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Paris Hilton Gets Halloween Scare From Violent Boyfriend
3:05AM Brian Moylan | Like the Tim Curry song says, anything can happen on Halloween. Paris Hilton can get choked, Tinsley Mortimer can tape a reality show, Elton John can get sick. It’s Monday’s leftover gossip candy. More »8:20AM STV | Fearless Predictions, with Oliver Stone: Cindy Adams has been there from the beginning with W., with her ambitious rewrite earlier this summer recently giving way to a late bit of story consulting with director Oliver Stone. Trouble persists at the 11th hour, however, as Stone’s satiric dystopia hardly conforms to Adams’s more optimistic vision at all: “There’s no malice in the movie. It’s just that it becomes obvious Bush’s legacy has been trashed. The family name doesn’t mean anything anymore. Like, for instance, Jeb Bush will never be president.” And what will the president think of the film? “He’ll say it’s horseshit.” Wait until he sees how our crystal ball plays it out. [NYP] More »
Expert Bullwhip Channeler Cindy Adams Has the Dirt on Every Nasty Prop in Hollywood
9:15AM Defamer Hollywood | No one combats Indy 4 fatigue like our batty, beloved gossip aunt Cindy Adams, who today grilled one of the blockbuster’s key consultants in an attempt to discover the sexy mystique of — wait for it — the bullwhip. Not just any bullwhip, of course, but Harrison Ford’s $1,000 bullwhip — all 13 feet and two-and-a-half pounds of it, said whipmaster Anthony De Longis: More »
Gifted Cindy Adams Rewrites ‘W’ Script Just in Time for Shooting
3:35AM Defamer Hollywood | In her latest gesture of a humane tradition that includes everything from A-list fetus guarding to Yorkie rescue/fetishization, Cindy Adams today saves readers the $11 they would have shelled out to see Oliver Stone’s W when it opens this October. While we’d obviously read a few mildly tantalising reviews in the last month (which is evidently news to Adams, who appears to think she’s the only one who’s nabbed a copy of the script) it takes a certain rare, Cindyesque fortitude and genius to condense the entirety of Stanley Weiser’s 125-page screenplay to a single gossip column in the New York Post: