The 70th annual Golden Globe Awards kicked off the Hollywood awards season on Sunday, and it was in television that the Jewish people stood tall -- notably Lena Dunham, the new queen and unchallenged ruler of television comedy.
On the flight back from a recent trip to Italy, I took a slight flight risk and decided to watch Madonna’s critically maligned movie “W.E.” Since I had not heard a single positive thing about it (save for Andrea Riseborough’s performance as Wallis Simpson) I was not particularly excited about my choice.
Celebrity hairstylist Vidal Sassoon, who was committed to fighting anti-Semitism and fought in Israel's War of Independence, has died.
Mila Kunis became the latest celebrity to make it to the 236th annual Marine Corps Ball this week. Fresh off being named GQ’s Man of the Year, Kunis was the distinguished date of Sgt. Scott Moore at the Greenville, N.C., soiree.
Saaks is the exclusive T-shirt mohel (circumciser) for the fashion lines of French designer Christian Audigier. He specializes in Ed Hardy, the line incorporating designs of American tattoo artist Don Ed Hardy.
With 200 guest rooms, the Peninsula -- one of an international group of five luxury hotels owned by Hong Kong and Shanghai Hotels, Ltd. -- is certainly not the largest hotel in the city, but it hosts more than its share of celebrities and A-list events.
Lately, I have been thinking about Zsa Zsa, and it makes me sad. A few years ago, she crashed her car on Sunset, and she has been wheelchair-bound since. She had been a recluse for some time before that, depressed, not wanting to leave the house. She, who for so long relied on her looks, no longer wants to be seen in public.
When is a dirty bathroom a broken window?" This is the question that opens Michael Levine's recently published business tome, "Broken Windows, Broken Business" (Warner Business Books).
As every political and charitable organization knows, there is nothing like access to Hollywood stars and influential players to collect crowds and hefty donations.
Love is a beautiful thing. That is, unless it happens to a couple of excessively famous people whose affair we can no longer stand.
Is the celebrity-studded Kabbalah Centre bringing the benefits of age-old Jewish mysticism and learning to the masses, or is it a multimillion-dollar family enterprise scamming the gullible?
That basic question, raised with growing frequency and ever-larger headlines in recent years, was given a surprisingly well-balanced national airing last week on the ABC-TV newsmagazine, "20/20."
In America, celebrity divas are instantly recognizable by their first names: Madonna. Britney.
Israel has its own diva: Rita.
Savvy travelers in need of a getaway come to the Caribbean island of Nevis to relax at restored sugar plantations, like the Montpelier Inn, or the opulent Four Seasons. Celebrity visitors have included Michael Douglas, Oprah Winfrey and Princess Diana, who immediately fled to the island to relax after her breakup with Prince Charles.
There's nothing inherently wrong with reading celebrity gossip magazines. If you can do it in moderation, I applaud you (and please let me know if Lindsay Lohan's dad ever gets his act together). In my case, however, I was a problem reader and I had to put the magazines down.
One could call "Who Killed Woody Allen?" a "benign revenge comedy." Co-authors Tom Dunn, Dan Callahan and Brendan Connor wrote the whodunit after Allen allegedly withdrew the rights to his play, "Death," from their theater company in 2001.
Brad Pitt may have sustained an injury during the filming of his new movie, "Troy," but I sustained an injury during the viewing of the film.
It's official. The Kabbalah Centre has usurped the Church of Scientology's status as Hollywood's hottest creed of choice. These days, it seems like every celeb looking to add meaning to his or her glittering but empty life of fame and fortune is joining the red-string-wearing, holy-water-selling, quasi-Jewish group.
When B'nai B'rith International needs a headliner to attract people to a fundraising dinner, it knows where to turn.When B'nai B'rith International needs a headliner to attract people to a fundraising dinner, it knows where to turn.
I knew better. I had about as much business being there as an elderly tourist has of being on Skid Row after midnight with a map in his hand and a blank cashier's check taped to his forehead. I was in grave danger of a psychological mugging, and I knew it.
I kept telling myself to walk away, hail an emotional cab and get out fast, but I couldn't. The pull was too strong. I had to know.
Am I annoying?
When Joshua Malina arrived at his first Jewish Federation event, a 2001 pro-Israel rally, he received an unpleasant surprise.
Neil Sheff was shocked to find himself something of a celebrity at a conference of North American Jewish film festival directors a couple years ago. Of the 75 festivals in the United States and Canada, his Los Angeles Sephardic Film Festival is the only one dedicated to showcasing the Sephardic experience. "I was literally surrounded by people who wanted to pick my brain," he said, incredulous.
When the Jewish Federation of Greater Los Angeles celebrated the launch of its anti-illiteracy program KOREH Los Angeles in September, the focus was on educators and celebrities to read children's books to kids. Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the spotlight at that event were some local women who are equally vital in the campaign against illiteracy: the creators of the children's books themselves.
Sandra Bullock, get out of my head. Look, it's nothing personal. I'm sure you're a really nice person, and it's not like you're untalented. And despite the fact that I'm not particularly a fan of yours, I seem to know everything about you.
One of the strangest anomalies in the theater is that of the successful turkey -- plays that are essentially trivial, gauche and insubstantial, but still manage to achieve a certain kind of notoriety and even commercial success."Shear Madness," which has been playing for 15 years in Boston, is such a play; so was "Kvetch," which completed a seven-year run in Los Angeles, the same city in which "Bleacher Bums" ran for 11 years."Abie's Irish Rose" racked up 2,854 performances on Broadway --although it's depth could be measured with the first digit of one's pinky.
Veteran television writer/producer Saul Turteltaub had to wait 44 years for his first film credit, "For Roseanna," starring Mercedes Reuhl and Jean Reno.
Saul Turteltaub, a name-brand television comedy writer and producer for 44 years, remembers submitting his first movie screenplay.