<![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, tribeca film festival]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, tribeca film festival]]> http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/tribecafilmfestival http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/tribecafilmfestival <![CDATA[Agent Can't Believe Man Has the Nerve to Have a Seizure During Her Client's Tribeca Premiere]]> At the Tribeca screening of wretched-sounding horror flick Tell-Tale, some lady in the back started shrieking, interrupting the screening and angering an agent. Why was the rude lady yelling? Her husband was having a seizure.

Friday's premiere of Tell Tale, which stars Josh Lucas as a man hunting for the guy who murdered the person whose heart he just had transplanted into himself (yes), was interrupted right in the middle of the ultra-violent, climactic torture-porn sequence. Though some people thought the whole incident was a publicity hoax, when people realized that the man was not well, an ambulance was called and the lights came up. So the director, Michael Cuesta, was upset, sure, but an agent from Endeavor was spotted going apeshit.

The audience was told the final five minutes would be shown as soon as the man was tended to, but most people started filing out, getting a good look, a witness tells Gawker, at Dawn Saltzman bellowing into her phone, seemingly irate that something as small as a man suddenly passing out in a crowded theater would stop something as insanely important as a horror movie screening. At least, I guess, she had her client's (and her) interests right up there at number one.

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<![CDATA[The Only Ones Who Really Understand Us are the British]]> News from sparkly TV shows about music, plus sparkly movies about gays. The British really like our sad American TV shows, while Maria Bello likes to fire people. Plus, Elmore Leonard.

You might not be as excited for Glee as we are, but you must still care that the Fox show about a high school glee club will be given one airing during May sweeps, then disappear until the fall. They're premiering a fall show in May! It's so crazy it just might work! [Variety]

Maria Bello has become an HR director. Hah, no, her career wasn't that tarnished by The Mummy 3: Curse of the Chinese People. She's playing an HR drone in The Company Men, that John Wells movie about corporate downsizing. She has to fire Ben Affleck. No, not for Reindeer Games! It's all pretend! [Variety]

No one understands quiet lives of mid-century American decay quite like the British. Their BAFTA TV awards have bestowed the top international show title upon Mad Men, which beat out shows about murderous, sun-splashed American depravity and indifference (Dexter), shows about flowers that poke through the many cracks of late-century urban America (The Wire), and shows about how America is basically just a big funny, fucked-up, intractable joke (The Daily Show). Obama! Or something! [Variety]

Hang your head. The upcoming video game movie Bioshock has been delayed over budget concerns. [Variety]

Tribeca has its first big sales breakout, and it's from the world of theater. Playwright Conor McPherson's ghost-tinged Irish drama The Eclipse had buyers interested over the weekend. Submarine Entertainment likely snapped up the film, which stars Aidan Quinn, Ciaran Hinds (who can do anything, really), and Iben Hjejle (High Fidelity). [THR]

Aha. Crackle-pop actor Timothy Olyphant has landed the lead in an FX pilot based on a short story by cracklingly good crime writer Elmore Leonard (Get Shorty, Rum Punch, Maximum Bob, ohh... dammit just read it all.) He'll play US Marshall Raylan Givens for creator/producer Graham Yost, who's done good work with Band of Brothers, Boomtown, and (I'm assuming) the upcoming The Pacific. Exciting news. [THR]

Speaking of Mad Men, Jon Hamm and his ladyfriend, actress Jennifer Westfeldt, have started a production hut called Points West Pictures. They have three pictures in development so far, one of which is about gay people and the Christians who hate them. So, oh nice. A production company, together! Look how well that worked out for Jen and Brad and Plan B! [THR]

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<![CDATA[Epic Tales of Red-Carpet Disgrace, No. 762:]]> Red-carpet rookie Scott Feinberg recently hit the Tribeca Film Festival's premiere of the Madonna-produced documentary I Am Because We Are, where his attempt to "question the most popular female music artist of the last thirty years" was met with a classic A-list stonewall. After voluntarily moving to the end of the press line, and after making the least of his audiences with Rosie O'Donnell and Bernadette Peters, and at that first glint of hope that maybe a $15 cab ride and all that waiting might pay off, comes the reality check: "I stick out my handheld recorder and, as she stands before me, ask the one question that I have been plotting for the entire wait—a question that I believe is of rare substance, deliberately flattering, and therefore inviting: 'Madonna! When did you first realize that you could use your celebrity for good, like you have done with this movie?' She heard me over the noise! She pauses for a split second! She opens her mouth to respond! And then... her 'handlers' guide her away." Ha! While it doesn't beat that one time we got called "white trash" at the New York premiere of Lust, Caution, we sympathize. You've gotta pay your dues, kid. [And the Winner Is]

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<![CDATA[The Insider's Guide To The Tribeca Film Festival]]> Forget the movies. As any veteran festival goer knows, all the work is done at the parties, where film industry players swap their views on movies nobody has seen. Robert De Niro's Tribeca Film Festival—a recent and upscale addition to the movie maker's annual peregrination which starts this week—is no different. The party timetable is usually a closely guarded document, passed around in email with a strict injunction against sharing with the hoi polloi. Here's what we think of that. First, the grid; then, below, the list of publicists you need to bully or cajole.


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