

In restrospect, it appears that a large percentage of music-lovers (Joe public, too) knew that Ricky was gay and that he was trying to hide the fact.

Ricky appeared to be one of the lone few who didn't have a clue about the fact that most folks have been keenly aware of his sexual preference for years.

Talk about a pink elephant in the room!

The end scenario?

Ricky rides off into the sunset with Prince Charming.

Or, hooks-up with a tattoo artist from Silver Lake!

Post: Ricky Martin gay!

http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2010/03/ricky-martinadmits-hes-gay-fortunate.html


Ricky Martin...admits he's gay! Pop Singer says he's a "Fortunate Homosexual Man"...





Frolics on the beach with studly dudes raised suspicions!




After years of skirting around the issue - and in spite of adopting two adorable young children with no visible main squeeze in sight  - sexy Pop Icon Ricky Martin continued to remain mum about his sexual persuasion.

Last week, when I penned a post on the subject of interviews, I noted that years ago Walters put Ricky on the "hot seat" when - at the height of his poplularity in the glare of the spotlight - she pointedly quizzed:

"Ricky, are you gay?"

In my own post, I noted that Ricky's awkward silence - and refusal to cough up an answer - "said it all" - in the eyes of millions of viewers (and die-hard fans) watching on the edge-of-their-seats at home.

Post: 03/26/10

http://ijulian.blogspot.com/search?q=miley+cyrus+jay+leno

Years ago, when I was working on General Hospital one day as an actor (Ricky had a role on the daily soap for a short stint) I overheard Ricky whispering sweet nothings to a male pal in the green room.

So, I've known that he was a closeted homosexual man for years!

Today, the handsome performer (formerly of Menudo) announced to the world on his official web site - that he is indeed - "gay".

"I am proud to say that I am a fortunate homosexual man," Ricky said.

 "I am very blessed to be who I am.".

Ricky said writing his memoir and thinking about his two twin sons led him to go public.

"To keep living as I did up until today would be to indirectly diminish the glow that my kids were born with. Enough is enough. This has to change. This was not supposed to happen 5 or 10 years ago, it is supposed to happen now. Today is my day, this is my time, and this is my moment," he wrote.

"These years in silence and reflection made me stronger and reminded me that acceptance has to come from within and that this kind of truth gives me the power to conquer emotions I didn't even know existed," he continued.

"What will happen from now on? It doesn't matter. I can only focus on what's happening to me in this moment. The word "happiness" takes on a new meaning for me as of today. It has been a very intense process. Every word that I write in this letter is born out of love, acceptance, detachment and real contentment. Writing this is a solid step towards my inner peace and vital part of my evolution."

Walters fessed up about the "error of her ways" just recently.

"In 2000, I pushed Ricky Martin very hard to admit if he was gay or not, and the way he refused to do it made everyone decide that he was," she told The Toronto Star.

 "A lot of people say that destroyed his career, and when I think back on it now, I feel it was an inappropriate question.".

Ricky also alerted followers on "Twitter" about his decision to  officially "come out".

The bombshell tweet was simpled titled: "my life".

In anticipation of the big step forward - to break the ice a tad? - Ricky was inclined to post another tweet a couple of days earlier which should have signaled to many what was on the horizon.

"Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter. M.L.K.Jr.," he wrote.

The initials - M.L.K.Jr. - refer to Martin Luther King, Jr.




Ricky a proud pappa!

San Francisco...prying eyes! A get-a-way not that for blogger!






I didn't even have to rent a billboard!



With my heart set on a quiet get-a-way - I steered my SUV north on Hwy 101 - in the direction of the lofty climbs of the romantic city by the bay (San Francisco).

Unlike LA LA LAND - where a mushroom cloud of nasty smog hovers overhead daily - fresh prevailing winds off the ocean breeze in - and in the process - effect therapeutic healing properties.

Within hours, my sinuses dried up, and I was able to breathe contentedly once again!

In Frisco, getting around the picturesque downtown core is a snap, too.

On the first starry night in town - I parked the car, tossed the ignition keys on a dresser in my hotel suite, and proceeded to piece together an ambitious game-plan designed to track down the rich  historical remains of the unique city's golden past.

But, reality sunk in, when I ventured out for a steaming hot cup of Java & morning snack at the crack of dawn the following day.

Within minutes of biting into my scrumptous bagel slathered with high-protein gobs of peanut butter, I suddenly felt like that there were a thousand eyes on me!

As I turned and gazed up from my cozy perch at the side counter running the length of a sparkling-clean picture window that framed the bustling world floating by, I spied a handful of tourists, businessmen, and locals staring at me transfixed!

OMG!

Surprisingly, my mug appeared to be just as recognizable to strangers on the streets of San Francisco, as it is in my own neck-of-the-wood.

In fact, over the next few days, I was literally astounded by the reactions I encountered everywhere where I turned!

If I walked down a bustling street in the business district, for instance, passers-by zeroed in on me like flies on sh**.

Within seconds, they were nudging their pals in the ribs, or straining to alert their companions (with mouths awkwardly twisted half-closed in a surreptitious effort to conceal their whispers) that I was in their midst.

They reminded me of ventriloguists!

Some came to halt on the sidewalk, acted like they were checking their pocket for something, then proceeded to gaze after me as I headed down the street (as I pretended that I wasn't aware of the riot of emotions unfolding all around me).

