I mean, it’s clear, really. Affleck hates this meet-‘n’-greet crap more than he does his J.Lo days. Therefore, Jennifer Garner was nowhere; thus, it was bring-a-bro escort night! And those two were not only havin’ fun by the pool, we’re tellin’ ya, things seemed awfully Juliette Lewis funky party time, so strange. Anyway, was all good, as fellow award-nabber Ben refused to take any credit for his surprisingly deft directorial turn in Gone Baby Gone.
“It just came to me, really, it was the book, not me,” deflected B.A., tall, gorgeous and hair almost as mysterious as John Travolta’s coif job (more on that Thursday). Oh, this Red Sox addict is so gunning for another Oscar, but whatev. He told us more directing, less acting, was in the cards, and we think this is a fine idea. Leave that to the little one, Casey-babe.
Oh! We gotta say, just saw Kevin Connolly for sushi in the Valley the other night, these two dudes—Casey and the Kevster—certainly power-pack their primo acting stuff into tiny frames. Almost freakishly so.
Anyway, C.A. simply couldn’t stop pulling Ben’s sleeve, so anxious he was to slobber along with the rest of us over the newly re-svelted Catherine Zeta-Jones, who even had the gayer members of the Awful Truth team panting a bit. But more on that, as well as other bra-and-undies bits, tomorrow.
This is what they’re talking about on the production that’s been slowed down by protests, thefts and general backstabbing galore? (Don’t forget, Valkyrie footage filmed in front of a Third Reich landmark not so mysteriously disappeared and had to be reshot.)
“Not exactly the game plan I would have chosen,” bitched an executive close to Cruise during his highly visible, thorny departure from Paramount. “For a guy like Cruise, this roster is a little serious. Throw in something his old fans can relate to!"
“Many millions,” said a player who has gone up against Spidey. “Because that’s what he plays with—and he always wins.”