The Women of Beverly Hills 90210 Are BFFs: "The scene was perfectly set for a showdown. Shannen Doherty had just marched into Jennie Garth's 40th birthday bash sporting killer boots and her trademark smirk — looking every inch like Brenda Walsh at her fiercest." YES. "The Beverly Hills 90210 vets, once such mortal enemies that costar Tori Spelling claimed they had a fistfight, strode toward each other and … hugged." Hugged?! Reunited and acting "just like real friends," the former "Kelly and Brenda have called a cease-fire to their 20-year war." Why now? "A Doherty pal attributes the bonding to the simple matter of growing up — and feeling nostalgic for the Peach Pit days: 'It's like high school friends that you fought with but now love. They're a big part of your past.'" OK, sure. "Shannen and Tori were in New York doing press, and they were warm. The '90s were a long time ago." They sure were. At least they all still hate that bitch Valerie (Tiffani Thiessen).
Things You Don't Know About Ice-T (Excerpts):
"I love grape Kool-Aid"
"As a kid, I dreamed of being a bank robber"
"My favorite artist is Prince"
"If I could time travel, I'd go to the Roaring '20s"
"I love all kinds of cereal"
"My most embarrassing moment was getting diarrhea while performing at a concert."
"Harvey Keitel is my favorite actor."
"I prefer to be indoors."
"The first famous person I met was my neighborhood crime boss."
At this weekend's annual White House Correspondents' Dinner, President Obama stepped up to the podium and delivered a pretty entertaining 17 minutes of stand-up. He kicked things off with the classic “Wait, my mic was on?” gag, which slagged off both the cast of Glee and Kim Kardashian; later, he made self-deprecating jokes about how the presidency was affecting his physical appearance by insinuating he was slowly but surely morphing into Morgan Freeman.
Last week the latest TCA press tour got going, with presentations from Fox and NBC that both touched upon past screw-ups and successes and looked to the future, a theoretical wonderland of zeitgeist-capturing television. So what went down?
A person doesn’t become a pioneer of rear-entry scenes without accumulating a few detractors. Ryan Murphy’s haters are a diverse group: from the Parents Television Council, predictably wishing sex and other interesting things off the airwaves, to former fans who are sick (Sick! Green at the gills!) of illogical plot twists and disappointing season finales (Nip/Tuck being the prime example), to people who speak in Gleek and whose messages I can only decode by their use of the hash tag “I hate Ryan Murphy” — their numbers are vast and their emotions punctuated by zillions of exclamation marks. People love to hate Ryan Murphy so much that they will subject themselves to the Glee movie three times just to try to understand their reactions in the most masochistic way possible. Some of them grouse convincingly: Ryan Murphy has offended television viewers of varying sizes, sexual orientations, genders, and people with mental and physical disabilities. Others (so many others) seem infuriated that Murphy was unable to craft a human boyfriend for them out of the Tate pages of the American Horror Story script.
Below, a brief history of Murphy gripes. Perhaps one day we’ll all find peace, if Gwyneth Paltrow is willing to step in as mediator once again; if not, prepare to don your rubber bodysuit in preparation for the fiery, emotional explosion when Glee inevitably runs out of steam. And get your fire poker ready.
Oh hiiiiiii! It's your weekly frenemy, the tabloids, back to humblebrag about how hard it is to have the perfect husband, children, and job. You've been looking kind of tired lately! Maybe you ought to take it easy on the cocktails during holiday parties this month, especially since you're trying to meet someone. Oh, you're seeing somebody? Huh, that guy. Yeah I don't know about that. Anyway, I'm sooooo busy making tiny coral wreaths for my daughter Gingerbeer's fish-tank nativity and poaching a brie-stuffed boar sous-vide for dinner. I better go. Luv yaaaaaaa!
Mick Jagger, Martin Scorsese, and Terence Winter are collaborating on an HBO series about a cocaine-using record executive in New York in 1977. Jagger, who hatched the idea originally as a film project, will produce; Scorsese will produce as well as direct the pilot, for which Winter has written the script. Sounds great! Definitely the best idea Jagger has had since “Start Me Up.” Grade: A [HR]
