Rumors are piling up on the set of Liz & Dick, Lindsay Lohan’s made-for-TV biopic about the tempestuous love affair between the late Elizabeth Taylor and Sir Richard Burton. Apparently, Lohan is often two hours late to set and rarely knows her lines. She is also hostile toward her co-star, Grant Bowler, because he’s not a big enough name for her taste. Lindsay reportedly wanted someone like Gerard Butler or even Brad Pitt to fill those shoes, which is sort of like saying you want Regis Philbin to host your kid’s elementary school spelling bee—it’s a nice thought, but a tad unrealistic. This is a Lifetime movie, Linds. (Also you’re in it.) As a result of Lindsay’s coldness and diva attitude toward her co-star, sources from the set report that the dailies are “just awful,” with no chemistry at all between two characters who are supposed to be fiery and passionate towards each other.
Nevertheless, Lindsay’s publicist (yep, she actually has one of those), states that, ”Lindsay and the cast and crew have become a tight-knit family and are collaborating on what will be an amazing film.” Now, if I’m Lindsay Lohan’s publicist—well, first, I probably have a serious alcohol problem to deal with my professional life, but that’s beside the point I’m trying to make—I’m thinking I don’t want to do much to quiet down these train wreck rumors. After all, does anyone really think people will tune in to Liz & Dick to see a really great, Emmy-caliber film? No! We’re chomping at the bit to see a really bad movie, something that will make Mommy Dearest look like Sophie’s Choice. Let those rumors fly, Team Lindsay, and watch your ratings soar.
Jessica Simpson took her new baby and her economy-sized milk jugs out for a stroll this weekend, tweeting a pic of her ample cleavage to her Twitter following with the caption, “Street legal?” Those are some big hoots, you guys.
If you’re feeling sorry for Ann Curry getting the axe from NBC’s Today Show, don’t be. That above is the face of a woman who is getting paid $10 million dollars to not work, because in order to fulfill the terms of Curry’s contract with them, that is the amount they must pay her to leave. If my various employers are reading this and would like to make a similar deal, I will take 1/10 of that to not work, and y’all can even pool your resources.
Still no confirmation who will take Curry’s seat when she vacates it. While they tried to lure Meredith Vieira back, she turned down the offer. Maybe it was because she found out Ann Curry is getting $10 million to stay home. I, for one, look forward to Curry returning to work as an actual journalist, which she’s phenomenal at. I’m sure the money isn’t good, but can you really put a price on the integrity? I’m sorry, but morning shows like Today are only second to Fox News as the worst thing to ever happen to journalism.
The inexplicably successful British band One Direction are being sued, not for auditory assault (because apparently that’s not a thing—I asked), but rather for allegedly stealing their name from a lesser known American band. Saying they formed in 2009 and trademarked their name prior to the British One Direction’s formation and success on Britain’s X Factor, the US band of the same name is suing Simon Cowell for $1M. In retaliation, Cowell is counter-suing them for “fraud, oppression, and malice”, saying the British One Direction have a legitimate claim to the name and deserve punitive damages. It’s like David and Goliath, only nobody really care who wins.
America’s favorite Canadian game show host, Alex Trebek, suffered a mild heart attack this weekend. He has been released from Cedars Sinai and show reps say he is well and has the all-clear to resume his post when the show resumes taping next month. As one of the world’s biggest Jeopardy! fans (I DVR it every day and kind of freaked out a couple of times when the stupid NBA Finals pre-empted it last week), I am beyond relieved. I can’t imagine that show without Trebek correcting people’s French pronunciation and acting like a know-it-all. I really mean that shit – I love Alex Trebek, with or without lip ferret.