Sorry, I should clarify: a whole lot of women and a couple dudes. For some reason, the men of Hollywood aren’t exactly rushing to pipe up with their thoughts about the recent dump of sexual harassment allegations against Harvey Weinstein. Which I’m sure is just because they dropped their cellphones in the toilet and have no current means of communication, and not because they had been benefiting from doing business with the alleged creepy shower enthusiast. But for now, we’ve got the thoughts from plenty of actresses and a couple actors, including George Clooney.
You gotta be a new kind of dickhead to answer a claim of sexual harassment by insinuating that your accuser is most likely lying because she’s had a tough life including getting sexually abused. Harvey Weinstein IS that new kind of dickhead.
Harvey Weinstein talked to the New York Post about all of the allegations that came out in The New York Times yesterday and he refuted Ashley Judd’s claim that he sexually harassed her during a hotel room meeting in 1997. Oddly, this was in concert with the lengthy and rambling apology he issued to the New York Times for “bad behavior.” So you did harass women just not Ashley? It’s like the flipside of the boy who cried wolf. It’s the boy who cried “wanna watch me shower?”
As expected, The New York Times published an exposé about how movie mogul and Miramax/Weinstein Company founder Harvey Weinstein is allegedly a serial sexual harasser who has been using his power to creep on and prey on women for nearly three decades. This will come as the opposite of shocking to anyone who has followed the not-so-secret gross adventures of Harvey’s casting couch. The Times spoke to several actresses and former employees, and painted Harvey as a white Bill Cosby sans the whole “drugging” thing.
That will probably be the most random headline I write all day.
Rose McGowan is super angry about a billboard she recently saw promoting the film X-Men: Apocalypse. The billboard, which is one of several different ones, shows Oscar Isaac’s character Apocalypse choking out Jennifer Lawrence’s character Mystique. My knowledge of X-Men is limited to the Saturday morning animated series on FOX and whatever I’m able to remember from the time I snuck into X2 after The Lizzie McGuire Movie. So I don’t exactly remember anything about Apocalypse being that type of dude. But regardless of whether he is or not, Rose McGowan isn’t here for a billboard featuring what Rose thinks looks like an act of domestic abuse. A picture of the billboard is after the cut.
Rose McGowan must already be feeling the effects of that big ass lawsuit. Rose is trying to save money by not buying clothes and is going out wearing shirts made of napkins and crib skirts.
Rose’s rep confirms to People that she’s been hit with a multi-million dollar lawsuit from a woman who has apparently been in a bad way and it’s thanks to one of her dogs. TMZ was first to report the sad, shitty news. An 85-year-old woman named Elna Ebner (who may or may not be named after a silent movie star) is suffering from extreme brain damage and has been lying in a bed with 24/7 care after Rose’s dog Mrs. Noodle jumped on her, causing her to fall and crack her head on the cement. Elna says that she and her daughter were on a walk in the Hollywood Hills when Rose’s dog walker approached with Mrs. Noodle and a smaller dog friend.
In news that is the direct opposite of “surprising,” Rose McGowan’s agency shredded her number and kicked her ass out of the exit door for calling out Hollywood’s sexist ways and professional shit maker Adam Sandler in a tweet. Last week, Rose tweeted a casting note for a movie starring an actor whose name rhymes with “Madam Panhandler” and the note asked for auditioning actresses to wear a dark, tight tank top that showed off their tits. The note also said that push-up bras were a plus. I know, the note really shocked us all, because I’m sure we all thought that actresses auditioning for an Adam Sandler movie were only asked to provide a diploma from Juilliard and to prepare three dramatic Shakespearean monologues.
Last night, Rose tweeted that dropping a fart on that casting note got her fired from her agency:
— rose mcgowan (@rosemcgowan) June 25, 2015
But according to Rose, she doesn’t need an agent anymore. In a batshit crazy interview with Defamer that was posted yesterday, she said that she’s done with acting and nobody represents her right now
“A lot of agents aren’t supportive of their talent in any way. Nobody’s understood how to represent me, which is why, other than film publicists, I currently have no representation other than my lawyer. I don’t need it.”
This whole thing is a little confusing. Rose tweeted that she got tossed onto the yellow inflatable exit slide (Never 4Get Steven Slater) last night (June 24). Defamer’s interview with Rose happened before June 24. The Wrap says that Rose was officially let go from her agency, Innovative Artists, on June 24, two days after her agent Sheila Wenzel left the agency. So either dates got mixed up or Rose learned psychic skills while being in that cult. I don’t know, but I do know that we’re probably never ever going to get a long-awaited (by me, and only me, probably) sequel to Jawbreaker, but yet Madam Panhandler still gets paid millions of dollars to squeeze out shit show after shit show. I blame my mom, really, because she once told me that her favorite movie of 2011 was Jack and Jill. Whenever she looks at me sideways for having another drink at dinner, I always say to her, “You told me you loved Jack and Jill. You drove me right to the bottle!“