In retail stores - faces froze, clerks chatted in hushed tones, and shoppers magically became glued to the polished parquette floors beneath their feet now burdensome dead-weights.

In clothing stores, stylists paid keen attention to the outfits on display that I scrutizined, and appeared to take mental notes.

In diners and variety stores, customers in line ahead of me, tended to step aside to allow me to go first.

Of course, I pooh-poohed the notion that I should get special treatment, and instructed those thoughtful few to "go ahead" as I ushered up a little bow of thanks (a gesture of respect Buddha-style).

On the one occasion that I drove to one location, I suddenly realized - too late - that I couldn't turn right on a red light on the downtown street.

To prevent myself from jutting out in front of traffic and pedestrians with the right-of-way, I put the gear in reverse, and backed up a few feet out of harm's way.

Wouldn't 'ya know it, passers-by spotted me in the driver's seat right away, and proceded to poke their friends and business associates as they gave me the old hairy eyeball.

I expect that in spite of the fact I have a perfect driving record (amazing considering how many years I have been behind the wheel of about eight different vehicles I have owned at one time or another) folks will be tittering (twittering, too) that I'm a dizzy driver.

Honest, I'm not.

But, don't worry, when the big bucks start rolling in, I'll hire a swanky limo to chauffeur me around!

Frankly, these days I am a bit overwhelmed by the instant fame, if you can call it that.

It's as if a major network has been broadcasting my photo over the airwaves - 24/7 - that's how recognizable I have become (the thought of which even stuns me).

If you want to become famous on sight, there are two ways to accomplish it.

Get on the nightly news or pen a high-profile controversial blog!

Why the nightly news?

Because I have experienced that phenomenon first hand.

Years ago, I was strolling down Santa Monica Boulevard, when I was witness to a drive-by shooting (a rare occurence in WeHo, believe me).

Shortly after the incident, I was chatting with a friend about what I witnessed, when a reporter from a local TV station approached me.

"You saw what happened?"

When I responded in the affirmative, he asked if I would agree to talk on camera about the incident.

"Sure, what the heck!"

Within minutes, the interview wrapped up, and I headed home to tuck in for the evening.

The next morning, when I pulled up to a pump at a gas station to fill up my tank, two Sheriff's driving by in a squad card gave me a thumbs up!

At first, I was startled by the gesture.

What the?

I looked over my shoulder to determine if they were waving to someone else behind me.

At this juncture, they laughed.

"We saw you on the news last night. Good job!"

Throughout the morning, everywhere I went, people would smile and blurt out:

"Heh, you're the guy from the news!"

Gosh, overnight, I had become a celebrity.

Why?

Because I was on the news, natch!

Apparently, CNN picked up the story, and it was being broadcast on the Network every thirty minutes or so throughout the evening.

Oy veh!

My current fame?

Well, it's decidedly more intense - so much so -  that I'm afraid to pick my nose in public or walk out the door unshaved or without running a brush through my curly locks first.

Ubiquitous dark glasses don't help.

I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille!






Sunday, March 28, 2010

Lindsay Lohan... paparazzi push into Cactus Plant! Sloppy Police escort...






Lindsay Lohan hit the party circuit late last night, but it was not a pretty sight!

Frenzied media ambushed the troubled celebrity when she attempted to exit a sleek black SUV in a narrow driveway en route to party-tay!

A scuffle broke out as Lindsay - in a pitch black punker-style wig and high-end designer threads  - attempted to elude the aggresive paparazzi in hot pursuit.

Suddenly, the emotionally-wrought star slipped and fell right into a Cactus plant!

The controversial actress - known for her scandalous lifestyle and addiction to drugs - managed to slip in the front door intact.

The owner of the condo flew outside and yelled at the paparazzi in disgust.

"Get off my property."

Instead of complying with the bold-faced demand, the gossip hounds skulked around outside waiting for another photo op.

They didn't have to wait long.

Shortly after the initial spill, a squad car pulled up, and police officers proceeded to escort Lindsay down the drive to a waiting vehicle.

Oooops!

The sloppy actress slipped a second time and nearly ended up on her a**, seemingly  negating claims earlier that the Paparazzi deliberately pushed her.

News at 11!



Lipstick lesbo?

David Beckham...soccer injury sidelines soccer stud! Grim-faced & on the mend...







David Beckam has been spotted limping about the empty soccer field grim-faced on crutches.

Publicity shots captured by the ever-intrusive paparazzi have painted a dismal picture, too!

Becks is not a happy puppy!

Beckham underwent surgery recently in Finland on the heels of learning that he totally tore his achilles heel during a tumble on the field in a match against Chievo when he was on loan to AC Milan.

According to his physcian - Dr. Sakari Orava - the soccer star won't be able to run for at least four months.

In spite of the fact the foot won't take much strain over the next few weeks the prognosis is good.

Just betcha the ever-resilient Beckham will rise up from the ashes like a phoenix!

Many have whispered that Becks may be all washed up, but team mates at Galaxy - where his bread is amply buttered - have rallied in his corner.

"David remains an important player for the Galaxy and we look forward to welcoming him back and assisting in his recovery," stated General Manager Bruce Arena to a posse of curious reporters in recent days.

Barring some unsightly social disease, the sports icon should be able to rustle up endorsements for an underwear ad or two, while he is on the mend.

You go, stud!



 
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