Tales from Tinseltown: Now, in honor of lazy journalists, uh, summer: Tinseltown’s hit list

The dog days of summer are typically the time for TV reruns - fodder to fill the idle weeks until we quit caring about the lawn and the start of the football season.

The dog days of summer are typically the time for TV reruns - fodder to fill the idle weeks until we quit caring about the lawn and the start of the football season.

The dog days of summer are typically the time for TV reruns -

fodder to fill the idle weeks until we quit caring about the lawn and

the start of the football season.



I was considering joining suit and re-running one of my old columns, but

was dissuaded from this crazy, lazy, hazy idea by my mother. ’Didn’t

your readers suffer enough the first time around?,’ she asked. God bless

her for assuming I have readers.



Nonetheless, I still think that this is the ideal time to issue a sort

of progress report on matters previously tackled (head on, I might add)

in this hard-hitting column. Buckle up.



The Emmy Awards Show controversy: Quick recap: the Television Academy

decided to stop credentialing personal publicists for the Emmy awards

because they clog the reception line and too many items turn up missing

afterwards. Stan Rosenfeld (who reps George Clooney and John Goodman)

protested, Publicist Guild president Fran Zell quickly joined the fray

and last week the Academy backed down. This means you will continue to

enjoy the sight of Bruce Willis’ publicist Paul Bloch’s colorful

Hawaiian shirts on the boob tube come Emmy season.



Actors vs. advertisers: Amazingly, the striking commercial actors are

still holding out, trying to drum up support anywhere (like among the

Associated Pipe Cleaners of Greater Barstow). As a result, television ad

shoots have relocated elsewhere, including Central Europe.



Me, I think it’s just temporary. There are simply not enough fashionable

stores in which to buy black clothing in Bulgaria and it’s practically

impossible to find Evian in Hungary. Commercial producers wearing beige

and sipping Mattoni in Krakow? It can’t last. If the actors stick to

their guns, they’ll pull this one out.



Personal publicists vs. unit publicists: Since I wrote about the turf

battles that sometimes occur ’tween publicists who represent actors and

those who represent the movies those actors appear in, the response has

been overwhelming. I’d say, oh, I dunno, at least four people have

called.



One of the calls was a wrong number, but the other three callers had

plenty to say, believe me, most of which I can’t print.



One of them was actually on my side. ’I’m glad you wrote about that,’ he

said. ’It’s true, but I’d be scared to say it.’



That’s me. Brave. Fearless. Outspoken. Out of work.



Finally, in May I correctly predicted the six division leaders of Major

League Baseball as of August 1: New York, Chicago, Seattle, Atlanta, St.

Louis and San Francisco. You recall that, don’t you? Wait ... did my

editor take that out?



Well, just to test him, I’m giving you next year’s Super Bowl winner

right here and now. Let me know if it doesn’t appear.



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