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Exclusive: How George McGovern Became Politicized

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I was lucky enough to have a little adventure with former senator George McGovern at the 2008 Democratic Convention in Denver, Colorado. That was August 2008. I had seen him two months earliert in Los Angeles at the AFI Salute to Warren Beatty. Beatty had organized an all star fundraiser for McGovern in 1972, the first of its kind, in 1972 at Madison Square Garden. That landmark evening had reunited Simon and Garfunkel and Nichols and May. It may have also been the first time Barbra Streisand appeared for a candidate. At the AFI tribute, McGovern said a moving toast: “Richard Nixon would have been much better off if we’d been elected” in 1972.

The good senator passed away last night at age 90 after a short illness.
PS And just think what life would have been like if McGovern had beaten Nixon: out of Vietnam quickly, no two year national war over Watergate, no impeachment trial, no Gerald Ford, and maybe no Jimmy Carter.

from August 27, 2008:

It was around 6 p.m. Tuesday night when former Sen. George McGovern, the 1972 Democratic candidate for president and hero to many who grew up in that turbulent era, turned up at FOX News’ studios on the Pepsi Center campus.

Greta Van Susteren and I had just finished a Foxnews.com broadband show, and everyone was happy to see each other. But we did notice that McGovern did not have a credential hanging around his neck, which begged the question of how he’d gotten on the security-heavy campus in the first place.

Howard Dean wrote me a letter about six weeks ago asking me to be his honored guest at the convention,” McGovern said. “I haven’t heard a word since then. I have no idea what to do next.”

Considering how completely disorganized this convention has been, this story did not come as much of a surprise. I rather doubt most of the people who attended this event will ever return to Denver unless kidnapped.

But I digress: We enlisted a golf cart and driver, and took the 86-year-old liberal movement hero over to the Pepsi Center. Once inside, finding Howard Dean wasn’t so easy. But with the help of an aide named Shannon who found convention director Stephanie Berg, we were on our way.

On the way to Dean, at least 50 different people stopped McGovern along the way asking for pictures or telling him a familiar story: “I got interested in politics because of you,” one woman said. “I was an 18-year-old delegate for you in 1972,” a man said. And so on. It was quite moving.

As we walked along, I told Sen. McGovern, whom I’d met before, that I probably became politicized because of him, also, walking around and knocking on doors in 1972. I was 15.

“Actually,” I said a few seconds later, “I was probably politicized first by Hubert Humphrey, in 1968. We wanted him to defeat Nixon so badly.”

McGovern laughed. “To tell you the truth, he politicized me too.”

With Stephanie’s help, the senator finally arrived at Dean’s VIP box. “I can’t thank you enough,” said the courtly senator who might have changed history. “We can’t thank you enough,” Stephanie said.

“The Paperboy” Didn’t Deliver, Despite the Peeing Scene

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And so it goes. Lee Daniels’ “The Paperboy” is still out there in about 70 theaters. But since its release on October 5th, the Nicole Kidman-Zac Efron Southern gothic saga has not caught on. It’s made just under $300,000 and will slip quietly into oblivion at the end of its four week run. To say “The Paperboy” didn’t deliver is a sad understatement. Nicole Kidman has a gem of a performance in it. Everyone is good.

But despite Nicole peeing on Zac, the rest of it could not bring Zac’s fans to theaters. Millenium didn’t do much with it, so that didn’t help. They gave the film a half hearted launch at the New York Film Festival, failed to court any good will, and basically shut down before they could take off. “The Paperboy” also registered a fairly low 38% on rottentomatoes. although 90% of fans on moviefone said the wanted to see it. They just didn’t.

Daniels will have more luck with “The Butler,” which The Weinstein Company will release a year from now to many accolades and awards. Kidman will always do fine. If Millenium existed they would campaign to her some Supporting Actress awards. I doubt they will. Who knows? Maybe years from now “The Paperboy” will become a cult classic.

Taylor Swift Massive Media Blitz Arrives with CD Release Tonight

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The Taylor Swift media and merchandise blitz arrives tonight at midnight. So does her CD, called “Red,” which will be downloadable starting at midnight. Usually CDs come out on Tuesdays, but “Red” is a whole different story. Five singles have already been released over the last five Tuesdays. They’re all over iTunes. Tweenage girls and maybe even country music fans (and kids, this is not country music any more) have been plunking down their money to get it all Swift-ly.

