Ben Dome, David Lucas, PacificCoastNews.comOrlando Bloom, stag, cornering a stacked blonde in a Hancock Park mansion during a benefit reception for the Ghetto Film School— Spike Lee was expected, didn’t show. No matter, O.B., total girlie drink in hand (strawberry colored with kiwi floating in it, think some kind of friggin’ beach umbrella, too, so gay), was sumptuous enough to sate everybody’s T-town eyes, particularly those of the babe with the cleavage, who was apparently so transfixed by Bloom she neglected to notice he was wearing the same overly washed black button-down shirt and jeans he’d had on at an event last week. Guess gorgeous heartthrobs don’t worry about such couture details? In dire need of fancier threads across the Ethan Allen, Mediterranean-themed living room (think pricy funeral parlor, darlin’s) was our beloved Buffy babe...
Sarah Michelle Gellar, wearing so much makeup, she looked like a diminutive clown, only with better hair. While the locks were flowin’ and sexy, per usual, SMG’s biker jacket with fish-like scales all up and down the shoulders looked like something Cher threw out along with her '80s rock band outfits. But for those of you who think I’m so dead set on predicting celeb couples who’ll split up, I dare say, even though Freddie Prinze Jr. was nowhere in sight (like, almost always with these two), Ms. G was still wearing her wedding ring, for whatever that’s worth in this town. Also at the Ghetto do without his famous other (brand-new) half was...
Spike Jonze, so almost effable in a suit and tennies, but alas, no gorgeous, mouthwatering (and sucking!) Michelle Williams in sight. No worries. Mr. J seemed to do just fine speaking on the qualities of film for the less advantaged just fine. I’m sure boobalicious (Heath Ledger inheritance-lacking) Michelle would only have distracted from the message. Or not?