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Madonna Thanks Anti-Semites at End of Panned Film

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Madonna, ever clueless and ridiculous, thanks noted anti-Semite designer John “I love Hitler” Galliano and Hitler’s personal filmmaker, Leni Reifenstahl, at the end of her new film. This, according to Variety reviewer Leslie Felperin, from the Venice Film Festival. The film, “W.E.” is panned not only by Variety today, but by all the reviewers who saw it at its premiere.

The Variety review: “it’s in focus, which is more than be said for its script.” Felperin notes that Madonna has tried to smooth over the Duke and Duchess of Windsor’s extremely annotated affection for the Nazis, too. The movie “conveniently ignores matters of historical record, such as the fact that the duke and duchess were honored guests of Hitler…as late as 1937.”

The fact is, the Duke and Duchess of Windsor were self absorbed, vain boobs. They were perfectly depicted in “The King’s Speech.” which is why it’s so weird that Madonna has ignored this and embraced them. The director-popstar-performer is vain, certainly, but not stupid. But she’s very good at rationalizing when she wants something she wants. And that’s what “W.E.” sounds like, fer sure.

The movie is described by those who saw it as visually very good, but insubstantial and lacking in coherence. Variety also notes “risible dialgoue and weak performances.” The film was also panned by the UK Guardian and the Grazia Daily website.

Todd McCarthy wrote in The Hollywood Reporter that the movie is “embalmed from any dramatic point of view” and calls it a documentary about a young woman’s extending shopping trip.

Meantime, Women’s Wear Daily is reporting that Madonna will wind up in a Los Angeles court this October. She’s being sued by a garment company that claims she infringed their use of the Material Girl name for a clothing line. The firm has been selling clothes under that name since 1997.

But Madonna didn’t care and used the name anyway saying that since she sang a song with that name in 1984, the name is hers. However: she didn’t write the song “Material Girl” so materially, it’s not hers. The song was written by Tom Kelly and Billy Steinberg, who were honored for their life’s work at this year’s Songwriters Hall of Fame.

And still there investigations into Madonna’s Raising Malawi charity for the cultish Kabbalah Centre. Millions of dollars are missing, and the school Madonna promised to build in that impoverished country–from which she controversially adopted to children–never happened.

Frank Dileo: Saying Goodbye to a Good Fella

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Frank Dileo was laid to rest on Wednesday in Pittsburgh by family and friends. Michael Jackson’s long time manager is a beloved figure in the music business, dating back not only to “Thriller” and “Bad,” but to Frank’s stints at other record companies. He was also an actor, appearing in “Good Fellas” and “Wayne’s World.”

Jackson executors John Branca and John John McClain were not present, but Frank’s long time music lawyer and friend, Joel Katz, was there. So were delegations of Frank’s old cronies from Columbia and Epic Records including Lary Stessel and John Doelp. We had a nice time with Al Bunetta, the Nashville music manager and partner of singer John Prine. Also on hand: Charlie Brusco, Dan Beck, Jimmy Sacco, Frank Randall, Joe Mansfield. Frank would have been so proud.

The night before the funeral, most of this gang assembled at Lidia’s in downtown Pittsburgh where many toasts were made and lots of stories were told. Michael Jackson fans would love to have been flies on the wall for that session. Wednesday morning’s service was led by Dileo’s cousin, a priest from Cleveland. who spoke eloquently about everyone’s “Uncle Tookie.”

Over 150 people went on to lunch after the internment, where more stories were shared at D’Imperio’s. Friends from Nashville and Las Vegas made it in, too, including 18 year old singing sensation Manika, whom Frank was managing. She’s already got a hot single out on Sony since Frank became ill last winter. He’d be proud.

At the end of the internment, by the way, one of Frank’s cousins played John Denver singing “Take Me Home Country Roads” on a boom box. It was the first hit single Frank had had a hand in. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house.

Sting Will Celebrate Bday with Stevie Wonder, Bruce Springsteen, Herbie Hancock

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Sting is celebrating his 60th birthday in a big way–and not just with a gorgeous box set of his solo music due on September 27th. Coinciding with his 25th anniversary as a solo artist, the menschy activist singer is putting on all star concert at the Beacon Theater on October 1st. The show proceeds will go straight to the Robin Hood Foundation, too.

