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Stunning New Documentary about “60 Minutes” Legend Mike Wallace Includes Triumphs as Well as Talk of Depression, Suicide Attempt, and Son’s Death

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An A list crowd turned out last night at the Whitby Hotel on West 56th St. for Avi Belkin‘s powerhouse documentary about “60 Minutes” legend Mike Wallace. The 90 minute film is as breathless as Mike was, revealing the crusading journalist’s many triumphs as well as his troubled times.

Despite his bravura public persona, Wallace suffered from depression in his later years. Belkin shows a stunning interview in which fellow “60 Minutes” correspondent Morley Safer asks Mike if he ever considered suicide. Wallace confesses that he actually tried it, with pills, and that he his wife, Mary, found him passed out and had to call an ambulance. (Wallace wrote about it in his memoir, but this was the first time he’d spoken about it.)

Belkin covers Wallace’s famed lawsuit with General William Westmoreland over his Vietnam story about the number of troops during the war (Wallace and CBS won when Westmoreland, who wouldn’t pull out of Vietnam, exited the suit in disgrace). The film also details Wallace’s famous lawsuit following a story about whistleblower Jeffrey Wigand (which became the great Michael Mann movie, “The Insider”).

Belkin misses some things to keep the movie at a reasonable length. But what he gets right is Wallace’s early career as a commercial pitchman, his landmark interview show “Night Beat” (including remarkable interviews with Frank Lloyd Wright, Salvador Dali. and Thomas Hart Benton, among others), his trips to Vietnam and extraordinary coverage of Watergate.

There’s also film of Wallace’s trip to Greece, where he led a group (including a film crew) to find his son, Peter’s, body after a hiking accident at age 19. Wallace, who’d by then interviewed everyone in the world with cameras following him, now became the subject of the story. It’s heartbreaking, and Mike says in the film it changed his life. (There is very little talk, however, of his four wives, or journalist son Chris Wallace of Fox News. But I’m told Chris approved the movie. It couldn’t have been easy for him.)

CNN’s Wolf Blitzer led a Q&A panel after the screening with ABC’s Bob Woodruff and Axios writer/superstar Alexi McCammond. (More about that in my next story.)

Tony Danza was one of many bold faced names who came to see Belkin’s film. (The stunning film, sure to be on the Oscar short list, opens the last week of July.) Danza told me he had two connections to Mike Wallace. One, he interviewed Mike in 2005 on his own talk show. And two, he and his “Taxi” co-star Carol Kane once had dinner with the one and only Bette Davis in Los Angeles. (The cantankerous Davis’s interview with Mike Wallace is featured in the documentary.) She was a hoot, Danza recalled.

Other guests at the Wallace screening and dinner at the snazzy Whitby Hotel included Clive Davis, Oscar winning filmmaker Barbara Kopple, “60 Minutes” star Steve Kroft, former “60 Minutes” producer Vicki Gordon, journalist Rikki Kleiman and husband Bill Bratton (our former police commish), plus another former police commish Ray Kelly and his wife Veronica, WOR radio star Mark Simone, and a host of media types who knew Wallace, worked with him, and so on.

Tony Danza is 69, is a grandfather (of a 14 year old!) still radiates charm and looks 20 years younger. The star of “Who’s the Boss” and “Taxi” told me he went to see the legendary, beloved Mel Brooks on Broadway this past Tuesday night. (Mel did two solo shows, I see nothing about it in the papers or even a photo on the wires.) While we were waiting for “Mike Wallace” to start, Tony told Regis and Joy Philbin (they let me eavesdrop) Mel was hilarious, of course, then went backstage where he ran into Alan and Arlene Alda, among others.

Danza positioned himself perfectly to greet the 93 year old legend. “I ran right into him,” Tony said with a devilish smile. Danza played Max Bialystock in “The Producers” musical, he reminded Mel, in New York and in Las Vegas. Mel cracked, “Great performance, wrong show!” One night, Tony remembers, he heard Mel was coming to see him in the show. Tony put a friend in the audience, sitting right next to Mel, unbeknownst to Brooks. The friend had a copy of the script, and he marked it each time Brooks laughed. Now, that’s smart thinking! 

