With Slumdog Millionaire's staggering success comes increased scrutiny—specifically over what some call the overly sensationalized depictions of the poop-dipped hardships befalling India's extreme poor. Now, one Indian poverty advocate is actually suing the movie:
1/11 — Last Sunday my girlfriends and I went to Hugo's in the Valley, and who should we spot hanging out in the parking lot (there was a 25-minute wait) but SANDRA OH and ERIC STOLTZ — together. They were there with 5 or 6 other people, but it was clear they were pretty intimate. She was wearing gym clothes, including a large brown hood which she even wore inside the restaurant, which seemed a little odd as it was about 85 degrees. He was wearing an unfortunate beard, but still looked pretty McDreamy. Or McPulpFiction-y. Not at all McMask-y. My friend went over and gave them her card and they were lovely to her. But that hood and that beard, they really have to go. [Hollywood PrivacyWatch is written by and for Defamer readers; send your sightings to tips@defamer.com.]
1/16 — Saw HILARY DUFF at The Delta Spirit show at the El Rey. Actually, she was out front smoking alone with her coven while the band was playing, and I was just walking to Ralphs, but whatever. [Hollywood PrivacyWatch is written by and for Defamer readers; send your sightings to tips@defamer.com.]
Tuesday's inaugural festivities were as close to a must-see civic event as our nation as seen in almost 30 years. At least until American Idol came along later Tuesday night.
It had been rumored here since at least Sunday, but that hardly made Steven Soderbergh's work-in-progress screening of his upcoming The Girlfriend Experience any less of a Sundance surprise Tuesday night.
Inauguration Day at Sundance was weirdly sedate, so to end today's installment of overheard quotes, we had to circle back for a particularly egregious one told to us by a Defamer operative two days ago.
The Razzie nominees—recognized for singular achievements in filling theaters with fetid bad-cinema stink—were announced today, with Mike Myers's spiritual passion project The Love Guru most singled out for its unfathomable crimes against good filmmaking.
We may be isolated in the cold of Park City, but at least we can reasonably assume a relatively low risk of shootings, stabbings and other moviegoing carnage plaguing other parts of the country.
We caught Adventureland this morning, the latest from Greg Mottola, a former TV director on shows like Undeclared and The Comeback who broke through in a big way with 2007's Superbad.
Just like that Patrón shot you probably shouldn't drink at the end of the night, the networks bring you extended primetime inauguration coverage. We warn you: There is such a thing as a hope hangover.
The meeting took place at last night's German premiere of Valkyrie, and we've got video of Cruise interacting with a particularly insistent Anonymous member who's far more interested in getting Cruise to autograph his mask than to chastise him on his evasive endorsement of earth-people pills. Cruise is remarkably obliging; however, we don't recommend attempting the same signature coup with samurai swords. That never ends well.