Guests include Stevie Wonder, Bruce Springsteen, Billy Joel, Herbie Hancock, Mary J. Blige, Chris Botti and the ubiquitous Lady Gaga. All of Sting’s longtime players will be featured, too, including the great Dominic Miller. Tickets are not being sold to the public, but a limited number are being made available to fan club members through sting.com.

Meantime, not to be outdone, Trudie Styler aka Mrs. Sting is appearing all this week at Scotland’s Edinburgh Fringe Festival in “A Dish of Tea with Doctor Johnson.” Then the play–for which Styler and cast have won raves–returns for a three week run in London’s West End. Bravo! Oh yes, she’s also producing the currently filming “Imogene” with Kristen Wiig. This column reported on that film first back in mid June, by the way.

PS If you haven’t read Sting’s 2003 memoir, “Broken Music,” I highly recommend it. Beautifully done, an absorbing read about the musician’s childhood in Newcastle and his life leading up to the forming of the Police. I can’t wait for the next volume!

Barbra Streisand Scores Top 5 Album

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Barbra Streisand still has it. She’s got a top 5 album this week with  “What Matters Most.”The CD–  A strong collection of ballads written by lyricists Alan and Marilyn Bergman with a variety of composers–sold a little over 70,000 copies in its debut week. Not bad.. Among the songs Streisand covers is the couple’s tour de force, “Windmills of Your Mind,” and another classic winner, “That Face.”

All the tracks are produced with wit and class by Streisand herself. There’s no downside here, but it would be nice to hear Streisand attempt some more upbeat material, maybe with edgier arrangements. On “Windmills” she’s offered herself up accappella. It’s a terrific track. She should immediately allow a bunch of modern remixers take a crack at it–she could have a club hit.

Streisand doesn’t seem to realize that there’s a club record hit out there right now — she could capitalize on that easily. But “What Matters Most” is that her fans obviously love this collection.

Look for Streisand to hit the tour circuit sometime soon. That’s where her real income is made. Her fans have no problem paying upwards of $350 a ticket to see her.

Here’s the club hit, “Barbra Streisand,” by Duck Sauce: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uu_zwdmz0hE

Nick Ashford: Ain’t Nothing Like the Real Thing Baby

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Nile Rodgers, Paul Shaffer, Michael Douglas, Cissy Houston, Felicia Collins, Russ Titelman, Sylvia Rhone, Nona Hendryx, and Sue Simmons were among the luminaries who attended the Monday night memorial service for Nick Ashford at Harlem’s Abyssinian Baptist Church. JIM BESSMAN was kind enough to write us an account of what went on because I could not be there. No sign of Diana Ross, Chaka Khan or Whitney Houston, but plenty of towering talent from Roberta Flack to Edgar Bronfman, Jr. participated. Nick’s death is a huge blow to his family, friends and the world. –RF

To those who spoke on his behalf at his memorial service yesterday, Nickolas Ashford was a giant, a saint, a talent whose contributions, as Vogue’s Andre Leon Talley dramatically stated, matched those of the likes of James Brown, Nina Simone, James Baldwin, Dr. Maya Angelou, Ralph Ellison and Duke Ellington, and, after a pause, Bach, Beethoven and Mozart.

To his family, of course, Ashford was also a loving husband, father and brother. But to his many friends at Harlem’s Abyssinian Baptist Church–and the general public who filled the building to capacity and those who couldn’t get in–he was a true man of the people. More than one speaker noted how he offered his radiant smile–the one that flashed out of the stunning portraits on the altar and in the vestibule–to anyone who approached him, accompanied, more often than not, by the warmest bear hug.