It’s kind of amazing, when you watch this movie, you will realize how much Mike Wallace’s voice is ingrained in your memory. It’s almost like hearing great music you’d forgotten. He was the first TV journalist who went around kicking down doors, blowing up icons, looking for the truth, getting facts. He upset the placid apple cart at CBS News when he arrived, but then he and producer Don Hewitt made history in 1968 with “60 Minutes,” still the number 1 prime time news program after 51 years. Extraordinary.

PS My dear friend Liz Smith must be so pleased in heaven. She’s up there with Mike, whom he worked for in the 1950s before becoming the most famous gossip columnist. They were lifelong friends, and she promoted him (and Barbara Walters) in her columns endlessly. Their mutual admiration society was a media power bloc never to be rivaled! 

 

 

Lincoln Center Tribute to Stephen Sondheim Raises $2 Million as Petula Clark Sings “I’m Still Here”

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Lincoln Center tributes are always interesting, and even a little weird. What can you do? The main thing is, last night they raised $2 million with an American Songbook tribute to Broadway’s greatest living genius, Stephen Sondheim.

At Alice Tully Hall, legendary “Downtown” singer Petula Clark — for reasons not terribly clear– led a group of three Broadway stars including Donna Murphy, Kate Baldwin, and newcomer Ashley Park— through a series of Sondheim songs (not always hits). The program was directed by Lonnie Price and the orchestra was led by Paul Gemignani, Sondheim’s personal conductor for 22 shows.

The whole thing was the brainchild of media mavens IAC chieftain Barry Diller and Bryan Lourd of CAA. They were there with their life partners, respectively, Diane von Furstenberg and Bruce Bozzi. By the looks of the red carpet photos supplied, Richard Kind was there and so was Diane Sawyer. (I didn’t see them. They must have been forced to sit up front.)

I did see Clive Davis, as well Arne and Millie Glimcher of the Pace Gallery, and the ubiquitous Andy Cohen. The great theater producer Roy Furman was on hand, also.  I also saw Michael Bloomberg, who used to be mayor, chatting with Jane Rosenthal and Zac Posen at the pre-show cocktails.

I would listen to Donna Murphy sing the phone book, so I was happy as a clam. Baldwin and Park were delightful, as well. The songs were meant to be all about women, so the choices were eclectic and stayed away from hits, per se with the exception of “Not a Day Goes By” (which you should look up Carly Simon‘s version) and “I’m Still Here” (see Elaine Stritch). No attempted “Send in the Clowns” or “Ladies Who Lunch,” maybe because they wanted to try some new things. The final number, “Pretty Women,” with all the ladies was tremendous. The songs included: “The Miller’s Son,” “Take Me to the World,” “I’m Still Here,” “You Could Drive a Person Crazy,” “Another Hundred People,” “Not A Day Goes By,” “Every Day a Little Death,” “So Many People,” “Getting Married Today,” Some People,” “Anyone Can Whistle,” “Pretty Women,” and “Liaisons.”

Petula served as kind of a moderator in a scripted fuss among the women, very funny. Her big moment was knocking out “I’m Still Here” from “Follies.” She should really have  a Kennedy Center honor. (But then again, so should Dionne Warwick.)

There’s nothing better than listening to live music, particularly Sondheim, and Lincoln Center is one of the gems of New York. It was kind of hilarious, though, when the new chief, Henry Timms, a Brit, thanked the audience at the end and then instructed the ones who were going to a fancy dinner, in the lobby, to stay to the left while all the others “should go to the right.” He was met with a gasp of laughter. But this is always the case at Lincoln Center events. They’re not famous for class subtlety.

So we went to dinner at Fiorello’s across the street, where I ran into an old friend: Judge Andrew Napolitano of Fox News. I worked with him for a decade, and he’s just a great guy, fiercely independent, and a speaker of the truth. Roger Ailes loved him, it was one thing we had in common. Fox News would do well to feature him as much as possible! (And PS Joe Torre was sitting in the back!)

Madonna, Having Trouble Selling CDs (and Maybe Concert Tix) Opens a Merch Pop Up Store on West Side Highway

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Madonna is doubling down on “Madame X.”

The CD isn’t selling except for being included in ticket bundles. That’s to be discussed tomorrow.

The NY Post says her show tickets aren’t selling well (although they’ll pick up closer to the dates).

So now what? Madonna just announced a Pop Up store for Madame X merchandise on West 15th St. near the West Side Highway. I’m hoping they don’t sell out of eye patches. Maybe they’ll give a CD with every purchase, and get the RIAA to count those as sales, too!

