As of Friday, Jack, Chris, Ricky and Steven were the out-loud, out-proud designsketeers angling for the title and prize money that were confirmed by the network as openly gay. And as it's our site's policy not to speculate about sexuality, we left it at that. But today we've had a few more fellas come forward to join the gay party:
Mexican audiences will be able to find out what all the bear-on-bear fireman fuss was about, as Los declaro marido y ... Larry—aka I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry—is finally getting a release there. (It rolled into Spain a few weeks ago, with the far catchier title Os Declaro Marido Y Marido, and an accompanying feeder-fetish website that hearkens to other classics of the genre.) In Mexico City to promote the opening, Adam Sandler appears to have fallen for the oldest wire reporter trick in the book—answering "Sure, why not?" to a seemingly innocuous but strategically phrased question, then waking up to headlines outlining your passionate commitment to fighting for gay rights:
Finally, Bravo has announced a premiere date for the return of Project Runway: November 14th. In anticipation of that long-overdue event, BravoTV.com has posted photos of the new batch of contestants—a rogues gallery of dandies and divas that led to an impromptu round of "guess the token straight male" here at Gawker HQ.
Sadly, we never made it to Rufus Wainright at the Bowl Sunday night—an historic, song-by-song recreation of a classic Judy Garland performance that climaxed with the singer literally being wheeled into a glittery birthing suite and, in a deft bit of stage magic, proceeding to produce a shivering, naked Liza Minelli from between his legs for an unforgettable duet of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" that left not a dry eye in the house.
A reader sent us this recent photo of a radiant Rosie O'Donnell on the set of Nip/Tuck, fully recovered from her recent waffle iron-related injuries, standing alongside four gogo boy background players, which we happily pass along to you. (And if you'd like to get any of the beefcake talent on display involved in your current project, we're told bringing a wallet stuffed with low-denomination bills to Here and/or MJs will at the very minimum get you some face-time with their agent.)
With the dawning of a new TV season comes another cherished fall tradition: the Counting of the Gays, during which GLAAD tallies up the number of same-sex-having characters appearing regularly on the 2007-08 primetime schedule. In keeping with last year's distressing trends, the Gays continues to wane:
Generations of Brady Bunch fans were shocked to learn of the Marcia/Jan lesbian teen romp rumors that set the internets ablaze on Friday, finding it difficult to envision Marcia combing the back of her mullet 100 times before engaging her sister in a vigorous tribbing session beneath a faded Billie Jean King poster. It promised to be the most unforgettable chapter of Here's the Story, Maureen McCormick's upcoming memoir—and one the publisher doesn't remember reading:
Some months ago, titillating news of a Brady Bunch porn led us to indulge our wildest combined-'70s-sitcom-family fantasies, as we shamefully revealed for you the most outrageous Brady-on-Brady coupling our filthy minds could conjure: Jan taking out years of frustration on her more popular sister with one sweaty, unhinged hate-fuck. Were we only to know just how close to the truth we were:
As A-list TV Gays like T.R. Knight and Neil Patrick Harris experienced the Emmy awards en ronde inside the industry-embracing walls of the Shrine Auditorium, their lesser-known counterparts piled into West Hollywood drinking establishment East West for an "OUT at The Emmys" viewing party. Defamer videologist Molly McAleer was on hand to capture the red carpet arrivals, which she edited together into a touching tribute to emerging talent she calls Gay D-Listers Spelling Their Names for the Cameras. Alas, it's but one on the minor job hazards on their way up Hollywood's slippery velvet ladder, one Logo-reality-series step at a time.
