<![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, sons of hollywood]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, sons of hollywood]]> http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/sonsofhollywood http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/sonsofhollywood <![CDATA[Sean Stewart Brick-Throwing Trial Not Likely To Electrify A Nation]]> And whatever became, you've not asked yourselves, of Sean Stewart—that puckish heir to the Rod Stewart fortune, who enjoyed a brief moment of notoriety by capitalizing on his boyish good looks and third-grade reading comprehension skills, only to see his leisurely world come tumbling down around him thanks to some hurled masonry outside a Hollywood Hills party? A judge has ruled the case will go to trial:

A Los Angeles judge ruled late on Wednesday that there was sufficient evidence for the case to proceed and ordered Stewart, 27, a star and producer of cable TV reality show "Sons of Hollywood," to return to court for a hearing on October 3.
Judge Julius Title said defense and prosecution witness accounts of the incident conflicted and it would be "up to the trial court to decide the credibility of the witnesses."

Sean Stewart, an aspiring model, is the son of Rod Stewart and his first wife, Alana.

The ruling will undoubtedly come as crushing news to Stewart, as much for the additional jail time he now faces as for the fact that he will be required to show up somewhere regularly and on time, outfitted in the kinds of constricting, formal garments he's railed against in the past. It's a totally bogus turn of events that could well conflict with any aspiring modeling engagements Stewart might book during that period.

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<![CDATA['Free Sean Stewart' Movement Not Gaining Steam After Least Favorite Hollywood Son Taken Into Police Custody]]> Sean Stewart, the differently abled progeny of Rod Stewart and one-third of the Sons of Hollywood—A&E's attempt at packaging the lives, dreams, and chronic stupidity of second-generation showbiz overclass as reality entertainment—was quietly taken into custody yesterday, minus the accompanying news choppers and public outrage that have marked recent, similar events. His crime dates back to an incident from nearly two months ago, when Stewart, angry after being denied entry to a party in the Hills, attacked a couple in a passing car with "a rock, brick, bottle, metal, missile, and substance capable of doing serious bodily harm," according to the felony complaint for his arrest:

[Stewart] spent nearly an hour locked up in a Hollywood police station, where he was charged with four felonies, including two counts of assault with a deadly weapon, one count of vandalism and one count of throwing substance at a vehicle.
Stewart was released on $60,000 bail.

Stewart has yet to release any statement on the matter, but we strongly suspect one is forthcoming, in which the aspiring musician takes great pains to tell his side of the story ("Their car's revving engine kind of sounded like it was laughing at me!"), then going on to describe how he managed to find God during his just-shy-of-an-hour behind bars, leading him to finally "drop the dumb guy act," and fully embrace his legitimate, incurable dumbness as a genuine disability.

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<![CDATA[Send Off The 'Sons Of Hollywood' In Style At The Stoli Hotel]]> Sons of Hollywood, A&E's reality series following the exploits of three real-life Entourage-esque boneheads, was reported as canceled last week, a disappointing detour for the short-lived series that left its dozens of fans frustrated at the many questions it left unanswered. Would Sean Stewart ever release that hit record inspired by the sounds of Panic Against the Disco Machine? We may never know. Meanwhile, an incident in which Stewart hurled rocks and punches at a couple outside a Hollywood party played no factor in the network's decision, according to an A&E spokesperson. (The couple is now suing Stewart over the attack.)

To make matters even more confusing, Fishbowl LA notes that the guys are hosting a Sons of Hollywood party Tuesday night at the Stoli Hotel, where you can presumably wish them the best of luck with their future, non-televised endeavors, while indulging in complimentary libations from Hollywood's hottest liquor-branded celebutard gathering spot. We'd suggest keeping the open mocking to a minimum, however, as the short-tempered and easily confused Stewart has been known to lash out like a cornered possum whenever put on the defensive, and if there are no shards of Stoli Blueberry bottle on hand, he won't hesitate to simply use his razor-sharp marsupial teeth.