PS OMG I was joking, but on Madonna’s website she’s bundled that CD with T shirts, whips, chains, etc. Good grief.

 

Ashton Kutcher and Mila Kunis Post Hilarious Instagram Re Tab Story They’re Breaking Up

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With the exceptions of People and sometimes US, everything on the supermarket tabloid shelf is made up about celebrities. Everything. So Ashton Kutcher and Mila Kunis got snarky at InTouch Weekly today regarding news they’re breaking up. Ashton wrote: “I guess it’s over @intouchweekly have fun selling magazines this week. Maybe next week my wife will be having twins. For the third time. But who’s counting.”

Good stuff!

Farewell, Our Lovely: Harry Haun Remembers The Great Sylvia Miles as She’s Laid to Rest at the Best Party

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Editors Note: This week, Sylvia Miles— who loved a good party more than anyone– was buried in bucolic Woodstock at what she would call an A list cemetery, very exclusive. Some very important artists and writers surround her. You can only imagine the party Sylvia is having now with the likes of Philip Guston, Milton Avery, and the great Heywood Hale Broun (who I knew, by the way, and worked on a project with back in 1984). What I’m really worried about it is that Howard Koch, who produced 8 Academy Award telecasts as well as the original “Manchurian Candidate” and dozens of hit movies, is also there. Sylvia has probably hit him up for a job already a couple of times this week!

The great writer Harry Haun sent this remembrance in, and we are lucky to have it. Harry was once the premiere writer at Playbill, among other places, and was once Liz Smith’s vacation fill in guy. (He was very good at it, of course.) He’s still an important presence on Broadway, and around town. No one is better. Thanks, Harry, for this.

One fine February day in 1976, best-buds Carol Kane and Sylvia Miles decided to dine at the Russian Tea Room where celebs normally went to be seen. Midway through the meal, Sylvia excused herself to call her agent and returned with the breaking news that her boozy-floozy cameo in Farewell, My Lovely had just earned her a 1975 Oscar nomination for Best Supporting Actress. Her sweep back into the Room was right out of Aida, with jubilant commotion on all sides and congratulations from Kane. Once all the dust had settled, she scooted back into her booth and said to Kane, almost as an afterthought, “Oh, I forgot: you were nominated, too” (for starring in Hester Street).

 

Sylvia’s sense of self was worthy of Bethlehem Steel, and she defended it with saber-toothed ferocity for most of her life.  She had to, making her mark as an actress with twin measures of parts and parties.  It was said of her that she would show up for the opening of an envelope, but she always claimed she drew the line at supermarkets.

 

New York nightlife was her playground, and she reveled in it. For fellow revelers, she was a revelation—like Jeff Daniels stepping off the big screen and into Mia Farrow’s mundane reality in The Purple Rose of Cairo—and she made herself right at home in this milieu. It was, to be fair, an easy drift from the Andy Warhol Factory where she was a reigning star. But there was always an actress trying to get out of the partygoer.

 

When she left us last week, she left us as an actress. Since she had no compunction about shaving decades off her birth certificate, not a few of her friends were startled at her age. I’ll keep her secret and not sully this report with her actual number, but the important thing is that she had her cover story ready, and I was glad to see the New York Post bought it: “She was set to appear in director Eric Rivas’ Japanese Borscht.”

 

With age, roles trickled away from her, but she gamely kept up the in-demand allusion and never let the flag touch the ground. The last time I checked with her on casting, she said a Provincetown director received permission from the Tennessee Williams Estate to let her play one of his characters in a wheelchair (a necessity by then).

 

With the noted exception of Williams’ The Night of the Iguana where she played the blousy hotel-owner opposite a saintly Dorothy McGuire and a backsliding Richard Chamberlain, Miles concentrated in the main on screens, large and small.

 

She contributed a priceless bit to the fifth-season premiere of Sex and the City when Sarah Jessica Parker finds herself in a luncheonette sitting next to an eccentric who crushes lithium and sprinkles it on her ice cream. On the big screen, writer-director Oliver Stone hired her for both his Wall Streets, the second as a reward for the first in which she played a motor-mouthed realtor whose pitch consumed an entire scene.

