With news spreading of Sean Young's Schnabel-shushing shenanigans at Saturday night's DGA awards—a story you may have first read about here on Sunday, and that has now achieved critical mass thanks to a lively, first-person retelling by Julie Chen on The Late Show—the spent actress has achieved new rock-bottom depths in the annals of awards season gate-crashing. (Lower even than the time the Blade Runner star sent security on a cat-and-mouse chase throughout the topiaries of the 2006 Vanity Fair Oscar party.) Young has now checked herself into rehab, The Insider is reporting:

Diving Bell and the Butterfly director Julian Schnabel tends to split cultural observers the way Hillary splits voters: half adore their ballsy confidence and think they're really making a difference in their respective fields, while the other half kind of just wants to drive a knife into their paunchy tummies. The latter impulse almost sent a London Telegraph reporter to jail after spending time with the hairy-chested artiste for an interview out today. It seems Schnabel's suggestion that the journalist, Mick Brown, was not famous enough to name-drop, coupled with Schnabel's tendency to say "'Cigarette, por favor' to no one in particular" during their meetings was enough to send Brown over the edge...

Julian Schnabel, the artist and film maker, forgets a reporter's name — two hours into the interview.

[Diving Bell and The Butterfly director Julian Schnabel attends the National Board of Review awards gala last night in New York; image via INF]

After a disorienting Golden Access Globes Press Hollywood Conference Awards that left nominees and audiences alike utterly befuddled (we understand Sally Field was fished out of The Grove's dancing waters fountain at 3 a.m. delivering an impassioned speech about bringing the troops home to two security guards on a golf cart), our traditional Globes parties post-mortem promised to be a similar mess. Still, if there were awards, and there were winners, by God there's going to be a reactions round-up, even if it comes off sounding a lot like the ones you read after the nominations are announced:
· The Atonement crew toasted their win at a bungalow at the Chateau Marmont, where the ghost of O.D.'d John Belushi smiled over their WWII romance's win. [Variety]
· Marion Cotillard enjoyed her win for La Vie en Rose from the Four Seasons. "I'm enjoying so much what's going on here, I can't be disappointed in any way," she said, convincingly masking her extreme disappointment. [Variety]

So Julian Schnabel's bright pink building—what color is that anyway, eh? And is that a leading question? Do we care? Where is Cuba? What is Cuba? These are the questions raised by the Villager regarding the hue of Schnabel's West Village crazy-house.

Artiste, award-winning director and painter Julian Schnabel just exposed his massive West Village building and the neighbors aren't happy. We haven't seen Pink that hot since 2001's Missundaztood. But Schnabel's mind works differently than us normals. Did you really expect the thought process that gave way to his massive plate paintings would debase itself by soliciting neighborhood input? It's not like when Michelangelo was painting the Sistine Chapel he was like, "Fellow Romans: better like this? Or better like this?"