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Downtown party thrower JONNY MCGOVERNwho performs locker-room rap as "the Gay Pimp"has taken his mojo to Logo. He's a regular on that channel's The Big Gay Sketch Show, coming at you with lots of queen-itude and some major lesbo input too. ( ROSIE O'DONNELL's producing and AMANDA BEARSE directs.) On the Mad TVish series, McGovern plays a wide variety of characters, even some gay males. "I'm Chocolate Puddin'," he told me last week, "on a Trannie 911 sketch about trannies helping mothers deal with badly behaving children. I'm a JOHNNY DEPPesque pirate on a lesbian cruise, trying to find sexy wenches on the wrong boat. And I play a gay TV host who shows how to make really obvious things like ice."
They're all facets of jazzy Jonny, who took producers into his private world of dimpled butt cheeks and sweaty pits to get the job. One boss had a preliminary meeting with him in the changing room at Boys Room, where they were surrounded by disrobing go-go gods. And the cast has gamely joined Jonny at his weekly Boys Gone Wild party at Mr. Black, where he asked them, "Are you ready for a whole lot of ass?" "They were!" the promoter-comic related to me, grinning.
Was he ready for a whole lot of Rosie? "When we were doing the pilot," he said, "she'd come in and give the emperor's thumbs up or down. Later on, we'd sometimes put a glass to the door when they were talking about sketches, to get the tougher side. But she was always pretty sweet and nice to us."
HE GIVES GOOD BIRKHEAD
On another coast, the gay primp, BOBBY TRENDY, told me that LARRY BIRKHEAD was driving behind him recently on an L.A. freeway and threw him a rather fishy look. "It's because I'm the whistleblower!" crowed Trendy. (And JUDGE SEIDLIN was surely the hot-air blower. His nonstop distracting shtick made him a modern-day Rufus T. Firefly to compete within a parallel scandalbewigged BRITNEY's Harpo Marx as the boozy chantoozy tried to steal headlines by becoming Anna Nicole if she'd lived.)
On a side note, the worst new blip on all the Anna Nicole coverage consists of media outlets doing stories with the angle, "Why so much coverage of this scandal? Isn't it excessive?" This is just a sneaky, disingenuous way for them to cover the story some more!
For a respite into some higher culture, I caught Journey's End, that stiff-upper-lip drama about the nobility of Brits in the trenches. But the night I saw it, the bombing effects were drowned out by a nearby couple who loudly wrestled with a plastic bag of candy for two and a half hours. I wish the Germans had gotten them.
Not a bomb at all, Dan Klores's potent documentary Crazy Loveabout a guy who blinded his ex, then married herwas cutely introduced as "the ultimate date movie" at a screening last week. I guess the film proves that love is truly blind. I was alone at the eventthank Godso I schmoozed fellow press person CHRIS WILSON, who left Page Six for Maxim last year. "I miss the glamour," admitted Wilson, "but my liver's regenerating." Behind us, SAM ROCKWELL sipped water and told me he liked Babel, "but the Japanese girl was so hot I couldn't believe no one would sleep with her." Believe it, babeit happens to me too!
NOTES ON A SCANDAL
Wait, did someone say Babel? Is that enough of a Pavlovian excuse to segue into my coverage of the Gay Olympics, the glittery Academy Awards bore-a-thon? No? Well, I'm doing so anyway, with this blow-by-blowjob account of what it was like to be trapped in my house watching them. And so:
8:37 p.m.: ELLEN's extremely relaxed. Barely conscious, in fact. But she's fully in control of what's basically a three-ring circus of unidentified film clips, modern dance, shadow puppets, and random quotes flashing on the screen (like "Hey, Stella!"as if that wasn't technically from a play).
The ceremony is extra self- referential, with endless spotlighting of the nominees in the audience for salutes, ribbing, and humiliation. They're trying to go for the Golden Globes' freewheeling Hollywood party atmosphere, but that's not easy to pull off with regenerating livers and no booze. MARK WAHLBERG is even tortured barely two seconds after he loses. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Close your mouth, WILL SMITH.
8:42: Ellen mentions LEONARDO as an excuse to show his face on camera once again, because "I just thought the ladies want to look at him." The ladies? Don't Ellen and the ladies she knows want to look at PENÉLOPE CRUZ?