 

It’s a good thing Sylvia worked well in small doses because she never really and truly got her star shot (save for Heat where she and Joe Dallesandro did a tattered takeoff of Sunset Boulevard). The six-minute bit in Midnight Cowboy that put her on the map—the crafty prostitute who took greenhorn hustler Jon Voight for several kinds of rides—is the fifth shortest performance ever to be nominated for an Academy Award.

 

But too often her acting skills were upstaged by her pronounced and singular rep as a starry night-crawler. I personally witnessed her defending herself in the public arena.

 

There was that afterparty at The Players Club where she wasn’t the only Sylvia in the room. Sylvia Sidney was also present, and photographer Bruce Glikas was alerted to get this once-in-a-blue-moon shot. Sidney, however, reneged—stridently: “I’m not posing with her. She’s too gaggy.”—and started to walk away.  “Gaggy?” Sylvia huffed back, hurt. “Who got nominated for Vieux Carre, and who didn’t?” (It so happens that when that Tennessee Williams play opened in London, “our” Sylvia was up for the Olivier in the very role that Sidney had originated on Broadway–to critical crickets.)

 

Her most famous clash with her naysayers came during a New York Film Festival party at The Ginger Man when she hurled a plate of steak tartare and potato salad at the head of dyspeptic critic John Simon. He had written that, as an actress, she was a gatecrasher. “Now you can call me a plate-crasher,” Sylvia yelled. A livid and dripping Simon shrieked back, “You’re going to pay to have this suit cleaned, you untalented baggage!” Fine with Sylvia: “It’s probably the first time that suit’s been cleaned!”

 

Ah, there it is—the snap, crackle and pop of a saber-toothed wit, ready with the right words at the right time. The world is a poorer place without it. We’ll miss you, Sylvia.

Sean Penn to Direct Daughter Dylan Penn in “Flag Day,” Written by New Tony Award Winner Jez Butterworth, With Son Hopper, Too

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Sean Penn should be directing a movie called “All in the Family,” from the looks of this story.

But his movie is “Flag Day,” written by new Tony Award winner Jez Butterworth, and starring Penn’s two kids, daughter Dylan and son Hopper, with actress Robin Wright. Dylan plays the lead. Butterworth won the Tony for “The Ferryman.”

This is a lot of pressure to put on a young actress who’s never carried a movie or had a large part in one other than an indie four years ago that escaped everyone’s attention (“Condemned”). Also, in this case, the actress’s father is the director. (See “Prizzi’s Honor.”) But Dylan certainly has the genes for it, and Sean wouldn’t put this together unless he trusted his gut. But it can be tricky (see “Godfather III”). The good news is that Jon Kilik is the producer, and we trust him, don’t we? (We do!)

There’s an all star cast including Penn himself, along with Josh Brolin (No Country For Old Men, Milk,  The Avengers franchise), two-time Tony Award winner Norbert Leo Butz (“Fosse/Verdon”, Fair Game), Dale Dickey (Hell or High Water, The Pledge), Eddie Marsan (Happy-Go-Lucky, 21 Grams), Bailey Noble (“True Blood”), Hopper Penn (War Machine), Miles  Teller  (Whiplash, Too Old To Die Young), and Katheryn Winnick (“Vikings”, The Dark Tower).

I’m actually surprised David Morse isn’t in the movie.

Flag Day is based on Jennifer Vogel’s 2005 memoir “Flim-Flam Man: The True Story of My Father’s Counterfeit Life.” The story centers around a daughter dealing with con man father. It sounds a little like “The Duke of Deception,” which should have been a major motion picture.

Funding is coming from Fernando Sulichin’s New Element Media, and from Ingenious Media. Sulichin has worked producing Oliver Stone movies and more recently Julian Schnabel’s “At Eternity’s Gate.” He was also executive producer of the ill-fated “London Fields,” one of the great disasters of all time.

Roman Polanski’s Epic Dreyfus Affair Movie “An Officer and a Spy” Set to Rock Venice Film Festival

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All eyes in the film world are starting to look at the Venice Film Festival, which will not have Martin Scorsese’s “The Irishman” and likely will have James Gray’s “Ad Astra” with Brad Pitt. (This is going to be Brad Pitt’s year, trust me.)

