Triple-digit temperatures can drive a woman to do nutty things, but in the case of Courtney Love, it's not a very long drive. Inspired, perhaps, by the 1920s wardrobe worn by Angelina Jolie in Clint Eastwood's upcoming The Changeling, the skeletal Hole singer rang in the weekend by swanning through Malibu dressed up as a ghost flapper. Said the concerned Daily Mail:
Here's how a writer on the Seattle Post-Intelligencer website decided that Courtney Love might front a reunited version of her late husband's band Nirvana this summer: First, a writer for the local alt-weekly received a random text message saying it might happen, then blogged about it. Then, the co-founder of indie record label Sub Pop, which was supposedly hosting the pioneering grunge band's reunion, posted a comment on the alt-weekly post saying "it's 100% true." A shocked music blogger blogged about the apparent confirmation, and a blogger at the Post-Intelligencer — a reader in the "Reader Blogs" section, mind you, not a newspaper staffer — followed with his own post. Since this post was on the Post-Intelligencer website, it had enough credibility to be forwarded to our tips email address. The only problem?
Mono-polared rock legend Courtney Love recently fought back against TMZ, who, working in collusion with the Anaheim Police Department, attempted to paint the singer as being a few babydoll-dresses short of a full wardrobe when she claimed white-collar criminals had bilked the Cobain estate of nearly $70 million. (The fighting-back consisted of several angry MySpace blog posts, in which she notably dropped the trademarked pidgin English that made every visit such an indecipherable good time.) Now, reports the Daily Mail, Love has decided to quit America's quick-to-diagnose shores for England's far more tolerant, let's-wait-until-she- kills-someone- before-we-really- start-throwing -around-words-like-"crazy" embrace:
Rocker/delusionist Courtney Love, has, according to the Sun, filed a report with the Van Nuys police department in which she claims to have been the victim of a massive identity theft operation. Among her allegations: That the thieves opened 188 credit cards (one for every voice in her head!) in her name, bilked Francis Bean's trust fund of $69 million, and purchased a $3.2 million home in New Brunswick using Kurt Cobain's social security number. TMZ did some sniffing, and found that the police had dismissed the case as imagined, and that Love had been "diagnosed with bipolar disorder." Which brings us to this response on her MySpace blog, where some of the most exciting advancements in the realm of post-linguistic lunatic theory are being made:
Haven't you heard? Stripping is back en vogue again (again)! Partly thanks to Ms. Busey-Hunt herself, the IdolStripperGate nonsense, and all those former strippers blogging away in support of the feminist cause that is taking your clothes off for money, our slideshow-happy friends at Us Magazine have dredged up the secret pasts of some other former private dancers. And though some may not surprise you (Courtney Love? NO! WAY!), there are also some Hollywood A-listers on their list. Find out after the jump which three Oscar nominees have, at one time or another, had to pull crumpled George Washingtons from their crotches after a long night of hustling.
Crazy old Courtney Love continues to regale the internet with her drunken ramblings. This time the rock and/or roller rants at length, on a CitySearch page no less, about how New York accounting firm Altman, Greenfield, & Selvaggi has bilked her out of some money. "my forensic pyschiatrist looked at herbooks and declared Victoria Blake to be 'psychotic'", she keens. "Selvaggis justa bad guy, theres Beemers and ironically he opened a joint business account with an ex boyfriend who rana MASSIVE real estate scam involving unincoprated townships and convalescent homes through these accounts." Big words! She also mentions that members of Kurt Cobain's family have been nefariously cheated. Is it real? Is it fake? Either way real Courtney Love or fake Courtney Love has wayyy too much time on her hands. The full, bizarre missive after the jump.
While there were certainly no lack of internet destinations to service your Oscars liveblogging and post-morteming needs, none of those takes can really hold a candle to the punctuation- and sanity-free zone of Courtney Love's own MySpace wrap-up. We take you now directly to the Courtney Oscars Live Feed:
Even though Hollywood's A-List was deprived of a chance to eat and drink on Vanity Fair's dime last night, two fiestas proved that celebrities will not let a little thing like tradition get in the way of a night of free booze and swag. Elton John's Annual AIDS Foundation Oscar Party usually has a strong turnout of power players, but the star wattage at the 16th incarnation of the bash last night was a few standard deviations past the norm, thanks mainly to the absence of Graydon Carter's soiree. Highlights included Tilda Swinton kissing her Oscar in some sort of Buddhist mating ritual, as well as the public debut of Hollywood's newest power couple, Sean Penn and Petra Nemcova. We've got pictures after the jump.
