Dish Can't Wait...

...to see Kim Catrall, SJP, Kristin Davis and Cynthia Nixon is action again. Countdown 13 days until it reaches theaters!

Star Sighting: Ally Sheedy

JJ just saw Ally Sheedy on 93rd and Amsterdam. I asked him how she seemed and he said, "Exactly what you'd think..." Oh, JJ. She's not Hollywood--enjoyed her in Sugartown.

Feathers in Our Caps

I don't know about you but I'm sick to death of Robin Hood. Sure, as a Disney bear, he was my first crush but now, with Russell Crowe throwing spears (instead of telephones) I just want to scream, ENOUGH! I got screwed over by Kevin Costner, Cary Elwes, and Errol Flynn. The trailers for this one did not entice Dish. Can we stop with the rock music played during period-piece battle sequences? I'll stick with the British and French reviews on this one. Then again, it is a wonderful way to teach us about history. Also, Cate Blanchett and Robin Hood are PC.

The Real Housewives of New York City

Dish is ready for this evening's festivities: Cupcakes, Countess LuAnn, Ramona Singer, Jill Zarin, Alex from Brooklyn, Kelly Bensimmon, Sonya Morgan, and Bethenny Frankel. These women are horrible to each other but I have to see them behave badly. It reminds me of that tried-and-true lesson: treat your neighbor like a donkey's a-hole and get away with it. You may be wondering why no real picture of these Skeletors. Pure paranoia--and someday the world will recognize my art for its genius. Plus, I figure this way of commemorating the stars that I adore is less invasive than following them like a papparazzo. The stars HATE being photographed. Whaddya think?

Common Cold Combat

Pardon the asinine alliteration. To rally my immune system, I recently tuned in to a double-header of testosterone: The Hurt Locker and 300. The former was well deserving of its Best Picture nod. The flick reminded me a bit of Traffic, which wowed the world with its shaky camera and casually brutal narrative. The Hurt Locker seemed more authentic with its spare dialogue and tight pacing. Excellent performances by its actors. A modest movie.

Another thing that helped Dish in her convalescence: Laura Bush has come out for gay marriage and abortion on Larry King (that sentence could be misconstrued). I never minded Laura as First Lady since she seemed like a shy book-worm who was well aware of her husband's flaws. She herself has some whoppers. Her appearance proves that you can disagree with your mate and still live with him/her. We don't have to think the same way unless we want to bring back Nazi Germany. The Book of TG says, "Nothing is black and white." I can love my Evangelical Christian friends and be a screaming pagan listener of Duran Duran.

This Might Be Too Long But I Have a Cold

I came home singing, so happy that Gordon White resigned as prime minister and now Damon Cameron--who is much better looking--will take over England. It's a happy day when an attractive person takes office. Then TG spoiled everything by saying DC was super conservative. Sigh.

Everyone's in an uproar about the Newsweek article on gays playing straight. Based on the tidbits I read, the piece sounded far too subjective (derrrr) for serious consideration. So let's forget about it. I thought--subjectively--Sean Hayes did straight pretty well in Promises, Promises. The ghost of Jack MacFarland faded from my brain and I let in hetero-Sean's-character take over. He played the Jack Lemmon type of guy who is courteous, unassuming and opens doors for women (okay, that's a little gay). Sure, I'll boycott Newsweek. You wouldn't get this kind of crap in People where real life happens.

On another note, after watching Sonia from The Real Housewives of New York City talk to that psychic, Dish dreams of reading Tarot cards to Upper East Side ladies. I'm not missing any teeth, I'll flatter till the cows come home, and I'd wear a suit. And I'm really good at reading cards.

Fun is...

...riding in a cab with the son of a billionaire and paying the fare. Dish enjoyed a lovely evening filled with oddly moving religious music, food, and most of all, mini-desserts (which means you can have three).

It is small consolation for the tragic loss of Lena Horne who died at age 92. As TG says, if she'd taken better care of herself, she wouldn't have died so young. But seriously, what a joy it's been to watch and listen to her. I remember craving her voice one year and spending a season basking in tapes of her music. I have this feeling she was also on The Love Boat--oh wait, that was Show Boat. Blessings on her coming and going...

Speaking of tapes, wonder how Tom Cruise is reacting to news that a Scientology tsar shared Maverick's auditing tapes with his friends. If my therapists did that with my life, listeners would be...well...asleep. It's hard for me to imagine Tom without his Scientology but maybe there'll be an overthrow where Tom can be King. Stay strong, freaky little couch-jumper.

Happy Mother's Day!

Serial killer entertainment excites Dish, so yesterday's viewing of The Lovely Bones was a treat. Sadly, there wasn't enough "Are the lambs still singing, Clarisse?" and far too much, "I'm in a groovy place between Heaven and Earth, floating like a cloud of energy." Nevertheless, worth a rent, if only for the lovely performances by the dead chick and Marky Mark. Stanley Tucci was eerie (as he often is) as the wearer of blue contact lenses and killer of little girls. Once you're done watching Snapped or that documentary on Jeffrey Dahmer, check this one out.

On tonight's viewing menu, TG requested Conniving Housewives since he's become attached to the bland scripts and flimsy characterization. I must watch, too.

Loved Betty White last night on SNL; predictably, they gave her a ton of vagina jokes. I don't understand why Jay-Z is so popular.