But the big film in Venice, I am told, will be Roman Polanski’s epic take on the Dreyfus affair, “An Officer and a Spy.” Based on Robert Harris’s best selling novel, which itself was based on Emile Zola’s famous book, the movie stars Oscar winner Jean Dujardin as the French Army officer who works to uncover the truth about fellow officer Alfred Dreyfus circa 1894. Dreyfus was court-martialed for treason and sent to a prison. But was he guilty? Or was his conviction because of anti-Semitism?

The film already looks gorgeous from early photos. Polanski has pulled out all the stops including using the same cinematographer, Pawel Edelman, from his Oscar winning “The Pianist.” Louis Garrell — who ironically will star in Woody Allen’s new movie shooting in Spain this summer– plays Dreyfus. Polanski’s actress wife Emmannuelle Seigner, is featured, as well as Oscar nominee Mathieu Almaric.

It makes sense that the Polanski film will debut at Venice. It’s already set to open in France in November. Producers will be looking to make distribution deals by the end of August. Toronto would be too late. And also, Polanski– who can’t leave France– would at least be in the same time zone as Venice. Plus, the Venice audiences will go crazy for the film without involving Polanski’s annoying and endless American scandal. The Europeans don’t care, and recognize him as a major auteur,

The big question is what will happen in the US to “An Officer and a Spy.” The Motion Picture Academy revoked Polanski’s membership this year, even though they gave him an Oscar fifteen years after his scandal. If the film is as great as everyone hopes, will it just be ignored? Let’s hope not. Anyway, Venice will not ignore him. And Polanski will have a very happy 85th birthday.

 

 

Roy Orbison’s “Pretty Woman” is Finally Being Added to Broadway Musical of Same Name, on Its 55th Anniversary

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First of all, it’s hard to believe “Pretty Woman” is still playing on Broadway. It got no Tony nods at all. Nothing. Not for Andy Karl or Samantha Barks, and not for the music by Bryan Adams and Jim Vallance.

And still, it’s playing. This month marks its first anniversary of when it started previews.

So this coincides with the 55th anniversary of the song “Pretty Woman,” aka “Oh Pretty Woman” by the late great Roy Orbison. It was released August 1, 1964. The song was indeed included on the soundtrack for the Garry Marshall movie, but didn’t make the musical.

So now I guess Andy Karl will get sing it, which will be great, and Roy — one of the inventors of rock and roll– will be further immortalized. This news may also have something to do with licensing, and the musical’s producers being able to afford it.

I never knew Roy Orbison, but I was quite friendly with his widow, the late great Barbara Orbison. She was so beloved, and died so tragically from cancer at age 61 in December 2011. All her pals miss her. This is as much a tribute to her as it to Roy. I hope they’re having fun in heaven!

Madonna’s “Madame X” Falls Apart After 4 Days: Drops to Number 10 on iTunes USA, Beaten by Bruce Springsteen in Most Countries

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The 1980s chart square off of Madonna vs. Bruce Springsteen has taken a unique turn after just four days.

Madonna’s “Madame X” album is falling apart. After hitting number 1 on iTunes out of the gate, the “weird” album (not my words) has dropped to number 10. It’s the same thing on amazon, and on  most iTunes charts. In Japan, it’s number 25.

Springsteen’s “Western Stars” is not only number 1 on iTunes and amazon, but it’s a hit around the world, too. Most countries list it at at number 1. Bruce hasn’t had such a clear hit in a long time.

Today, Tuesday, a clearer picture of the numbers involved will emerge later in the day. For Bruce, it’s all good news. But for Madonna, it could be troubling since she’s going to hunker down and tour this album starting in September. If the songs on the album aren’t in much demand, Madonna should realize now that fans will want to hear her hits, not “1, 2, cha cha cha,” as she sings on “Medellin,” her senior citizen shuffle board song.

For Bruce, I’d be surprised if he didn’t do some shows at least to promote “Western Stars” this fall. It’s got to be tempting for him. He’s a Wayfarer, baby. He likes to be on the road.

 

OJ Simpson Twitter Reveal: He Says He’s Not Khloe Kardashian’s Father, “She’s Robert’s,” Never Had Sex with Kris Jenner

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OJ Simpson announces on Twitter that Khloe Kardashian is not his kid, “She’s Robert’s” — meaning Robert Kardashians— and he and Kris Jenner never had sex or any interest in each other.

I’m sure this is a relief to Khloe Kardashian. Who wants a double murderer for a dad?

Next: OJ admits to the double murders, and to a lack of taste. Also: how to keep knives sharp!