Give some credit to Harper's Bazaar photog Jeff Reidel for convincing Frances Bean Cobain to strike an Evita Peron pose in the newest issue of the magazine. While we're pretty sure that the meta-ness of dressing up as a character that one of her mother's biggest rivals once portrayed on the silver screen was lost on the young Miss Cobain, we here at Defamer HQ are eating it up as if it were a late-afternoon sandwich made by none other than Marshall McLuhan himself. Speaking of which, we can't wait for the day when a wildly drunk and bloated Frances Bean crashes a televised interview of Lourdes Maria Ciccone Leon. We're sure the look on the animatronic Kurt Loder's face is gonna be priceless. [Harper's Bazaar via Gawker]
Courtney Love is the same as the rest of us. Much like you and I (or maybe just me), the addled and insane singer/songwriter (and better singer/songwriter marry-er) sometimes gets trashed and goes on the internet and writes embarrassing things. Her medium of choice seems to be her MySpace blog (Why must celebrities have blogs?) Last week she posted an angry rant directed at a person who had published Courtney's friend's phone number, saying it was the rock star's. Now the friend is getting tons of calls and Courtney is just fed fucking up with it. The most wonderfully inscrutable and bloggy detail I could glean from it is that she doesn't actually do anything for the site, but still loves MySpace very much: "..it takes about 8 people to run this site for some reason and tho i do read the comments i dontrtend to write lengthy letters back personally although occasionally i wrote a friend or somneone i like or post at someones space b ut not too often, trhats just how these my spaces work- so dont go offended - i love this my space and i dont need this karma wierdness- get off my cloud." Everyone's always on my damn cloud, too, Courtney. [ohnotheydidn't] Full text fter the jump, plus the wonderful, classic video of Courtney Love harassing Kurt Loder and Madonna at the VMAs.
No wonder Courtney Love is handing out sobriety advice right and left these days: her daughter, Frances Bean Cobain, seems to have come out OK, even though her dad killed himself and her mom is Courtney Love. Frances is already 15, and she just got a photo spread in a big magazine, and it's not for getting arrested somewhere! Apparently she has a cool grandmother in Washington who doesn't destroy her chances of ever being normal by saying things like, "she's a gay man trapped in a woman's body," as Courtney Love just told People. One guess as to which side of the family the grandmother is from. [Harper's Bazaar]
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Last we heard from Steve Coogan, Courtney Love (of all people) was throwing him under the bus for being a bad influence on Owen Wilson. But now that Hamlet 2 has sold for a whopping (and probably ludicrous) $10 million to Focus Features at Sundance, Steve Coogan has officially rebounded from scoundrel to star status. While it may be too early to proclaim him to be the next Mr. Bean (who, by our humble estimation, is the last British comedian to break here Stateside), his starring role in what may turn out to be this year's Park City standout can't do anything but help raise the British comedian's rep from the murky depths of tabloid hell.
Outspoken proponent of 5150-hold survivors' rights Courtney Love has, according to NME.com, settled on the two actors she think could most accurately bring her tumultuous marriage to life in a movie version of Kurt Cobain biography Heavier Than Heaven. In the part of her Tormented Musical Genius and Voice of a Generation husband, she wisely, if rather safely, elected Ryan Gosling, who in Half Nelson proved how effectively he can crawl into the skin of a barely functioning but brilliant drug addict, and, in Lars and the Real Girl, made it somehow believable that someone could fall in love with a mostly-plastic spouse that required constant propping.
While we've previously offered our own (admittedly uninformed) speculation about what Britney Spears might have ingested to earn some chill-out time at Cedars Sinai and sources have since insisted that Spears is clean, we still feel that the analysis of one Courtney Love, perhaps the leading celebrity expert on chemical overindulgence and 5150-ward detentions, is noteworthy: "man was that truly neccessary? Poor thing, i didnt need to see all that fecal matter on the walls but Thaliens at Cedars is obviously loads nicer than Bellevue- shes takingt far too much adderol, thats what ive heard and what appears to be the issue to me wich is by the way none of my fucking business.or ours. I hope she gets a smoke soon, they dont let you smoke for 72 hours on a 5150, its blows for her, and i feel bad for her , really really bad for her- i came in as an outsiderso i didnt come in as a sweetheart, its slightly easier for me, i was never a good girl,l its still sucks ass, but oh whatever....nevermind.bless i hope people stop hurting on her."
xxc [MySpace]
· Naomi Watts is on board to star in Universal's remake of The Birds, which, thankfully, the studio isn't rushing into production, allowing time for a possible rewrite of the script still in development that could further address the avian-backstory problems they've previously identified in the Hitchcock original. [Variety]
· While Hollywood eagerly awaits the results of the WGA's strike authorization vote, writers and studios won't resume their tug of war over a giant pencil until Monday morning. [THR]