There was plenty of music, as would be expected. Roberta Flack sang “First Time Ever I Saw Your Face,” prefaced by a verse from Sting’s “Fields Of Gold” and backed by bassists Jerry Barnes and Tinker Barfield, guitarist Sharrod Barnes and keyboardist Bryan Whitted. Victor Cook and Tichina Arnold rocked the gospel “I’m Too Close,” and Ryan Shaw did same on “I Am Your Man” (the Ashford & Simpson classic for which he earned a 2008 Grammy nomination for Best Traditional R&B Vocal Performance). Rev. D.J. Rogers got the crowd going with his hit “Say You Love Me” following his eulogy ovation.

Dr. Angelou’s “When Great Trees Fall” was splendidly recited by actresses Phylicia Rashad, S. Epatha Merkerson and Tamara Tunie. But the spoken-word reflections were likewise unforgettable. Talley reverently recounted Ashford’s crucial example as an African-American male role model for the then southern youngster from North Carolina growing up in the 1960s. Shaw called Ashford and Simpson his “professional parents,” and former Ashford & Simpson musical director Ray Chew similarly saluted them for taking him in as a “young pup” at 18 and showing him the music business ropes.

Tony-winning choreographer George Faison spoke lovingly of his long friendship with Ashford and noted how his songs and words were so right-on that Faison actually thought he’d written them himself. In closing, he stirred the congregation with Ashford’s lyrics to Diana Ross’s hit “Remember Me”: “Remember me as a good thing! Remember me as a good thing!”

This deceptive simplicity in Ashford’s songwriting was singled out, too, by Warner Music Group chairman Edgar Bronfman, Jr., who has written songs with Ashford & Simpson. Here he movingly related how he asked the couple to sing at a small memorial gathering after a pregnancy loss, but without telling him, they instead wrote and performed a special song. It ended with an expression of gladness that the unnamed child had in fact arrived in the parents’ hearts, prompting an emotional Bronfman to repeat the lyric in honor of his departed friend.

But Bronfman also got a big laugh at the outset when he designated himself the “token Caucasian” on the list of speakers, quickly adding that Ashford & Simpson saw no color in people–while gently pointing out that unlike preceding speakers, he was given no musical underscore. Here, to the audience’s stunned amazement, Valerie Simpson arose, and with great deliberation, strolled to the piano, then accompanied Bronfman.

But Simpson, naturally, was always the focus of attention. Her extraordinary grace in the face of such an excruciating loss for all was lauded time and again, and when it came her turn to speak, she lovingly thanked her true “soul mate” for making her grow as a person just by watching him. And she said that she had seen her daughters Nicole and Asia grow throughout the trying duration of Ashford’s illness. And she knew that she had something rare and beautiful in their 36-year marriage, and the many years of songwriting collaboration that preceded it.

Simpson also delighted family, friends and fans with stories about her husband, including one where the impeccably stylish superstar declared that if he should walk to the corner without anyone stopping him, “I’m wearing the wrong clothes!” She thanked Ashford & Simpson’s remarkable assistant Tee Alston–known to all as Miss Tee–and longtime friend Liz Rosenberg, for their tireless help in putting the service together.

The church’s pastor, Reverend Dr. Calvin O. Butts III, noted that the event completed a circle of sorts for the couple, who had famously met in 1964 at Harlem’s White Rock Baptist Church. He marveled at the turnout, which brought together people from all walks of life, including movie stars. Calling out actor Michael Douglas by name, he said that as a Baptist preacher, he just might have to ask for an offering–thereby generating gales of laughter.

But that’s the way of the entire evening–equal parts laughter and tears, all in the name of a most gentle, generous and gifted man for whom “he will be missed” doesn’t convey even the tip of the iceberg.

It all  ended fittingly with Freddie Jackson and Alyson Williams singing “Aint’ No Mountain High Enough” and “Reach Out And Touch” along with The Sugar Bar singers–the many vocalists who sing backup at Ashford & Simpson’s restaurant/nightclub Sugar Bar’s fabled Thursday Night Open Mic shows–led by Open Mic host Andre Smith. Veteran Ashford & Simpson followers no doubt recognized Joshie Jo Armstead singing a lead verse, Armstead being the third co-writer of Ashford & Simpson’s breakthrough composition “Let’s Go Get Stoned.”

Clearly, the circle remained unbroken.