In their review of 3:10 To Yuma, AfterElton.com detects "yet another coded gay villain" amid its cast of outlaws, adding Charlie Prince to the pantheon of memorable but politically incorrect screen baddies like The Silence of the Lambs's Buffalo Bill, 300's Xerxes, and Collateral's Vincent the Hitman. As portrayed by Ben Foster, an actor best known for having played Claire's creepy bisexual art school boyfriend on Six Feet Under and X-Men: The Last Stand's winged and six-packed (read: gay) Angel, it becomes exceedingly clear from Charlie's first appearance just which gang he runs with:
As much of the world spent their Monday evenings funneling turpentine into their ears, hoping the primitive technique might somehow wash away the indelible vision of Larry Birkhead and Howard K. Stern engaged in "a compromising, intimate position," the two men figuring most prominently in the outrageous claims made by Rita Cosby's new book have begun to fight back. A round-up:
· On a Larry King Live guest-hosted by TMZ's Harvey Levin, Birkhead again dismissed the allegations made in the book, insisting it belongs next to "Harry Potter in the fiction aisle," among "similar, made-up acts of wizard-on-wizard depravity." [transcripts.cnn.com]
Having deemed Jerry Lewis's recent off-color remark about an "illiterate faggo" (he stopped himself before completing the final hard consonant) as being unacceptable televised-fundraising humor, self-appointed Voice of the Downtrodden Gay GLAAD demanded an apology from the comedian on their website. Lewis has since released the following statement:
It was hard to really find fault with Jerry Lewis after he recently announced to Entertainment Tonight's cameras that Merv Griffin "deserved to die," seeing as the sentiment was fundamentally well-intentioned, and probably originated in the defunct part of his brain devoted to censoring statements about how deceased friends had it coming to them. But Lewis was clearly pushing his luck with this impromptu comic riff from his annual Muscular Dystrophy Association telethon, in which the Cinderfella star made light of the various social challenges being met by a particular camera operator's son.
· He may snort his father's ashes, but Keith Richards, sir, is not—nor was he ever—superdrunk.
· This year's Detour lineup is revealed. For us it really comes down to one little word: Justice.
· We hoped we'd never have to type the words "and Bobby Trendy as Himself" in our lifetime. We were wrong.
· Paul Haggis has been suffering from a mild case of writer's block on his Casino Royale follow-up script. Look to the twins for inspiration, Paul!
· Sherry Lansing and William Friedkin are suing ADT Security Services for failing to prevent their Bel-Air home from falling victim to burglars. We know—compelling stuff.
· AfterElton takes the fall TV season's temperature, and it's colder than Lance Bass's career. Thank god we have those Cavebears!
An update to yesterday's Happy Hour tragedy in WeHo, when venerable cocktailing and banana-thong-swinging institution Micky's succumbed to non-metaphorical flaming: In our scramble to bring you updates, it turns out one of our tips—that upscale neighboring bar East West was also affected—was incorrect. CBS2 reported the fire started in a malfunctioning air conditioning unit in the basement and, fueled by inventory meant for thousands of green appletinis, quickly engulfed the building.
In a recent interview, The Brave One star Jodie "Without a Y" Foster was tenderly prodded by More magazine about her long-rumored, but never outwardly acknowledged, personal leanings. (If you're still in the dark as to what is we're talking about, perhaps Out's cover story "The Glass Closet," or her ranking as #43 on a list of Hollywood Power-Gays, can provide further insight.) After the reporter inquired about the shiny piece of hardware gracing her ring finger, Foster deflected the questions by instead discussing her symbol-laden dream life:
Tonight, sandwiched between a rerun of Small Town Gay Bar and Freddie Mercury: Magic Remixed, TV history will be made, as Logo will air the first Democratic Presidential Forum devoted entirely to gay, lesbian, and fag-hag issues, broadcast right here from L.A. A number of frontrunners—brow-beaten from two solid hours of addressing where they stand on such hot-button issues as same-sex marriage, gays in the military, and how and when the U.S. government can justify invading Britney Spears' personal life—plan to celebrate the landmark political event with various soirees held around the city, including a $50-per-Gay viewing party for Hillary Clinton at The Abbey. Still, the invitation (above) offers no guarantees that you or anyone from your L Word viewing circle will be doing raspberry mojito shots off the candidate's suprisingly taut abdominal muscles.
· GLAAD's first-ever "Network Responsibility Index" rates each network for how well they "handle the still-sensitive issue of depicting lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender individuals on TV." ABC got the highest rating for shows like Ugly Betty, Brothers and Sisters, and the upcoming Cavemen, sure to stir up much constructive discussion about gay-caveman stereotypes. [Variety]
· International audiences flock to The Simpsons Movie, where the hilarious image of a grown man choking his son transcends all geocultural boundaries. [Variety]
· Kevin Reilly greenlights his first project for Fox—The Oaks, about "three different couples who inhabit the same house at three different times," all of whom are visited by ghosts. Ben Silverman reads this, secretly thinks to himself: "But where's the sexy?" [Variety]
· Scott Rudin buys the rights to best-seller The Dangerous Book for Boys, sure to inspire countless "Dangerous Book for Assistants" parodies, featuring merit badges for hurled-object ducking. [THR]
· Evil babies and flashback jokes appear never to get old, as The Family Guy wins Sunday night for Fox.
