“I AM not in favor of long engagements. They give people the opportunity of finding out each other’s character before marriage, which I think is never advisable,” said Oscar Wilde.
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I FELL to the floor laughing when in the wake of screaming magazine headlines about Kim Kardashian and her new husband Kris Humphries — “It’s Over Already!” — the pair gave an interview somewhere.
Miss Kardashian, famous for … nothing, admits that there are problems but really, she insisted, they mostly stem from “a lack of privacy.” It’s so hard to be a public person, you see.
Please! She — and the rest of her family — are stars in a reality TV show. Her dating and engagement to Mr. Humphries was publicized gleefully for the world to see. She sold her wedding for $17 million dollars.
I don’t think Kim can spell cat. But privacy? Somebody must have explained the word to her before she gave that interview.
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MOST OF the time I flip through magazines like InTouch very quickly — it’s all so made-up and hilariously sensationalized. But I was amused by a small item about Kanye West visiting the hundreds of people who are the Occupy Wall Street protestors in New York.
To show his solidarity, Kanye wore a $500 Givenchy plaid shirt over a tee costing about $85. His jeans, fashionably crumpled around his shoes, were by Balmain — $890. Then there was the $5,000 Love bracelet and a $23,000 Rolex. He was also wearing a lot of bling around his neck.
So on this casual day, Kanye was wearing approximately half of the average American income. In less civilized times, such an appearance by Mr. West — in front a group of “poor people” — would have him carted off to the Bastille, or perhaps just straight to the guillotine.
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SOME JOURNALISTS have resorted to extreme hyperbole in referring to Carla Bruni, the First Lady of France, as “the most celebrated Frenchwoman since Joan of Arc.” Maybe this is just happy-talk now that Mrs. Sarkozy is the proud mama of Giulia Bruni-Sarkozy.
For sure, the big subject in Europe is how many and what kind of gifts are being showered on the infant. One of the first big givers was German Chancellor Angela Merkel, who offered a Steiff Schlaf-Gut-Bar. This is an eleven inch tall “Sleep Well Bear” who wears a fetching striped onesie. British Prime Minister David Cameron sent a pink woolen Witney blanket. The King of Morocco sent a massive bowl of orchids. France’s former first lady contributed a robe from Dior, and her hubby Jacques penned a handwritten note to tiny Giulia. Fabulous chocolates have also arrived. But I have a feeling these are really intended for Carla.
William and Kate haven’t sent anything yet. But you know they will.
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SHOWTIME’S “Homeland” continues as the most gripping intense new series of the year. Claire Danes seems to go a notch higher each episode in her wild obsession to prove that a returned POW — played with an icy vulnerability by Damian Lewis — was “turned” during his captivity and is a danger to national security.
My one complaint was the cameo bit by Lawrence O’Donnell as a broadcaster interviewing the soldier and his family. Mr. O’Donnell was fine, but realistically the Army would never allow such an avowed liberal — an admitted “practical European socialist,” actually — anywhere near a soldier freshly returned from Iraq. That job would have been given to Mr. O’Reilly or Mr. Hannity or Miss Greta Van Susteren.
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OSCAR BUZZ — and, as seems to be usual, George Clooney is in the midst of it. He is so well-liked in the industry that I wouldn’t be surprised if he nabbed four Academy Award nominations later this year. He could pick up nods for writing, directing and supporting actor in “Ides of March” and a Best Actor nomination for “Descendants,” which has yet to be released but has garnered much praise in previews and festivals. Clooney already has one little golden guy, a best supporting award for “Syriana.” But everybody wants bookends.
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ENDQUOTE: “You can’t keep the bastards straight in “Anonymous,” a large-scale and preposterous fantasia about Queen Elizabeth I, the Earl of Oxford, and the nefarious plot to set up a faker — a conceited, barely literate, whoring actor named William Shakespeare — as a great playwright and poet.” That is the opening sentence of David Denby’s scathing review of “Anonymous.” I’ve written about this movie several times, but the more I think about it, the worse it seems.