 

Michael Jackson Would Have Been 53 Today

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Michael Jackson would have turned 53 today. Let’s concentrate on the good things–there’s enough bad stuff to keep everyone arguing for a long time. I have no doubt that fighting among fans who “know” it all will turn particularly vicious later this fall when books by Michael’s friend, Frank Cascio, and a muckracker named Randall Sullivan, are published. Also, Jermaine Jackson’s book is on its way.

And then there’s the much dreaded MJ tribute concert planned for Cardiff, Wales–a disaster in the making. Somewhere out there David Gest, who knows how to make a buck off all things Jackson, has his “documentary” that will also tell the “real story.” Let’s not forget that Michael’s father, Joe Jackson, continues to invent new money making schemes that just go pfft once they’re revealed.

We won’t even get into Drs. Murray and Klein.

What do Michael Jackson fans want to celebrate on this occasion? His extraordinary contribution to pop music culture and the canon of songs. From “Off the Wall” through the “Michael” album, as well as the Jackson 5 and Michael’s early solo stuff like “Got to Be There,” the legacy is enormous. There isn’t a club in the world that isn’t playing “Don’t Stop Til You Get Enough” every single hour of every day.

No matter who wrote, produced or directed a particular song, they are all Michael Jackson. His gorgeous voice is unmistakable, as his sense of rythym and pacing. No matter what you think of the “This Is It” movie,  you can see what made Michael tick. Especially in the dancing, it’s all genius. And of course, in the end, that’s the tragedy.

So happy birthday Michael. Listening to the tracks from “Michael,” and hoping that London would have been a success, it does seem like so much more was possible.

Julia Roberts’ “Fireflies”: No Oscar Gold Coming

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I don’t know why Senator Entertainment has finally exhumed “Fireflies in the Garden,” produced by Julia Roberts. They just announced that after three years, Americans can be exposed to this undercooked and rather dull “family drama.” Robert produced it for husband Danny Moder, who did the cinematography. But otherwise, she’s really not a major player in this minor offering.

“Fireflies” has already been released internationally, making a little over $3 million. It was very popular in places where English is a second language, like Germany and Italy. In the United Kingdom, where the audience could understand what was happening, no one went. I guess the idea now is that Ryan Reynolds, who stars in the film, has built up a following.

I thought by now “Fireflies” would be on DVD. I can’t believe it hasn’t been shown on airplanes and elsewhere. Roberts has not turned out to be a great producer. Earlier this year, her “Jesus Henry Christ” was released to general apathy. As for Senator, I thought they’d gone out of business.

MTV Awards: Insufferable, Except for Adele

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The MTV Video Music Awards are so hard to watch, especially with the aftermath of a hurricane and a winning Yankee game occurring simultaneously. I don’t want to see Kim Kardashian or her like again. Aside from sampling Otis Redding, what the hell are Kanye West and Jay Z rapping about?

Britney Spears beats Adele for an award. What? Justin Bieber, who now looks so much like Ellen DeGeneres it isn’t funny, thanks Jesus because–there would have to be a Jesus to make Bieber possible. He’s a miracle of self invention. It’s just a cavalcade of crap, meaningless awfulness with the exception of Lady Gaga trying something new and Neyo — so talented–giving in to someone’s marketing plan. Let’s not forget the pitiful plan to rehabilitate Chris Brown. That dog won’t hunt.

And then there’s Adele. Simple, elegant, unadorned. She just got up and sang “Someone Life You” with a piano accompaniment and blew everyone away. It doesn’t matter if she wins or loses. She’s already won. Her album has been number 1 for 33 weeks. You can’t do better than that. She doesn’t need MTV, the Marketing TV Network..

One nice digression: Dave Grohl and the Foo Fighters won something. I like them. What the heck. The Foos appearance was the only link to actual rock and roll. And he gave a shout out to Judy McGrath. Classy. Otherwise, yuck yuck yuck.

Janet Jackson Does Not Have a Secret Son

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I got a kick out of the National Enquirer cover story this week. Janet Jackson’s ex mother in law says that Janet and her son, James, are the parents of Michael Jackson barnicle Omer Bhatti. I don’t know the mechanics of these things: does the Enquirer go to these people and pay them to make up stories? It’s all a lot of fun, I guess. Omer Bhatti, of course, has actual parents in Norway. Their names are Riz and Pia Bhatti.