What’s more: Swift, who spent the summer by dating the 18 year old grandson of Robert F. Kennedy Jr in the tabloids, will play live twice on “Good Morning America” this week. She’s also be on David Letterman, Katie Couric, and The View, and she’s on the cover of Rolling Stone. She’s also got a big syndicated radio event on Friday out of Nashville. It’s doubtful a single interviewer will ask her about the fact that Conor Kennedy is four years her junior, is still in high school, or any of that. It will be a week of vacuous flattery.

And let’s not forget the merchandise: the Swift machine is in full gear, with plenty of endorsements, licenses, and a website selling housewares. Fans can also buy Taylor Swift’s fragrance, which rivals the Krystal Carrington perfume from the “Dynasty” collection decades ago.

And oh yes: is “Red” any good? Not really. It’s rated mostly B plus reviews. Rolling Stone, which usually panders to its cover subjects, gave it only a 3.5 out of 5. The catchiest songs have been released; the music for most of them is written by the Max Martin machine to give them a ready-for-radio sameness. Taylor Swift is like really good Campbell’s soup on a cold day. There’s nothing homemade about it, but it works on a basic level.

So stand by for midnight. The person taking the most notes will be Justin Bieber, wondering how this is all done. And, of course, the Kennedys will be paying attention, too.

 

Katy Perry Latest Celebrity Fundraising for a Cult Like Group

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Katy Perry — why shouldn’t she have the same opportunities as other celebrities? The “Fireworks” singer, raised by evangelicals, is now stumping for the cult like world of Transcendental Meditation. She’s sent out a Tweet this morning to her 28 million “followers” urging them to donate money to the David Lynch Foundation.

Created in 2005 by the director of “Blue Velvet” and “Twin Peaks,” the DLF raises money for something called the Center for Wellness and Achievement in San Francisco. It also sends most of its money to the Maharishi University in Fairfield, Iowa, which promotes and teaches fundraising for meditation.

Meditation in and of itself is just great. If Perry were just asking her fans to meditate, the world would be a better place. But there’s money involved, just as with Tom Cruise and his pals for Scientology, Madonna and Kabbalah, and all the other little cults raising money for their “religions.” After all, the beauty of meditation is that it shouldn’t cost anything.

In Perry, TM and David Lynch have found a perfect celeb: massive following, young, and a role model for her impressionable fans. In TM, Perry has found a way to be just like her parents.

Katy Perry@katyperry

Transcendental meditation changed my life. For my birthday I would love to pay it forward. In lieu of gifts, donate

Check Out this Hilarious “Argo” Meets “Fargo” Parody — “fARGO” (Video)

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Scroll down to our main page video player for “fARGO,” the Parody of the day. Very funny. Or click on this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=QmHopm36mQo#!

Frankie Valli, the Actual Jersey Boy, Finally Plays Broadway

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Frankie Valli is 78 years old. He’s also about five foot six I think on a good day. By the time “My Eyes Adored You” was a hit in 1974, it had been years since he’d had a new hit on the radio. A couple of generations had passed by since his last real hit, around 1967, with “Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You.” His career with the Four Seasons had started in 1962 and had really been confined to the 60s. After that, he was kind an oldies act. But then he had a resurrection, which brought two things– a hit for the Four Seasons without him (“Oh What a Night”) and Frankie’s theme song from “Grease,” written by the Bee Gees for the musical movie.

So why is Frankie Valli on Broadway? And selling out seven shows at the Broadway Theater, around the corner from “Jersey Boys,” the still red hot musical based on his life? It’s amazing. On stage he looks like he’s ten feet tall. I don’t know what he’s doing, but his unique falsetto from the Philly-Jersey line is mostly intact. Bob Gaudio’s songs never sounded better–he wrote the Four Seasons hits like “Rag Doll,” “Sherry,” and my personal favorite, “Walk Like a Man.”

Why do I even have a personal favorite? Frankie Valli was from before my time, and after it. But the songs have lasted and grown. Frankie has never sold out. He’s remained true to himself and to the music. His work ethic is legendary. He just keeps going. And like Tony Bennett, he’s made it through the fire. The audience adores him. Adores. They not only sing along with the songs, they sing them without him, before he starts them. “Oh What A Night,” on which he now sings part of the lead, got a standing ovation in the middle of the show.

