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So, recent reports had Pamela Anderson spending more time with her ex, Tommy Lee, than with Kid Rock, and everyone was drop-dead stunned? Come on, people! I've spent the last two years screaming, "Pam and Tommy will reunite faster than Fleetwood Mac. They can't live with each other, but they can't live without each other either. Kid Rock was just a rebound gesture. Pamela is destinedperhaps doomedto be with Tommy forever." That's a verbatim quote! I even said it to camera crews, none of whom ended up airing that particular soundbite because it was just so kooky and unbelievable. But I was right, fuckers. I went to college!
Conversely, everyone was dumbstruck when Ed Norton and Oscar nominee Salma Hayekbroke upbut did I not tell you about the Academy Awards relationship jinx? Have we not all known for years that trouble can descend upon a household when the womanformerly a career featherweightis suddenly nabbing international honors and the guy might not be. (And yes, I'm aware that the guy worked on the script, had a cameo, and is generally splendid.) I'm not saying awards are the only factors in these breakups, but honey, they usually play more than a supporting role. I won't even go into the tragic ancient history of Burt Reynolds and Sally Field (he secretly prayed she wouldn't do Norma Rae because he knew it was an Oscar part) or William Hurt and Marlee Matlin (he reportedly belittled her achievement just hours after she held the gold). But more recently, don't you suspect Kim Basinger's surprise Oscar put a tiny pall on her then marriage to Alec Baldwin? Weren't Julia Roberts and Benjamin Bratt doomed the second the little sweetheart started grabbing up every trophy in sight for Erin Brockovich? Didn't Jennifer Connelly and her man allegedly break up on the way into the Oscars the night she tasted sweet victory? Isn't a woman with an award the most erection-toppling image imaginable for any ambitious male actor?
(Sidebar: No, Frances McDormand's and Susan Sarandon's Oscars didn't hurt their home lives, but that's because their relationships are stronger than the others, and besides, their beaux directed them to glory, so they really got to share in their triumphs. But why are Hilary Swank and Chad Lowe still a team? She didn't even thank him! )
Moving on to a newly single Oscar nominee: So, Sharon Stone ends up being dumped by the hubby for "irreconcilable differences"? Sharon's third movie? Irreconcilable Differences. She played a trampy actress who broke up a marriage. I know shit like that. Ivy League!
The most fascinating movieland development? Ben Affleck, as reported, wants to play the straight narrator in the movie version of the gay baseball play Take Me Out, and the part will undoubtedly be beefed up. But guess what, kids? That's the same role that was whittled down in the play's move to Broadway because it was way too talky. J'adore Hollywood!
The most interestingly worded recent Post headline? "Slain Over Butt Crack." They meant that a man may have been killed because he made a crack about his wife's butt, not that . . . well, you fill in the alternate meanings.
The trouble with Fire Island? It's gorgeous hedonism on the dunes, as alwaysand there are some stunning vistas of butt cracksbut they'd better start updating the place or it'll become as obsolete as Pam and Kid Rock. With the economy teetering and a lot of progressive gays wanting to spend the summer in more sexually mixed places (even though they stick with each other in those places), the island needs to drop the Bette Midler impressions and druggy revels and enter the new 'mo-llennium. Interestingly, the play being performed in the Pines this summer is The Boys in the Band, about campy, tortured pre-Stonewall gays. At least they're doing it as a period piece.
The most fabulous new glitter-ary event in Gotham? "Cause Celeb!," which is playing a handful of Mondays at the Marquee, where stars' memoirs are interpretively read aloud by actors who wryly underline every self-aggrandizing sentiment. Last week, the emphasis was on divas climbing out of the wreckage of their career nadirs. According to the chapters we heard, Liz Ashley's agent told her, "You're smelly fish in this town!"; Joan Collins was asked by an unemployment clerk, "Didn't you use to be Joan Collins?"; and Zsa Zsa Gabor, stuck in jail after slapping a cop, knew just what to do with all that free time: "I contemplate the legend of Zsa Zsa Gabor." So do I, honey!
The snazziest Tuesday night love-in? It's "Vinny's Night Out" at La Scatolina, where Vinny Vellathe outsized personality who plays Jimmy Balls on upcoming Sopranos showsattracts a linguini-slurping crowd that looks like Central Casting's idea of big-haired, heavy-chained émigrés from old Mulberry Street. "Some of them are nutjobs, but they spend," Vinny told me. "Whaddya gonna do?" Nothing, just sit back and enjoy them, along with the entertainmentFrank Bray and Kevin James crooning Rat Pack standardsand, naturally, the (spaghetti and) balls.