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Harvey Weinstein: West Side Highway

Andrew Belonsky — Mon, 07 Sep 2009 21:22:16 EDT

While you were enjoying the "last" day of Summer, Hollywood big shot Harvey Weinstein was laboring away in his own personal mine shaft. Perhaps he's thinking of ideas for the forthcoming Fraggle Rock adventure? Or he's just saving on Kleenex.

Courtney Love Battles Daughter At Chateau Marmont

Ryan Tate — Mon, 08 Jun 2009 19:21:35 EDT

A tipster sent in a report involving Courtney Love having some kind of "verbal battle" with daughter Frances Bean Cobain at Chateau Marmont in Los Angeles. Cobain apparently wants her own room, to shut out her relentlessly undermining mom.

Writes our spy:

Courtney Love and Francis Bean duking it out in a verbal battle outside their room at the Chateau Marmont. Francis wants her own hotel room. Who can blame her?

Indeed. Frances miraculously appears to be a well-adjusted 16-year-old despite a mother who threw her a suicide-themed birthday party and called her a "gay man trapped in a woman's body." Asking for a hotel room to escape the live version of her mom's long, scary MySpace diatribes is just evidence of her growing maturity.

Dessarae Bradford LOL's In Online Chat At Claims She Is Stalking Colin Farrell

Seth — Wed, 27 Sep 2006 19:20:06 EDT

We don't know how many of you showed up for yesterday's CourtTV.com chat with alleged Colin Farrell reverse-stalking victim Dessarae Bradford. We were there, however, and after hearing what Ms. Bradford had to say in her defense—which was a great deal, spread over the course of a marathon, two-and-a-half conversation—we must admit that everything we thought we knew about phone sex workers who interrupt the taping of late night talk shows to threaten world famous movie stars has been turned on its head. Only now do we have the complete picture: Farrell, titillated by well-publicized reports of Bradford's strap-on taming of a wild, bucking Baldwin, found her ad promoting the novelization of the encounter in a New York newspaper. At first, their telephone affair was a fun and flirty courtship; but soon, an increasingly wasted Farrell began to phone her obsessively:

Through the course of me talking to him for 6 months, and hearing him out and about, and hearing the groupies screaming over him, while we were on the phone, and hearing him at the pubs getting drunk off his butt, I realized that it was Colin for sure, probably three days in to first talking to him, let alone later in the following months. Later on, he sent me a birthday card with $100 in it. [...]

Once I gave him my private cell phone number, that's how he used to call me, and eventually, I gave him my home number too, and yes, I tried all those things that you've all suggested - I tried hanging up, I tried screening my calls, but he just started blocking his number out. I even tried cursing him out. But nothing deterred him... He felt that he was above reproach because of who he is in Hollywood. And in a way, yesterday, the judge enabled him to think this even more. You cannot imagine what it's like to have someone not accept your rejection to the point of persistently calling you.

Most of the audience questions were of the, "Wouldn't saving a single recording of any of these hundreds of phone calls have helped your case?" variety, something Bradford never manages to fully answer. She does claim to have one highly incriminating recording of a sexy video she sent to the actor; astonishingly, however, no judge has yet been convinced that a tape of Bradford staring into a camera and addressing Colin as though she knew him intimately somehow discounted the whole stalking thing. Perhaps not until she gives officials a personally guided tour of her votive candle, crucifix and newspaper clipping shrine to the actor will they realize the extent to which Farrell tormented her on a regular basis.

Keep Away, Dessarae Chat Transcript [CourtTV.com]

Stalk of the Town: In His Defense, She Looks at Least 23

gawktern — Wed, 20 Sep 2006 14:50:13 EDT

The time: 1 p.m.
The date: September 13, 2006.
The place: 18 Ninth Avenue.
Sighting: "Having just seen Kevin Costner's 'semi-chubby' on Defamer, I'm compelled to submit a sighting of him that seems to have occurred just before the unfortunate paparazzo capture. He was lunching at Ono at the Gansevoort Hotel with his wife and entourage, including a cute, blonde teenager. Thought it was his daughter (?), but then he patted her butt on the way out."

Our lovely tipster is referring, of course, to this photo of Mr. Costner, which was apparently taken after he enjoyed (semi-enjoyed?) a good old-fashioned lunch with the family at Ono. Unfortunately, our tipster makes the assumption that a father would not pat his teenage daughter on the ass. Aw tipster, how adorable is your naivet ? These are celebrity families. Let us throw our pre-conceived notions of a healthy family dynamics out the window of our black, luxury SUV, shall we?

In fact, it is indeed very likely that the cute, blonde teenager in question is none other than Costner's daughter Lily, oh, excuse us, Miss Golden Globe 2004.

Disgusting? Obviously. But this wouldn't be the first time Costner brought Lil' Cos out to play at an inappropriate time. You may recall a certain incident when a young, female masseuse in Scotland got to meet him as well. Charmingly, Costner put on that display while honeymooning with second wife Christine Baumgartner.

Okay, insinuating that Kevin Costner got a chubby from playing grab-ass with his daughter is low, even for us. Maybe we should give him the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps the old guy had a few too many sakes at lunch and confused her with his wife. Honestly, they do look kind of similar.

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