Somehow Frankie keeps the show–which lasts two and a half hours including intermission–from being corny. No Vegas or Branford mishegos. It’s very straight ahead. The large band plays against a plain black backdrop. The lighting direction is very good, but not schmaltzy. There’s no disco ball. Frankie keeps it simple, and let’s the dozen or so hits punctuate two sets. He’s got a new album that includes songs suited for his voice and time: “Call Me,” “Spanish Harlem,” and “Stay” worked the best. He does occasionally remind the audience he’s got “400,000 copies” with him and they’re for sale.

His voice is almost indescribable. Always an exception, Valli was never a crooner. He sings falsetto, but it’s a higher pitch than his natural high-pitched tenor. No one else can do it. He’s lower the keys of the songs and they still sound high. Maybe gets a little help from his backup singers–four young Seasons. But in th end, it’s just him standing on the stage, very much alone, and he does it. His voice is sharp, and reminds you of papers being collated quickly on a copier or a bread slicer as it cuts through the air. It’s full of heartache and singing late nights on the street corner.

After the show tonight, the real Patsy’s from 56th St. around the corner catered a reception. Marrone! The guest were representative of the audience– of a certain age and ethnic background. It was like being in a group scene from “GoodFellas” or “Casino.” But in the absolutely nicest way. Frankie is tiny. Dr. Oz came to pay respects and towered over him. Cousin Brucie stopped by. Frank Vincent from “The Sopranos” and Scorsese films, was a guest. Somewhere Bob Gaudio and Gerry Polci–the original lead from “Oh What a Night”– were in the house.  Everyone went home with big grins on their faces.

Rolling Stones Sell Out O2 Arena, to Scalpers, In Just Minutes

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The Rolling Stones have sold out their two shows at the O2 Arena in London in just minutes. The official seller, Ticketmaster UK, has nothing available for either show, not in the last, last row or in standing room. Their website redirects to their suspicious secondary market seller, aka official scalping partner, called Get Me In. Haha. The tickets on that site start around 500 British pounds, or a thousand dollars. The best seats are up around $20,000 or more. Yikes.

The other big UK re-seller is ViaGogo, which is advertising on our site below. You can do a little better with them. ViaGogo will also be selling secondary tickets to the New Jersey shows when they go on sale. You can guess that American Ticketmaster will sell out immediately, and that the bulk of tickets will wind up on StubHub and ViaGogo. The resellers buy in bulk and then mark them up and sell them off. The presale for the Prudential Center starts tomorrow morning at 10am on Ticketmaster.

Hey–it’s a free market, and evidently people will pay just about anything to see the Stones–especially if this is the final official tour. (It probably is.)

This, you know, may be the last time.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=jRodNxDEiYc

James Bond “Skyfall” Spoiler: Wolf Blitzer Plays Himself in CNN Plug

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There are many spoilers for the 23rd James Bond movie, “Skyfall.” Some of them I may be able to tell you closer to the UK opening on October 26th. But here’s one that surprised me: Wolf Blitzer is in the film. So is CNN. Instead of using a fake newscaster or a retired or sidelined one, director Sam Mendes puts Blitzer reporting from CNN on news about Bond’s agency, MI6. It’s a good commercial plug for CNN, to go along with a few others from the likes of Volkswagen Beetles, Jaguar, Sony VAIO computers, and Caterpillar tractors.

But let’s cut to the chases–and there are a lot of them. “Skyfall” is like “rosebud” in this film, a keyword that comes to mean a lot in the end. To James Bond, played the world-weary-but-always-in-shape Daniel Craig, it means home, and so he goes in his classic Aston Martin to Scotland, reliving bits and pieces of James Bond past, getting analog in a digital world. “Skyfall” is a lot about getting back to basics. Even the new young Q, Ben Whishaw, tells James the days of fancy gadgets are over as he hands him, simply, a gun and a radio. “You expected an exploding pen?” Q asks rhetorically.

The meeting between middle aged Bond and whippernapper Q is classic, as 007 must endure a new generation coming to work for MI6. In fact, it’s the seniors who rule “Skyfall” as Dame Judi Dench and Albert Finney are Bond’s assistants in the major act three climax. He doesn’t need young people during war–he’s got two young females whom he beds quite nicely, thank you. And a bit of a first-ever male admirer in Javier Bardem’s campy, Oscar worthy villain Raoul Silva. Their initial exchange is a little more flirtatious than James Bond has ever been in this department. During their pas de deux I could almost imagine Sean Connery blowing a gasket.

But “Skyfall” is also maybe the best written, most explosive James Bond in years and years. It’s funny and tragic at the same time. The action sequences are superb. The opening, in particular, is a knockout, as Daniel Craig goes from a high speed motorcycle chase to that tractor on top of a fast moving train. There are several more terrific set pieces including an underwater fight under a sheet of ice and a cool in-silhouette mano a mano battle on the top floor of a skyscraper, punctuated by blasts of gunfire.

