PrivacyWatch celebrity sightings are submitted by our readers, and are posted several times a week, so send them in often. Submit yours to tips[AT]defamer.com (please put "sighting" or "PrivacyWatch" in the subject line) and tell everyone about the time you spotted bodybuilder prop comic Carrot Top discretely awaiting the 704 rapid line.
PrivacyWatch celebrity sightings are submitted by our readers, and are posted several times a week, so send them in often. Submit yours to tips[AT]defamer.com (please put "sighting" or "PrivacyWatch" in the subject line) and tell everyone about the time the presence of Judd Apatow's husky muse Seth Rogen sent shockwaves throughout a Beverly Blvd. coffee house.
PrivacyWatch celebrity sightings are submitted by our readers, and are posted several times a week, so if lady luck should happen to gift you with one, don't squander it: Write it up and send it in! Submit yours to tips[AT]defamer.com (please put "sighting" or "PrivacyWatch" in the subject line) and tell everyone about the time you dined among the boy band diaspora:
· The Screengrab blog compiles a two-part top ten list of the worst accents in movie history, including Keanu Reeves' hilarious effort in Bram Stoker's Dracula, which produced a result so bizarre that his dialect coach was executed following its premiere.
·The Office's Jenna Fischer finds a way to increase her already impressive nerd fanbase.
· Winona Ryder's rack is poised to make a big-time comeback.
· Still no bids on Gwen Stefani's petrified wedding donuts.
PrivacyWatch celebrity sightings are submitted by our readers—the best sighting submitters in the world! We fell far short of the 50 we challenged on Tuesday, so, unfortunately, there will be no cake. Still, we'd be remiss if we did not sweep up the last scraps of celebrity spottings for 2006—no matter how Z-list—in order to start with a clean slate in 2007. Submit yours to tips[AT]defamer.com (please put "sighting" or "PrivacyWatch" in the subject line) and let everyone know about the time you saw Pauly Shore sulking near corned beef.
PrivacyWatch celebrity sightings are submitted by our readers, and are now posted several times a week—so start sending them in more often. Send yours to tips[AT]defamer.com (please put "sighting" or "PrivacyWatch" in the subject line) and let the world hear all about the time you spotted television's Blossom, Mayim Bialik, looking so damn fine she nearly knocked the gay right out of you.
Longtime Defamer readers may remember the time that monosyllabic Matrix thespian Keanu Reeves first established the open-faced motorcycle helmet as last summer's must-have accessory for the quirkily conspicuous celebrity moviegoer. A Defamer operative notes that Reeves was once again rocking the indoor-helmet look at the ArcLight, possibly in an attempt to reestablish the trend for the fall fashion season:
PrivacyWatch celebrity sightings are submitted by our readers. Send yours to tips[AT]defamer.com (please put "sighting" or "PrivacyWatch" in the subject line) and let everyone know about the time you saw Ed Harris weather the indignity of having to tell the airport limo driver holding the "E. Harris" sign that he's the guy.
Keanu Reeves has let the pain of childhood abandonment and personal tragedy accumulate for too long, and the actor has finally chosen to speak out about it. In this we support him. What we're having a harder time getting behind is whom he chose to share his exclusive with: PARADE magazine—the Sunday newspaper insert, printed on the highest quality news-tissue, and typically the first thing to tumble into the big blue bin followed by the Classifieds and Home Depot circulars:
The Smoking Gun reprints the production riders for several celebrity rock bands, detailing their (frankly boring) backstage catering needs: Everything from His Royal Whoaness Keanu Reeves' very wholesome Dogstar demands ("1 large pot of hot soup (vegetable or chicken)"), Jared Leto's fat-making tricks of the trade ("Take-out food for ten (10) people...Taco Bell, pizza are fine."), and manorexia survivor Dennis Quaid's calorie-deficient suggestions for his band The Sharks ("Assorted Herbal Teas...Hot Water..."). We were shocked, however, to read that the Steven Seagal Band rider requested "36 cans of Red Bull." If Seagal can't force his own band to enjoy the peppy refreshment of Steven Seagal's Lightning Bolt, how can he expect any of us to become loyal customers of his own branded energy beverage?
Hollywood PrivacyWatch celebrity sightings are submitted by our readers. Send yours to tips[AT]defamer.com (please put "sighting" or "PrivacyWatch" in the subject line) and let everyone know about the night you saw Keanu Reeves show up overdressed for a pajama party with a hammered blond on his arm.
The Cityrag blog tracks Keanu Reeves' possibly pathological (and almost certainly unhygienic) dedication to his "look" from a party in NY on July 12th to an LA restaurant a few days ago. Now that the actor has appropriated Albert Einstein's legendary (and probably apocryphal) tendency to wear the same outfit every day, we expect that Reeves will apply the conserved brain power to cracking the Unified Field Theory or remembering to remove his motorcycle helmet after entering a movie theater, you know, whatever blows his skirt up.
Hollywood's annual late summer slowdown and the party-dampening post-hurricane atmosphere have taken a predictable toll on the movie premiere circuit. (To wit: VPage is covering the Williams sisters.) Still, studios with product to release must soldier on and shuffle through their red carpet song and dance, aware this is probably not the best time for crab cakes and chocolate fountains. An operative submits this report from last night's Thumbsucker premiere at the Egyptian, complete with a self-conscious admission by a rep that partying under such circumstances is "uncomfortable." You think?
From the multiple reports we've gotten surrounding last night's clusterfucky premiere of Pretty Persuasion and a screening of The Aristocrats that would've been unremarkable if not for the incredibly conspicuous presence of a munchies-afflicted Keanu Reeves (in a motorcycle helmet, no less), it seems like everyone was at the ArcLight last night.
Forgive us, Lord, for it is late in the day and we are so very, very weak. And realize that we are trying, for we spent the last ten minutes debating whether or not to go with the title above or, "Whoa! I know reverse peristalsis."
