There was, uh, how can we put this, a movement, let’s call it, within the Dreamgirls powers that be, we’re told, to originally peddle the Jennifer Hudson-Beyoncé-Jamie Foxx-Eddie Murphy pic to as wide an audience as possible. That’s the kindest way we can put it.
Therefore, a trip to Lily-White Lane (and to the rear of the bus, perhaps?), I'm told, took place. It was decided that the backs of those heads belonging to the three leads—Beyoncé, Hudson and Anika Noni Rose—would be utilized for the movie poster, in case the film could be deemed “too black” for white audiences, insist Paramount-DreamWorks sources directly involved in the film’s release.
But when time came for the recent Dreamgirls DVD release, not only had Hudson nabbed an Oscar for her larynx-loosening breakout job, Beyoncé had become even more of a celeb, thanks to her flesh-flashing couturier mama. So—voila!—the three gals' faces were considered more suitable this time round. Bam! There they are, out friggin’ front!
But it wasn’t just that Hudson & Co. became more celebrated and gossed about. No, more politically savvy (and just plain horrified) souls working on the DVD campaign felt the three actors’ pusses were a moral and artistic must for the DVD campaign. But it wasn’t an easy one.
“It looks like an ad for Harlem Nights,” the movie camp hissed to the DVD camp once the final, face-touting art was unveiled.
Oh, please. Is this crap still going on? Who’s deciding these movie campaigns anyway, Paris Hilton?
PR P.S.: DreamWorks did respond officially to the above potentially nasty sitch, which they insisted is "not true," so sniffed a big-time repper. "[The poster] was a shot from the film, we all loved it," she continued. “And we had no consideration of race and you can quote me.”I think we just did, sugarcakes!
Hmmm. Everybody satisfied here?
Yes, she’s luminescent and te-riff, but you just get the sense we’ve seen the put-upon beauty-pout someplace before, like Monster’s Ball. Should Halle somehow receive a nod for Best Actress this year, she’ll be eaten alive by Cate Blanchett’s turns in Elizabeth: The Golden Age and I’m Not There, films in which C.B. plays Elizabeth I and Bob Dylan, respectively. She’s sweeter than hot sex on a big brass bed in both movies, seriously.
Oh, and George Clooney, the man all you Awful readers say can’t act worth a red carpet damn with any of his reported ladyloves? He’s gettin’ the Big O for Michael Clayton, mark my backstage flirtations with the dude.