And Judi Dench, playing the drama as Shakespeare and the comedy with her usual slyness, gets one of the best lines ever whilst riding alongside Bond in the vintage Aston Martin. “Are you going to eject me? I could care less.”

“Skyfall” is also very much a changing of the guard, with some new characters played by Ralph Fiennes, Naomie Harris, and Whishaw– added to the mix, all certain to return in Bond 24 (the promise of more Bond is written right there on the screen at the film’s end).

And Daniel Craig? He’s stirred, but never shaken. How can you not like a secret agent who’s always dressed in a perfect bespoke suit or formal wear for every adventure? His James Bond is either fully dressed at all times not at all. He is always ready for action– although “Skyfall” is bit more chaste than his two prior Bond films, and a lot lighter on the violence.

One more thing: MGM/Sony should release the opening credits as video to go with Adele’s “Skyfall” theme song. It’s very well done and would go viral on YouTube in a second. The song, already out in record form, is even better in the film.

Dr. Ruth Lectures Stars of New, Highly Praised “Sex Film” Starring Helen Hunt

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You’re going to be reading raves this morning for “The Sessions.” John Hawkes and Helen Hunt are headed for Oscar nominations in the lead categories. William H. Macy will be there in supporting actor. And “The Sessions” gets added to the list of potential Best Picture nominees: “Argo,” “Silver Linings Playbook,” “Lincoln,” “The Master,” “Best Exotic Marigold Hotel,” “Flight,” probably “Les Miserables” and one or two more.

Last night New York got a little mini private premiere of “The Sessions,” which played at Sundance last January as “The Surrogate.” Now it’s a Fox Searchlight movie, and about to be embraced at the box office. It’s the true story of Cheryl Cohen, a sex surrogate who helped polio victim Mark O’Brien–confined most of the time to an iron lung–realize his goal of having a sex life.

Hunt is naked through a lot of the movie–yes totally naked. And she has nothing to be ashamed of. This is an adult movie for adults, not porn. It’s a sweet, romantic adult film. All the work is top notch.

At the premiere dinner at Osteria del Circo, there were quite a few famous women (and a couple of men) who were kvelling over “The Sessions” and its participants: Melissa Leo, Lorraine Bracco, Kathy Narducci. Celia Weston, Lois Smith, Kathy Wallach (actress daughter of Eli Wallach and Anne Jackson), John Benjamin Hickey, Richard Kind, and so on.

But who stole the show? Dr. Ruth Westheimer, of course. She stood during the Q&A at the Dolby Screening Room following the screening room, and advised Hawkes “to wear a condom” when he was having sex. (Dr. Ruth was concerned the fictional characters didn’t seem to use protection. Turns out the real people had used condoms.) She then asked him to take his shirt off. A game and bemused Hawkes promised he’d do anything she wanted  — in private.

See the Original Fax from Anna Nicole’s Doctor Asking for Pills in Fake Name

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Exclusive: this fax was sent by Dr. Khristine Ehroshevich to a Los Angeles pharmacy on September 15, 2006. I obtained it and published it exclusively in March 2007 after Anna Nicole Smith died.

This is what I wrote on March 16, 2009:

We’re not surprised: Anna Nicole Smith’s doctors and her ex-consort have been charged by authorities with three felony counts each of conspiracy and several other charges of giving fraudulent prescriptions.

Well, back on Friday, March 16, 2007 we told you exclusively that Dr. Kristine Ehrosevich had sent a fax from the Bahamas to Los Angeles before Anna Nicole Smith died asking for a menu of potent drugs that could kill her patient. This was the same doctor whom “Entertainment Tonight” paid as a consultant and was constantly referred to on their program as the dead model’s “best friend.”

In the fax, Eroshevich requested a laundry list of drugs to be sent to the Bahamas by courier for “M. Chase,” the pseudonym Smith used to obtain drugs.

The list was scary and potentially very harmful. It included: four bottles of 2 mg Dilaudid; 2 milliliter bottles of Lorazepam (Ativan); two bottles of 350 mg Soma, a total of 180 tablets; one bottle each of 30 mg Dalmane and 400 mg Prexige, the latter a British drug; and one bottle of methadone, 300 5mg tablets. All of them are classified as different types of painkillers.

