David Goyer’s Superman Story Revealed?

The Kid Stays In The Picture – Heidi Fleiss

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Modesty. I’ve been trying to understand success. What it
means to different people and how they achieve that… It’s
relationship to the elusive Happiness – the ultimate
treasure chest that most people spend their lives searching for, but
few actually find. Is happiness / success blowing late-night rails
off a table at FortyDeuce with Ashlee Simpson
or is it being the center of attention every time you recount the
tale for the next eleven years? (Hopefully neither, but we’ll
call it the Shania Twain paradox). Eons before Huckabees,
though, Married… With Children introduced us to a small
town’s only celebrity: The man who met Annndy Griffith. Spectacular
enough to a small community that they could look past the fact that
he was also a serial killer.

Success may not be the first thing that comes to mind when seeing a
Burbank poseur dry fuck a still-young Ashly Blue on late-night
norno (thats softcore porn for those who don’t know), but
considering she was last seen taking two San-Bernardino-biker cocks
in her ass at the same time while squealing her catchphrase,
"This is so fucking dirty! I love it," 3a.m. Cinemax may be
her end of the rainbow.

Worse, maybe that underage extreme ass-fucking (though maybe less
responsible for rectal prolapse) is the despicable, compulsive
namefucking that feeds on every nuance of this city. There
are some ringers in this sport – infotainment superstars, Melissa &
Joan, Pat & Mary, even Jillian… but there are also some Muhammed
Alis, some David Beckhams of desperate namedropping, and I think you
know who they are!

Robert Evans: considered a legend by the drones
of people who buy into his bullshit, hoping to somehow live
vicariously through his wagon which has been hitched to a few too
many stars. This guy can’t sneeze without spraying five oscar
statues. He made blockbuster movie that was nothing but him listing
the famous people he knew! Rediculous.
Rodney Bingenheimer: one really lonely night i
drove around the LAX arrivals terminal forty three times… it’s just
what I do… it was halloween weekend and that night I listened to
Rodney’s radio show for the first time – a halloween mix special.
This was before indie 103.1 was on air, and it was
the best radio I had ever heard. I learn that the man introduced
America to most of the greatest music of the past twenty years… but
also that he’s a sad, hallow shell of a man… it’s not rare that a
being great comes at the expense of being horribly tortured, but
something about his desperation – the way that he is always talking
to someone, always seen with someone, but deliberately so. It was hard to watch Mayor of the Sunset Strip
because it so clearly illustrated his psychosis… except maybe to
him. In some ways he’s the antithesis of Robert Evans, but in mostly
they’re the same… Kate Hudson’s Penny Lane: always surrounded
but always alone. ( Note: That’s how Matt described me when we
first met).
Brett Ratner: This guy is just an asshole. A
pathetic starfucking asshole, but an asshole none the less. Recently
he released a book of polaroid strips taken in the photo booth in his
home (Ingrid Bergman’s former manse! Didn’t you know?!). The
book is more or less an illustrated name-drop. In an interview, i
think for BlackBook magazine back in the day, Brett
had to make it clear that, "The pictures were not staged or planned.
I just had my friends – Michael Jackson, Heidi Klum, Paris Hilton
[with Leo Di Caprio] – take pictures because they’re always at my
house anyway! Did you know it once belonged to Ingrid Bergman?!" And
don’t worry – Robert Evans not only sports a fancy spread (page 177),
he also wrote the introduction to the book! It’s like… i don’t
even know, but it’s like something spectacular! Ratner may be the
worst, because no matter how much you loathe him and know his life is
a joke, you’re afraid to talk shit about him because you know he’s
gonna name-drop you next time he’s on Entertainment Tonight,
and you know you were only at the Hilhaven afterparty because you
were looking to score some blow but then he saw you and you had to
tell him that you were between scripts right now but you’d definitely
take a look at his… a sordid mess, yes?!

But these people are "successful." They’re more-or-less wealthy,
envied by many, and live the life that 50 million desperate
housewives between Fontana and Prospect Heights
wish for every week when they flip open their copy of The National
Enquirer, STAR, In Touch, or when they turn on Pat O’Brien, Mary
Hart, even Hal Sparks.

This was originally going to be about meeting Heidi Fleiss. After ten
or fifteen minutes of casual conversation, her infamous past was
completely eclipsed by her tragic fetishization of money and her
pathological substitution of wealth for happiness (a condition that is intrinsically responsible for her
degenerate lifestyle and eventual decline. Call it Tony Montana
syndrome – to get precisely wha you’ve always wanted until it quickly
and violently destroys you). I guess this makes me a
starfucker. Whatevs. The face of a desperate woman.


David Goyer’s Superman Story Revealed?
Yesterday the news broke that Zack Snyder will direct the Christopher Nolan-produced David Goyer-scripted Superman movie for Warner Bros. But what is David Goyer’s pitch on the project?The answer might possibly be revealed, after the jump. Okay, so first a bit of the backstory. Four years ago Goyer was quoted as saying that he doesn’t think he’d “ever be good to write Superman because it is the …
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