Patrick McGoohan, best known as the ex-spy who thwarted authority on the cult-classic series The Prisoner before ruthlessly enforcing it in Braveheart, died Tuesday in Los Angeles. He was 80.
Last night, a karaoke leviathan reemerged from the depths of the Pacific to terrorize the TV landscape, its destructive appetite unsated until a virginal white-soul prodigy (preferably Mormon) is sacrificed at its easy-listening feet.
Your daily fest-news buffet continues with a saint-making Brett Ratner and a worrisome slowdown at the Sundance ticket booth.
It's a bad time to be a Marvel movie actor, unless you're Robert Downey Jr. (or Gwyneth Paltrow, who'd be the first to say that it is always a good time to be Gwyneth Paltrow).
For all the predictability that's plagued awards season thus far, a few new, controversial Oscar omissions seem almost refreshing in comparison.
Those tall, icy piles of matter smothering Park City every January aren't always snow — they could just as easily be discarded Sundance dreams. But as usual, a few lucky ones will avoid the freeze.
I spotted ZACHARY QUINTO and his friend/date/Vulcan/whatever trying to talk his way into the HBO party after the Golden Globes. He was pleading for entry because his blood sugar was very low, and he was super hungry — but they wouldn't let him in 'cause he wasn't on the list. If he was so fucking starving, I'm not sure why he didn't just make like Billy Bush and beam himself upstairs to the NBC-Universal party to nosh on a plate of greasy veggies, stale pasta, and a slice of beef that had been marinating under a loverly red lamp all night long. Live long and prosper! [Hollywood PrivacyWatch is written by and for Defamer readers; send your sightings to tips@defamer.com.]
Good news, America! The election of Barack Obama has finally freed Will Smith to say what he's always wanted to: that America is not a racist country. Except when it is?
It begins: The spring of American Idol. We're not above it, we're just not going to categorize it. Like Chipotle or Sam Rockwell, we love and hate AI, so we'll see how it goes.
There are few people in this world brave enough to rebuff an insistent, role-seeking Oprah Winfrey, but Doubt director John Patrick Shanley is one of them. He had his certainty!
Fox's new midseason entry Lie to Me may have Tim Roth toplining, but its thunder has been stolen by the similar premise of breakout hit The Mentalist. Now, Lie actors are dubbing Mentalist "a scam."
Went to the Polo Lounge this past Friday for lunch with a friend, fancy I know, but it was on his work account. Anyway...
