I am an only child, so I have no clue about the sturm und drang of siblings.
But the Sunday night finale (as it turned out) of Kisha and Jen, the sistah sisters on reality TV show “Amazing Race” was a pisser – literally. Blame it on cry baby Kisha, who’s been playing the drama card since last week when challenged to swim 400 meters. She cried through that, which put them in last place.
They were saved by the fact that the pit stop wasn’t the end of the challenge and lived to take the second half that involved deciphering Chinese dialect and eating strange fruit. Kisha washed down the eels and tempura starfish with water – lots of it. By the time they made it to the final location, they were neck-and-neck with the cheerleaders from hell for a shot at last place or as one of the final three teams who will go on to compete for $1 million.
So what does L’il Keesh do? Hit the port-a-potty. No joke. With everything hanging in the balance, she does the unthinkable and they reach host Phil a split second too late.
Remember that stalker astronaut who drove across three states wearing Depends? It’s all about focus.
The filmmakers behind “Next Day Air” promise to finally deliver the kind of film we always say we want – then bypass on our way in to see Ma’dea. EURWeb posted a lengthy interview with director Benny Boom, producer Inny Clemmons and writer Blair Cobbs, who say that Mos Def, Donald Faison and Mike Epps are bringing more than the funny in the story of a couple of delivery guys who try to bite off a piece of a drug deal when they end up with a mis-delivered drug stash in their possession.
The trio describe the project as an urban flick done in homage to Guy Ritchie and Quentin Tarentino. Kinda ironic given that Tarentino lifted his style whole cloth from urban blaxploitation. “Next Day” opens nationwide May 8. Check the trailer after the jump. Read the rest of this entry »
Whoopi Goldberg, the cooler head from The View braintrust was absent from the show last week. Turns out she was being tested for H1N1 (Swine flu to you and me). Goldberg went through a very public treatment for her fear of flying in a flight simulator capsule on a recent episode.
Sounds like she might have taken a call from Joe Biden.
How come Angelina Jolie can travel the world, picking up stray babies at every layover while Madonna, who has tried twice to give a seemingly needy Third World kid an obscene change of circumstance, can’t get a break?
People magazine is running an interview with the father of the most recent Malawian child (this time, a girl) to whom Madonna took a shine. Dad says he doesn’t want his daughter (who has lived in an orphanage all four years of her life) adopted, and the Malawian courts have put the cabosh on Madge’s Out of Africa ambitions until her appeal hearing.
Still, like an episode straight from Geraldo, the kid’s father appears out of nowhere, says he’s never met his daughter (paternity confirmation cloudy) and wants her raised in the Malawian culture. His argument, once thoroughly translated, will surely boil down to “B**** better have my money.”
Just when she thought she was out, they pulled her back in.
Ready to start fresh after her stint as supporter-in-chief of waterboarding, subterfuge and a domestic policy of complete disregard for the law, former Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice did a speaking gig at Stanford University, her alma mater. While there, she ran into a couple of enterprising student journalists who pinned her against the lecture hall bulletin board and peppered her with questions about Guantanamo. Ultimately Condi sent the newbies back to the stacks, looking the whole time like the estranged relative who didn’t want to have to defend, yet again, the unsavory family history.
Kanye West is a baller for real, now. The platinum kid’s 808’s and Heartbreak single “Amazing” serves as the music track for a new music video produced by NBA Entertainment for the 2009 Playoffs. The video includes clips from past playoff games featuring the likes of Kobe Bryant, Dwyane Wade, Paul Pierce and LeBron James.
In the most literal instance of coming full circle, author Richard Wright, a former Chicago postal worker, became the 25th inductee into the Literary Arts series of stamps issued by the United States Postal Service. Wright was hired in 1928 to haul and sort mail shortly after arriving by train from Memphis. The then 19-year-old would go on to live in Chicago for another 10 years, during which time he wrote his most widely acknowledged work, “Native Son,” a scathing portrait of racism in America.
The stamp, whose image was created by artist Kadir Nelson, puts him in the company of literary greats like Zora Neale Hurston and James Baldwin.
Big ups to the 12 members of the Citizens Stamp Advisory Committee who chose him.
What the frizzle! Donald Trump fired T-Boz!!? Celebrity Apprentice, where reality TV meets bidness school, is, ultimately, a platform from which The Donald can club the self-esteem of team members he’s reduced to minions. The Apprentice franchise started off pitting sharp, serious MBAs against one another for a shot at $1 million and a chance to work within Trump’s empire. It quickly devolved into the celebrity schtick, which largely involves the likes of Dennis Rodman and Joan Rivers hitting up their friends for bank in order for their team to make the most money.
T-Boz did her team proud last week when she acted as Project Manager, handing out orders and assignments like she was born to CEO. This week, however, she headed back into the board room with Project Manager Melissa Rivers, who asked for volunteers. The fact that she put herself in a position to be axed infuriated Trump who sent her packing, yelling after her, “Never volunteer!!”
Almost as ruthless as her tangle with former TLC management.
Though they’ve tried mightily to cover her in a more serious way (OK, maybe they haven’t tried that hard), the media can’t resist the fashion angle. CNN’s Wolf Blitzer gangstered a young reporter into opining on what Michelle was wearing when she met French First Lady Carla Bruni Sarkozy, even as the reporter kept saying, “I can’t believe I’m talking about this.” The meeting, dubbed the “Style Summit,” turned out to be all sizzle, no steak, but trust more silhouettes will surface. Until then, here’s yer fix:
