Oh dear. Naomi Campbell has been arrested at Heathrow airport for assaulting a police officer. Sadly, this isn't the first time the feral English supermodel has shown her bottled-up rage, caused by a difficult job and having lots and lots of money. She seems to enjoy hurling things at her servants and other blue-collar folk. Also Italian ladies. After the jump, a brief recapping of some of the more memorable Naomi Campbell attacks.
Just in time for the opening of his new film Sex and Death 101, writer-director and comb-overed Avatar of Disillusionment Daniel Waters offers viewers a not-quite-rollicking video tour of his famous home. After Wednesday's mopey LA Times profile, we frankly expected a livelier plunge into the self-effacement and irony only the screenwriter of Hudson Hawk could muster. Alas, as now immortalized on YouTube, Waters' enclave bears the unique distinction of being the house where A) Orson Welles died and B) viral marketing goes to die. Also: When Woody Allen is done suing the spandex pants off American Apparel for unauthorized use of his likeness in ads, we suspect he'll be coming after Waters for the same. [YouTube]
We'd like to have a word with Naomi Campbell's anger management instructor, because apparently those classes she was forced to take after that infamous cell phone toss last year didn't do much good at all. According to People, Campbell was arrested earlier today for assaulting a police officer at London's Heathrow Airport, and while it's cute that they reference the fact that "travelers' frustrations have flared due to baggage delays" since the new Terminal 5 was constructed, we can't help but feel as though Campbell is officially out of excuses for attacking the innocent. Though throwing her cell phone at an assistant last year was certainly a step down on the crazy level from her 2000 incident attacking a PA on set, moving up to police assault moves Campbell out of the sanitation club with fellow alumnus Boy George, and into handcuffs territory. But what happened to the sweet, good-natured Naomi we witnessed on Bravo's guilty pleasure Make Me A Supermodel a few episodes ago?
Over lunch with a friend, Meg Ryan explained why she made the switch from Head & Shoulders shampoo to Selsun Blue. Ryan was simply tired of all the scratching and all of that white stuff on her shoulders. Ryan complained that none of the products various hair stylists worked and only made things worse. "I just zipped into Rite Aid and boom, my hair feels so much healthier," Ryan said.
Naturally, there are lots of important questions surrounding the presidential race. Whose policy on the war in Iraq will be the most effective? Will raising taxes help pull us out of this recession? Which candidate has the most viable solution to our nation's health care crisis? Who is Heidi Montag gonna vote for?
Rumblings from the inner sanctum of the CAA Death Star hint that co-pilots Kevin Huvane and Bryan Lourd are taking an early lunch today to plot an legal attack of wonderfully (if predictably) bloodthirsty ferocity. Their target: Who else? CAA emperor emeritus Michael Ovitz, whose misadventures with Anthony Pellicano upon returning to the agent game almost 10 years ago reportedly involved wiretapping the old joint for a not-so-subtle stab at talent poaching:
Our trip yesterday into the Harvey Levin Conscientiousness Archives suggested to us that there is a pure, classy heart sequestered somewhere the yapping-asshole exterior that will even exploit someone's dead mother for the greater TMZ good. A late-night tip from a curiously minded YouTube devotee, however, allays our doubts about Levin's character once and for all, assuring us that only a true paragon of taste and justice would ask citizen jurors of The People's Court if they want to "go inside the cunt." Are you kidding, Harvey? We'd follow you anywhere. [YouTube]
Megan Fox showed her displeasure to an overzealous Canadian customs officer who questioned why would she ruin such 'a kickin bod' with such awful tattoos of that one lady from that one movie. The officer also said that it was a matter of Canadian national security that he'd get Fox's phone number.
As far as celebrity memoirs go, Bobby Brown's upcoming The Truth, The Whole Truth, And Nothing But seems atypically packed with good, sound advice. From teaching readers that girls nicknamed Superhead are probably only good for one thing to lessons on how to take advantage of a major star's bad press in order to marry them, Brown is a regular Velvet Jones when it comes to dispensing words of wisdom. Even when it comes to his well-documented problems with cocaine, Brown is able to find a simple solution to dodging responsibility — just blame Whitney Houston!
Sad news, ladies. Even though the ink has yet to dry on the divorce papers his wife filed last week, Robin Williams has already been snatched-up anew. But what woman is man enough to take on the wacky-shirt-wearing, incessantly improvising, disgustingly hairy comedian? Meet Charlotte Filbert, a 27-year-old painter. The Enquirer claims that the two were introduced by Tommy Hilfiger's daughter, Ally of Rich Girls fame, six months ago. Yes, Robin was still married then, but Charlotte's no home wrecker. Robin and his wife had apparently been living separate lives for over a year, so that made him fair game ... we guess.
Guy McElwaine, a founding partner of International Creative Management and one of Hollywood's more respected prototypes for the modern agent-turned-studio boss, died Wednesday after battling pancreatic cancer. He was 71. A former MGM publicist, McElwaine joined ICM in 1975 after his original agency, CMA, merged with Famous Artists; it was his second turn repping talent after handling the likes of a young Steven Spielberg and eventually overseeing worldwide production at Warner Brothers in the early 1970s.
