It seems you can never escape the woes of this world, you know? Rich people got 99 problems just like you and me. You might think it would be nice to be waited on by an army of servants. But what you don't see is the hard part of that.
As a lifetime fan of the Academy Awards and a former film critic, I've made it a point to keep up with the Oscars, even as the years passed and the awards lost some credibility. (Hi, 2005 Best Picture winner Crash.) I can't remember the last time I hadn't seen all the Best Picture nominees. Missing from my list this…
It's officially awards season now that the secretive geniuses at the Hollywood Foreign Press Association have announced the nominees for the Golden Globes, Hollywood's self-love and booze fest. The Artist appears to be the big winner, but that's not surprising at all. However there are some shocks to be had.
On a slow weekend, a movie about a disease disaster started by Gwyneth Paltrow reigned supreme. Also this weekend, mixed martial arts made a wan debut, The Help continued to rage on, and a few people saw a strange movie.
Labor Day weekend is a pretty slow weekend for box office, hardly boffo at all, but one steady hit continued to perform despite the distraction of cookouts and beach going.
The summer's feel-good hit just keeps chugging along, like it or not. Meanwhile three new films failed to drum up much business, possibly because of the storm, possibly because no one cared.
It's true! Lady movies are officially the go-to fare for the final summer month. Though, don't discount apes. Don't discount them ever, we've learned this summer. We've also learned that America only has room for one Conan.
Last February, Kathryn Stockett, author of the immensely popular novel-turned-movie The Help, was sued by her brother's former maid, who said that a character in the book was based on her. And the character clearly was, despite Stockett's credulity-straining denial!
We've only a few precious weeks of summer left—it just zoomed by didn't it?—and unfortunately those weeks are the movie doldrums of August. But cheer up, Help is on the way! It should be there in 30 Minutes or Less. Groan.
After making a big stink about not hiring any servants, Prince William and Kate Cambridge (is that her name now?) have posted an ad looking for a housekeeper and a dresser. No, that means someone to dress them, not a piece of furniture. Looks like Kate is going to enjoy the leisurely palace life after all.
Here's a trailer for The Help, the movie adaptation of Kathryn Stockett's bestselling mom-novel about an ambitious, free-spirited young woman in 1960s Jackson, Mississippi struggling to a give voice, in book form, to black domestic workers employed by many of the city's upper-class white families. It's uplifting,…
Kathryn Stockett (pictured), author of the bestseller The Help, was sued last week by her brother's maid, who says that Stockett demeaned her by basing one of the novel's characters on her. Stockett's now issued a denial!
The debut novel by Kathryn Stockett (pictured), The Help, is the story of black domestic servants working in Mississippi during the 1960s. It was published last year to rave reviews, and has sold more than 2 million copies. But one person's not happy with it: Ablene Cooper, a 60 year-old maid for Stockett's brother,…
Meg Whitman's "Latina household employee" is having a Gloria Allred-sponsored press conference today. What "explosive" allegations will she make about the eBay billionaire turned politician? Racism? Beat-downs? Slavery? Orgies? Something about her terrible sons? I can't wait!
No, not Billy Bob. Though he probably is doing that too. Also today: some casting news about The Help, the ladybook du jour. Rob Lowe makes a reality show. And a workhorse actor morphs into a director.
Just like a Henry James novel, Tinsley Mortimer isn't above using the help to get info on her ex. In this High Society clip, she cuts right to it, then points out where she keeps the mop in her apartment.
People outside New York all used to live in giant mansions with Jacuzzis and closets the size of Luxembourg. Now they have to give these things up. The greatest tragedy? Buyers "are in danger of being underwhelmed."
Are you ready for MASS NANNY/MAID LAYOFFS? We're sure that Manhattan nanny Yvette is touched that her former employers are reaching out to the good people of Craigslist to help her find a new job.
The holidays are a stressful time for everybody—estranged families, bourbon distributors, Chinese restaurants, poor people. How are the mommies over at UrbanBaby dealing with the crunch? Currently, they're trying to figure out the most appropriate—yet still demeaning—way to reward "the help" for their efforts this…
Jeffrey Kalinsky, that queen who owns the cracked-out mini-mall "Jeffrey" on 14th Street, freaked out because his Tibetan maid folds his underwear the wrong way. Let her return home and face the BlackBerry-throwing troops of a thousand Chinese Naomi Campbells we say! [NYP]
