By David Poland poland@moviecitynews.com
Snobs, Sheets and So On: Welcome Back, Cindy Adams
Shockingly, more than two months have passed since Cindy Adams’s last mention on The Reeler. I can remember when nary a day went by without some massively entertaining screed against J. Lo. or King Kong or some confused, soaked-sheet phone romp with Matthew Modine. Today, however, Adams greeted readers with a two-fer (or maybe a one-and-a-halfer) that should help her re-establish dominion in my heart–and yours.
Like this adorable verbal shrug regarding David Kamp and Lawrence Levi’s upcoming book, The Film Snob’s Dictionary (to be reviewed here Feb. 21):
WHAT this means I don’t know, but coming out is The Film Snob’s Dictionary, which states: “The only Tom Cruise movie it’s OK for Snobs to like is Ridley Scott’s Legend.” That was ’85, Tom’s first super-important role. Maybe someone can explain to me what all that’s supposed to mean?
Of course, nobody fucks with Cindy, so I contacted the authors right away to inform them of her request. They clarified a little while ago on the official Snobsite:
Cindy, if you even have to ask… but we will say that, for starters, U.S. audiences only got to see the tragically truncated 89-minute version, while the European version ran nearly a half-hour longer. That alone is enough to create a Snob cause célèbre.
As Cindy herself might say, possibly maybe perhaps we just might elaborate on this when the people who elaborate on such things feel like elaborating some more if they’re in an elaborating mood. And when the room service people in the Shanghai Mandarin Oriental figure out how to make a simple bagel with a schmear for Joey. Is all we’re saying.
And this is me, finally exhaling. Now that that is settled, we can move on to Cindy’s next item, which appeared anonymously yesterday on Gawker but which Cindy attributed today–accidentally or otherwise–to one of the New York film community’s own:
SCOTT Gluck of the Weinstein Company got on the E train at West Fourth. Sitting opposite was a person with a white sheet over his head. No cut-out eyes, no holes for the nose. Nothing. And he just sat there like that. Not one other passenger even batted an eyelash at this sight.
Stunning. It is always a nice to see the Weinstein staff hitting the gossip circuit so hard. Memo to Scott Gluck: While I prefer the dirty laundry to just, you know, laundry, I will run your camera phone pictures and laugh at your burka jokes until I puke if you think it will get me any closer to The King. Cindy is fun, and Gawker is sexy, but they will not respect you in the morning. They will not even remember you in the morning. So write it down: Tips [at] TheReeler.com. I am here for you, pal.
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