By David Poland poland@moviecitynews.com
'Passing' Mentions: A Sleepy Red Carpet in Tribeca
The Friday preceding a three-day weekend has never symbolized productivity, but the slowness of this particular slow news day has me yawning in my coffee. Assuming Roger Friedman’s “Paul Haggis is a Scientologist” nugget gets you more bothered than hot, the gossips today offer little but an ineloquent Winter Passing gang bang. Alas, of the two WP events terrorizing New York Wednesday night (The Reeler previewed Gen Art’s circle of Hell earlier that day), the press converged on the one with seemingly the least opportunity for catastrophe–the Cinema Society screening at the Tribeca Grand.
Rush and Molloy boast what I guess you would call the riskiest dispatch, getting WP star Ed Harris on the record about vice-sniper Dick Cheney:
“You don’t shoot birds on the ground, you shoot them in the air,” (Harris) told us. “I love how they’re trying to blame the other guy for getting shot. Unless the guy is 20 feet tall, Cheney wasn’t aiming in the right direction.”
Liberal scum! Harris also made an appearance in today’s photo finish for Item Least Likely to be Mistaken for Actual Gossip, starting with an unusually sterile editon of Boldface Names:
(I)n The Right Stuff, the wife of Mr. Harris’s character (JOHN GLENN) was played by MARY JO DESCHANEL, and the cinematographer was CALEB DESCHANEL, Zooey’s parents. “I knew Zooey,” Mr. Harris said. “I think I actually painted her bedroom when she was 1 or 2.”
And advancing us from diabetic shock to full-on coma, a reinvigorated Cindy Adams takes no prisoners:
Up close, Zooey Deschanel is gorgeous to die. Not a zit, not an enlarged pore, not a hair on her chin. And skinny? If she stood sideways, they’d mark her absent. “But I eat tons of food,” said Zoo-Zoo, which is her dad’s pet name for her. “Not just vegetables and chicken. Sweets. Lots of sweets. Chocolates. I love food. I’m an eater.” Also a borrower. “My Prada dress is only on loan.” Also a sipper. At the screening, Zoo-Zoo worked a Champagne flute.
All right, fine. So the Gen Art party was the way to go, after all.
Haggis is a Scientologist? Did not know.