At first Eroshevich sent the fax from the Bahamas to Sandeep Kapoor, the Los Angeles physician who treated Smith under the pseudonym “Michelle Chase.” Kapoor has also now been charged by authorities. (Editor’s note: Kapoor was subsequently acquitted of all wrongdoing.)

According to the L.A. County District Attorney, the conspiracy counts allege that Eroshevich, Kapoor, and Howard K. Stern conspired to furnish controlled substances to Smith from between July 2004 and January 2007.

Eroshevich sent the damning fax on Sept. 15, 2006, a week after baby Daniellyn was born and five days after the death of Anna Nicole’s son Daniel.

When Kapoor refused to fill the prescriptions sent by Eroshevich, sources told us in March 2007, the doctor sent the request directly to Key Pharmacy in North Hollywood, Calif. It was also refused there.

The doctor wrote the fax in her own hand and added a note at the bottom: “You have my local number here. Please call if half of the amounts can be prepared, I’ll have someone take them to a courier to bring to me and he can [illegible] Fedex the rest, except for the Intensol, which has to be on ice.”

She signed it “Kris,” even though it seemed from the fax that she didn’t actually know Kapoor.

One pharmacist, to whom I read this list, noted at the time that all the dosages requested were much higher than usual.

“That’s 12 times the amount of Dalmane. All together, these drugs potentially will kill you. I would have refused to fill the order.”

All of the drugs carry warnings for pregnant women and those who are breastfeeding especially not to take them.

The directions for Prexige read: “Tell your doctor if you are breast-feeding a baby. Ask your doctor about the risks and benefits of taking Prexige in this case. It is not known if lumiracoxib, the active ingredient of Prexige, passes into the breast milk and could affect your baby.”

In a brief conversation last night with Eroshevich, the psychiatrist acknowledged the existence of the fax, but declined to comment on it, citing “patient confidentiality.”

The tabloid shows used Eroshevich as an expert even though she’d been fired in 2006 as a physician for the Los Angeles County Retirement Association — also reported here first.

From the Board of Retirement minutes:

“Recommendation to terminate the services of Board Panel Psychiatrist Khristine Eroshevich, M.D., Ph.D. (Memo dated July 7, 2006)

Mr. [James] Castranova [the board’s legal counsel] gave a brief explanation of the recommendation to terminate Dr. Eroshevich’s services. It was noted that on two occasions, Dr. Eroshevich arranged for psychologists to conduct fact-to-face examination of LACERA members, which is a violation of the agreement between LACERA and Dr. Eroshevich, when only Board Certified Physicians are allowed to conduct these examinations.

“A motion was made by Mr. Russin, seconded by Mr. Chery, to approve the recommendation. The Legal Office, at the request of Mr. Russin, will review Dr. Eroshevich’s invoices to ensure that charges are proper. The Legal Office will report its findings and any recommendations to the Insurance, Benefits and Legislative Committee. The motion passed with Mr. Macias abstaining.”

Castranova, whom I spoke with in March 2007, confirmed that Dr. Eroshevich farmed out her duties to other shrinks in violation of her agreement. In other words, she was sending unqualified doctors to interview members of LACERA when she was supposed to be doing the work herself.

LACERA spokesman Gregg Rademacher told me it’s the first time he could remember that his organization had had a physician who’d farmed out their job to other professionals, only to be caught later. Calls to Eroshevich at two California offices with answering machines were not returned.

There was more that was odd about Eroshevich’s closeness to Smith. They were also neighbors. In fact, they were next-door neighbors.

Real estate records for both Anna Nicole and Dr. Khristine Eroshevich revealed — here for the first time — that the patient and her doctor actually lived next door to each other in million dollar homes in Studio City, California.

Public records indicated that Dr. Eroshevich and her husband, Wes Irwin, live at 3656 Avenida Del Sol in Studio City, California. Their house is listed as a four bath, four bedroom set up purchased in 2002 for $925.000. Eroshevich bought the house with a mortgage of $693,750.00. In 2006, according to public records, the total value was $980,335.00. And yes, the house has a pool.

Oddly, next door is a home owned by Anna Nicole Smith and Howard K. Stern. The home was purchased in 2004 for $1,335,000, with a $934,500.00 mortgage from a private firm in Burbank, California called J&R Lending. The deal wasn’t finalized until almost a year later and registered to a company called Hot Smoochie Lips, Inc. Stern and Smith were the only officers of that company. A woman who answered the phone at J&R said the loan had been subsequently sold, but refused to give any more information.