Sumptuous free press junkets aren't always as great as they sound— I've dodged empty beer bottles in Iceland, vaginal Ping-Pong balls in... More >>

The audio commercial for the new Psycho on 777-FILM featured a scene with little girls chanting, "Norman is a psycho! Norman is a psycho!" I got... More >>

I was so terribly amused by the sight of Cher on various talk shows bizarrely trying to lip-synch the electronic flourishes added to the vocals... More >>

Please don't poke my eyes out as I try to say some nice things about Jerry Springer. His hostility-filled show is the most compelling trashathon... More >>

The night I saw it, Little Me wasn't so little; it was longer than Angels in America. As the intermission seemed to be winding down, we were told... More >>

I wasn't really wanted at the Donovan Leitch/Kirsty Hume Halloween party at Lot 61— too pretty— but my friends were, so at least I... More >>

If a bomb had gone off at the VH1 Fashion Awards, there wouldn't be any stylists left! The event was the usual bizarrely compelling hybrid of... More >>

The imminent Gods and Monsters is a bizarre little talky tango between faded Frankenstein director James Whale and a lawn worker who taunts him,... More >>

If you somehow haven't been privy to Happiness yet, put down this column right now and race your ass out to see it. No, actually, finish the... More >>

The old Limelight had sex, drugs, and rock and roll. The soon-to-be-reopened one has Windex, hugs, and a coffee bar with rolls. The joint's... More >>