George Clooney has jokes. His latest celebrity-based antics: a swarm of paparazzi descended upon his house in Italy after a (false) rumor spread that Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie were going to be getting married there. Clooney, who was away working, heard about this, and ordered 15 large wedding tables to be set up on the house's lawn. The paps went crazy [Hollyscoop]! Clooney laughed. He's a funny guy. But there's more to this than just a friendly joke. Because George Clooney, one of the biggest celebrities in the world, doesn't just want to make himself chuckle; he wants to undermine the entire celebrity economy that gives him his lofty position in the first place.
Anyone else have one of those crazy uncles who keeps heading to the hair salon for "touch-ups" just to avoid going gray? Well, Ben Stiller has officially become one of those crazy uncles who has hit the Just For Men bottle a bit too hard. Apparently unsatisfied with letting nature take its course, Stiller inexplicably showed up at last night's premiere of The Ruins with a fresh new dye job. After the jump, we track the metamorphosis of his locks from early strays to full on gray to, of course, his new back to black-ish look.
Oh, now we get it: That Polo Lounge power summit last week between Tom Cruise and Sumner Redstone was not the prodigal-son mea culpa we thought it was, smoothing the waters on which Cruise would coast back into the safe harbor of Redstone's reeling Viacom flagship. Rather, it was just a quick bite to catch up about Katie, Suri, Laurie and maybe for Cruise to apologize in advance for his scathing, fat-suited cameo as a depraved studio boss in Tropic Thunder:
Let's face it people; this country is going to proverbial hell in a not-so-proverbial handbasket. The Democratic party is imploding, gas prices are so high that Jay Leno can only afford to fill up 30 of his cars, and Lara Flynn Boyle is quickly morphing into Priscilla Presley. In troubled times like these, we here at Defamer find it necessary to bring in someone who can stare the harsh reality of life in the face, someone who can cut through all the BS and really give it to you straight, someone who runs a website called Cute Things Falling Asleep. That's right, our old buddy Nick Malis will be guest blogging here for the rest of the week. So, please take a moment of silent, meaningful reflection to welcome him and then get back to your regularly scheduled morning routine.
So, uh, you know John Mayer, right? The totally dreamy, maybe a bit annoying, pop singer and adept professional celebrity who dated Jessica Simpson? Right. Well, he's gone and done what some might call "the unthinkable." He, um, made out with Perez Hilton. Shriek! The newly svelte-ish celebrity blogger, whose real name is Mario Lavandeira, is dishing on his site about the night he sucked mug with John freaking Mayer and I just can't stand it. So what exactly happened here? Yes it was obviously tectonic plates shifting and odd cosmic bits of whimsy like sun spots or something, but there has to be a more terrestrial reason for all of this.
· Times sure are tough for La Lohan these days. With her her bank accounts rapidly dwindling, it appears that she has been forced into indentured servitude alongside the likes of Surfer Dude and Spiky Tips as one of Harvey Levin's minions. All kidding aside, we have a quick note on Lindsay's performance: being able to laugh at yourself is important, but not nearly as important as making others laugh. Makes Pop Fiction look like Candid Camera. [TMZ]
· Long before The Mac Guy hit puberty, Jeff Goldblum was doing TV spots for Apple. Drunk. [BWE.tv]
· If you haven't seen Bjork's video for "Wanderlust" yet, stop what you're doing and click this ASAP. Somebody oughta throw a bucket of money at these Encyclopedia Pictura dudes, stat. Makes Beowulf 3-D look like Jaws 3-D. [Encyclopedia Pictura]
· And finally, In the greatest YouTube moment to come from the continent of Asia since Little Superstar, we gladly present you with Awesome Korean Drummer. [College Humor]
Oh cruel fate, to learn today that Ellen Page was one deleted musical scene away from certain Oscar victory. Thankfully, the kind people at Amazon have righted the sitch (man, we're getting Diablo'd just thinking about it), offering the Cafe Triste "Jub Jub" (not to be confused with the Ewok's "Yub Nub") song as a sneak peek at Juno's DVD special content.
In a moment so genuinely awkward that adorably awkward Michael Cera looks almost uncomfortably awkward living it, our knocked-up heroine sings the grrl power anthem about baby batter, dances, and tic tacs to an empty coffeehouse. Watch and we think you'll agree: had the Academy gotten their hands on this one, we would have been treated to a deadpan Page acceptance speech (did she mean there are truly angels in this city, or was that ironic?) and an unearthed interview on her refusal to believe in the Teapot Dome scandal.
There's some good news and bad news to report regarding Juno Lynn Spears' wedding plans and, in standard fashion, we'll present the bad news first: Jamie Lynn will apparently not be getting hitched, nor moving back to, LA. Sorry to disappoint any of you who adore the sounds of helicopters circling 'round and 'round your neighborhood daily, or the great fun of late-night gurney trips the young mother will no doubt be taking over the next few years. The good news? Jamie Lynn's gonna look hot in her wedding dress! More details on what her trailertastic plan is to ensure she looks "beautiful" walking down the aisle after the jump.