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<![CDATA[Sean Stewart Gone Dumb: A 'Sons Of Hollywood' Montage]]>
A hangover-nursing Sunday afternoon and A&E's Sons of Hollywood marathon seemed to us like a marriage made in heaven, and in just a few short hours we were able to catch up with the utterly banal yet curiously engrossing misadventures of L.A.-based childhoood friends David Weintraub (the brains), Sean "ben Rod" Stewart (definitely not the brains), and Randy "ben Aaron" Spelling (good-natured heir and failing actor). We've already offered a taste of the boys' patended brand of knuckleheaded dysfunctionality with this spun-sugar disagreement spinning out of control. Now, hot off the editing bay of Gawker Media digital video artisan Alex Goldberg, we bring you this entertaining montage of Stupid Shit Sean Said, including a classic exchange with "spiritual advisor" Baba G. over a family dinner that features some priceless Candy Spelling reaction shots.

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<![CDATA[A Hastily Flung Confection Threatens To Tear Hollywood's Favorite 'Sons' Apart]]>
While we must admit that we haven't yet gotten around to watching the entire premiere of Sons of Hollywood—the real life Entourage, we're told!—spending a mere ninety seconds immersed in the cotton-candy-flinging, kids-of-millionaires-on-the-verge-of-a-slapfight grit of the show reminds us why we need HBO's sanitized version of The Life: This shit is too real, yo. When Turtle and Drama talk smack, we know they're inevitably headed towards a tender, third-act reconciliation; when it's hardened heir Randy Spelling and Rod Stewart's troubled progeny trading angry insults, there's a palpable fear that a spoiled jackass's feelings may get hurt so profoundly that even a "Hug it out, bitch," won't be able to heal their rift.

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<![CDATA[Finally, An Opportunity To Watch Famous People's Jackass Kids Navigate Hollywood]]> sons-of-hollywood.jpgToday's LAT introduces us to Sons of Hollywood, A&E's groundbreaking attempt to have television cameras follow around the spoiled offspring of Los Angeles as they eat at the hottest restaurants, blow rails in the most exclusive nightclub bathroom stalls, and generally engage in any other activities that might lead a person to compare its subjects' lives to the more interesting, fictional ones depicted on Entourage. Meet your Sons: the Fast-Talking Baby Mogul, Rod Stewart's Recovering-Addict Son, and The Kid Aaron Spelling Didn't Love Enough To Give A Hit TV Show, courtesy of a night out at Koi and Area with the Times:

Weintraub, whose father died when he was 3, is a consummate baby mogul, someone who describes closing a deal as a physical high, and who got his taste of the business at 15 when he talked his way into an internship at Interscope Records. While studying entertainment business at USC, he worked in talent development for Death Row Records. "David has incredible focus and determination," said his mom, Judy, who will appear in an episode. "He has had to pay his own way, he has to work for whatever he wants to get and he is willing to do what it takes to get it."

Last summer, David Weintraub left United Talent Agency, where he had once been its youngest film agent. Last week, he signed on with Coalition Media Group. "Yes, I am very much an L.A. type," he said. "But I never became that type. I always just was that type."

Spelling is an actor and aspiring producer, having gotten his start on his father's "Beverly Hills, 90210." He's a sensible guy, a peacemaker in his sometimes fractious family and not at all inclined to perform as himself. (Unlike, his sister, Tori, who recently threw open her house for a garage sale and publicly feuded with their mother, Candy, after Aaron died.) "I was like, 'No way.' I am not into that," said Randy Spelling...One point not lost on Spelling: A reality show, if exploited correctly, can be considered a top-notch EPK — electronic press kit — and will lead to other work, which is a reason everyone seems keen to be doing them.

Stewart, lanky, tousled and tattooed, has a big heart, a foul mouth, a short attention span and an almost endearing propensity for nudity. A recovering drug addict, he is unguarded and amusing, sometimes unintentionally so. He lives in a guesthouse on the Beverly Park estate of his father, who will occasionally be seen on the show.

In a genial and profanity-laced conversation at Koi, Sean Stewart proved his mom's point. When asked what he's done since high school, he said, "Do you honestly want to know? Lot of rehab. Lot of drugs. Heroin and pills. Lot of alcohol. And that's about it."

Unfortunately for the Sons, another basic cable outlet has already beaten their series to market with their own "real-life Entourage," twentyfourseven, and they'll probably find themselves involved in frustrating conversations in which they're forced to explain to the doorman at Hyde that they're the not the Hollywood reality show paupers from MTV, they're the rich douchebags with the famous parents that are on A&E after Dog the Bounty Hunter.

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