<![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, jeff lewis]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, jeff lewis]]> http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/jefflewis http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/jefflewis <![CDATA['Flipping Out' Star Threatens 'Ugly Betty' Actress; Gays Unable to Choose Sides]]> High camp has no enemies. Besides—humorless scolds (like Anita Bryant, or Chuck Norris) produce unwitting camp through their very opposition. But what happens when it's camp vs. camp?

This is the deep question facing us today, as insane Flipping Out star Jeff Lewis and Ugly Betty actress Ashley Jensen (the Scottish chick) tangle in a war of words, threats, and lawsuits. Each is on a show that is among television's campiest, so when these two players go to war, does it produce an ironic overload, or will the anecdote collapse inward on itself like a souffle?

According to the documents filed in Los Angeles County Superior Court, Jensen and [her husband Terence] Beesley live next door to a house Lewis is currently renovating in the tony Los Feliz section of the city. The couple took issue earlier this year when they realized a deck Lewis had constructed on the fixer-upper home had encroached on their pricey property. [...]

After all parties were alerted to the violation, Jensen and her hubby claim that Lewis offered them $10,000 to buy an easement and simply let the deck stand. However, after consulting with other real estate experts, the couple say they were informed that the property Lewis had encroached upon was actually worth $100,000—10 times the amount of his lowball sum.

Clearly unhappy with the new figure, Lewis, the papers claim, paid a late-night visit to his neighbors' home and countered with a $30,000 offer, as well as a threat to make their lives miserable and generally talk nonstop smack about them on the new season of his show.

Apparently it wasn't the best business tactic.

As a result of Jensen and Beesley's lawsuit, which also named Lewis' business partner and reality-show costar Ryan Brown, earlier this week the court issued a temporary restraining order against Lewis, ordering him to stay 50 feet away from Jensen's home and not harass, assault or trespass on the property.

Perhaps things would have gone more smoothly if an inattentive Lewis hadn't mistaken a visiting America Ferrera for his housekeeper Zoila, barking, "Zoila, PLEASE get me a drink that's 70 percent bourbon, 20 percent punch, 10 percent I'm gonna kick this Ugly Betty broad's ass all the way down Hillhurst if she won't give in. You want your gays to keep watching your show? Then don't mess with the guy who nets Bravo consistent highs in HH and total viewers!"

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<![CDATA[Come Fly with Cloris!]]> The indomitable Cloris Leachman's quest to become a Sanjaya-level pox/boon to Dancing with Stars continued last night, and it looks like the 82-year-old has finally hit upon a winning formula. First, Leachman shuffles around, doing little but mugging. Then, just as people begin to tire of her simple soft-shoe, she pulls out the big guns: in this case, allowing partner Corky Ballas to grab one leg and one arm and spin her around in the air, treating all of America to an impressively unexpected upskirt shot.

Will it be enough to stave off Leachman's elimination for one more week? We'll find out soon, though to judge from the audience reaction shots afterward, Leachman has already won over two disparate admirers: House Bunny star Anna Faris and Flipping Out's Jeff Lewis. And, as the old saying says, "Where the comediennes and OCD martini olive counters go, so goes the nation."

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<![CDATA[Today On 'Feeling Zoila': Giving Danks For Breakfast]]> · Forget gay marriage—we're waiting for domestic/employer marriages to be legalized, so that Flipping Out's Jeff Lewis can finally make an honest woman out of his frittata-serving lifemate, Zoila. [Bravo]
· Jerry Seinfeld's lawyers are now accusing cookbook author Missy Chase Lapine of craftily switching lawsuit terminology from "comedian" to "actor" to help her defamation case, which to us suggests they're getting desperate. [AP]
· Charlie Sheen feels just awful about using the N-word in some voicemails he left Denise Richards three years ago. He would also like to stress that that doesn't at all lessen his desire to see her nudged off the side of a hot air balloon basket. [ET Online]
·Ah, UTA Joblist, how far you've tumbled: Paradigm is now slumming it on Craigslist in search of assistants. [Craigslist]
· A moose head in your bed will be the least of your problems when you cross Canada's ruthless Salmon Mafia. [CNN]

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<![CDATA[Why Can't You Give Martini-Olive Counting Jeff Lewis The Respect That He's Entitled To?]]> Depending on where you lie on the whole "insufferable, OCD-afflicted, house-flipping boss from Hell"-loving spectrum, news that the second season of Bravo's surprise hit Flipping Out premieres tonight will either come as a delight, or warning. Either way, it bears mentioning. Back again is the series's polarizing central figure, Jeff Lewis, who last season memorably spent 45 minutes entering a compound-drink order that involved the use of an overhead projector, a laser pointer, and a periodic table of the elements. In the preview scene above, Lewis has quite remarkably succeeding in adding yet another Boy Friday to his revolving menagerie of assistants. One week in, New Chris still seems eager to attend to his boss's fucking insane demands. To wit: stocking the meticulously numbered and aligned contents of his sparse refrigerator. (Coffee-Mates: 6. Yogurts: 6. Jars of martini olives: 3. Lunatics running the asylum: 1.) Like we said, you can either deal with this, or you can't. Personally, we're waiting for the series's breakout domestic to get her own spinoff, Feeling Zoila.

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<![CDATA['Flipping Out' Star Makes Mistake Of Apologizing To Abused TV Underlings]]> Upon seeing the bile-spewing, assistant-firing, OCD-fueled "monster" captured by Bravo's unblinking TV cameras, Flipping Out star Jeff Lewis had something of an epiphany: Holy crap, I really was that guy with the screaming and the cat psychics and the 70 percent lemonade/20 percent punch/10 percent Sprite drink orders, wasn't I? Rather than blame the network's editors for making him into the most watchable reality TV star in recent memory, Lewis did the unthinkable: he apologized to his abused employees. [Ed.note—Audible gasp!] He tells the OC Register:

"When I got into it, I told the production company and the network to show all sides of me," he says over lunch at a Los Feliz restaurant the day after the second episode aired. "After all, I'm human. I have bad days, I have meltdowns, just like everybody else."
What he didn't expect was the way he felt once he saw himself in the unflattering mirror of his television.

"You can have people tell you how you are, but until you see yourself on a 40-inch plasma TV, you really can't know," says Lewis, 37, who grew up in Orange County.

And so he decided he had to change. [...]

Times were bad, both financially and personally. The cameras captured every tantrum.

"It brings back a period of my life that I'd rather not re-live," Lewis says. "And it's alwayson reruns. Zoila has it on her TV constantly. I walk by her room and hear myself screaming."

The way he has been portrayed, two episodes into the six-episode run, is not an exaggeration. "I really was, at that time, I was a monster," Lewis says.

"If nothing else, I've been able to watch myself and change."

He has apologized to his assistants - several times over.

"Last night, I watched the show with Jenni. And there came a point that I had my hands over my face. The part where I said, 'You wouldn't have a house if it wasn't' for me, you wouldn't eat if it wasn't for me.' And I apologized again."

We must admit to being more than a little disappointed by Lewis's outwardly healthy strategy for dealing with the harm he inflicted during those dark, TV-friendly days; hugs, apologies, and healed wounds would really interfere with the successful production of the second season we already find ourselves craving. Still, despite his above indications that he's trying to change his ways, we can hold out hope that Lewis is just experiencing a Paula Abdul-style psychological break, and that Evil Jeff will soon be calling up the LA Times to deny all the vicious lies being spread by his weak, conciliatory alter ego, and promising that "next time around, I'm going to bury one of my incompetent assistants underneath the gleaming hardwood floorboards of a four-bed/three-bath fixer in Beachwood Canyon."

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