I’ve written about this a lot over the years. When Omer was 12, they dressed him up a like a mini Michael and brought him to Tunis, where Michael was performing in 1996. Omer did a little moonwalking in the lobby and Michael invited him to his suite. He liked the kid so much that he added the Bhattis to his tour. Then Riz and Pia went to work for him at Neverland.

Over the years, Omer stayed at Neverland even after his parents returned to Norway. When he joined them at home, Omer became a Michael Jackson imitator and made money from it. He let people think he was Michael’s kid. Jackson liked to tell intimates that Omer was his secret illegitimate son; none of it was true. It was just Michael’s fantasy and it was sad.

As far as Janet Jackson goes, I do feel bad for her. For years a persistent rumor circulated that she had a secret child that been raised by her sister, Rebbie. Now it’s this thing. Janet has no children, and I’m sure it’s frustrating to keep reading these crazy stories. Omer Bhatti quite likes it, though, because it perpetuates his connection to Michael Jackson.

Joy Behar: “The Wedding Ring Itches”

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We won’t see the newly hitched Joy Behar on “The View” until September 6th. But in the meantime, she appeared last night in East Hampton in an all star version of “Celebrity Autobiography” at Guild Hall. Her twenty nine year fiance, now husband, Steve Janowitz, was in the audience cheering her on.

Why did they rush into this marriage after three decades? “A lot of things changed,” Janowitz told me after the show. “We have a grandchild now. And we’re doing things like estate planning. It just all came together.” And Joy? “All I know is, the wedding itches,” she told me. She keeps taking it off. When “The View” returns next month, Behar has prepared the Top Ten reasons to get married. “It’s very funny,” Steve told me.

“Celebrity Autobiography” brought other celebrities, like Bob and Lynn Balaban, and Alec Baldwin with his young yoga teacher girlfriend, to the theatre. East Hampton was otherwise deserted, but Guild Hall was packed to see Behar, Mario Cantone, Scott Adsit from “30 Rock,” Tovah Feldshuh, and a reunion of Matthew Broderick and Nathan Lane from “The Producers.”

Broerick and Lane have remained close friends (nothing more, don’t get excited) since then. Indeed, Broderick and his son, James, had to bunk with Lane at his house since the Broderick-Sarah Jessica Parker homestead–closer to the beach–had to be boarded up for the storm.

And what of “Celebrity Autobiography”? It’s hilarious. The actors read excerpts from memoirs ?authored”–and that’s to use the word loosely–by famous people. Last night’s offerings came from Ivana Trump, Kenny Loggins, the boy band NSync, rocker Tommy Lee, Sylvester Stallone, Kathleen Turner, Ethel Merman, and Tallulah Bankhead. The books are badly written, the thoughts in them don’t track. All of it shows hubris, ego, and diffidence that would make Napoleon blush. Cantone juxtaposed Liza Minnelli with Broderick’s Geraldo Rivera– he insisted on pronouncing the Fox news man’s first name with a hard G–as Broderick recounted their almost-affair.

A show stopper: Behar reading from Madonna’s long lost “Sex” book. Long out of print, that raunchy tome merits a second look.Behar read a section in which Madonna, was then in her 30s, extolls the virtues of sleeping with younger guys. Delightfully low class and vulgar. Not exactly what you’d expect from the average admirer of the Duchess of Windsor.

Still the highlight of the evening was the entire gang’s reading of books by Elizabeth Taylor, Eddie Fisher, and Debbie Reynolds, with Broderick playing Richard Burton and Lane as Mike Todd. The greatest Hollywood scandal–better than anything now–was a scream, especially listening to each participant’s different published take on how Fisher left Reynolds for Taylor, and Taylor left Fisher for Burton.

All of it–the above trio, as well as Tallulah Bankhead buying chimps and lion cubs well before Michael Jackson came along–just showed us nothing has changed. Celebrities are quite mad, and we are responsible. Lots of fun.

Now on to the Hurricane!