I was naive to think it could go on forever--a fool to even try. And yet, although beautiful memories of Drew Barrymore, Jenna Malone, Mandy Moore, and others possibly underage drinking all over the damn town will forever linger and wax appropriately sepia-toned, SIFF's new policy of failing to extend its usual invitations to linger about various VIP suites has rendered it almost impossible for me to care. Perhaps when all the newbies running that so-called show get properly briefed upon the appropriate place of press and its various members will I again feel the event deserving my humble seven inches. Of column space. Dirty head.
Bill Kapfer... where the fuck are you?
Unrelated to SIFF, which I'm completely ignoring now: Bobby Brown recently reported to no one in particular, "I'm trying to marry my wife again this year." By wife, he apparently meant Whitney. Redundancy is, of course, a sure sign of being Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston.
Also, repetitiveness.
"Nobody I know seems to know who he is, but while waiting to get into the SIFF White Stripes documentary tonight at the Egyptian (which was so awful we left early), I saw Kevin Seal of Kevin Seal: Sporting Fool MTV fame leaving the previous film. I said, 'Hey, its Kevin Seal!'" --Carter
Dear Carter--We're ignoring SIFF. Please pay attention.
Courtney Love, bless her, has bristled with many spastic doings since last she was arrested for things, forced back (and back and back) into rehab for the illicit ingestion of things, and allegedly hurting people by heaving things, and yet I have failed utterly in sharing. But rest assured that my reasons for ignoring Courtney are entirely other from the reasons I'm ignoring SIFF, but are just as delightfully refreshing. And I do too know who Kevin Seal is. Two words: Headbanger's Ball.
On the P. Diddy at the Broadway QFC front: "I was at the QFC near the Broadway Market at 11:00 a.m. on June 1. Then 'P. Diddy' walked through the market. I saw some muscle-type guys outside the market and they looked like they might have been his bodyguards. I am not sure about that though. After a brief trip to Vivace, I walked through the market to buy a greeting card and I asked a guy working at a T-Mobile kiosk if I really saw 'someone famous.' He said, 'Like Sean Combs.' I said 'Yes,' and then he said, 'I think you did.'"
Lastly, there is reportedly a "big star" in town from London, staying on Fifth Avenue in the general vicinity of Battery Street maybe. Stalk, and see for yourself. And me too, since I have no clue who my sources are talking about.
