Dominic Bando fought with the Stargate: Atlantis star, a former model, at the Bird Cafe in Los Angeles in 2008 and left the actor needing medical attention. Momoa required 140 stitches.
Los Angeles Superior Court Judge Judith Champagne sentenced Bardo to a five-year state prison term and set a restitution hearing for next month (Nov09).
Kelly Sott, 31, was taken into police custody after she was caught handing over an electric toothbrush to Michael Douglas' 30-year-old son in his mother Diandra Douglas' New York apartment, where he is being held on house arrest on drug charges.
The handle of the toothbrush was said to have been filled with heroin.
According to legal papers, court-appointed security guards assigned to watch Douglas overheard him in a telephone conversation asking a pal to bring over several personal items, including an electric toothbrush.
Officials became suspicious when Douglas "appeared to be very concerned about when the toothbrush would be delivered". Alarms were raised after one guard recalled Douglas receiving a toothbrush just days before.
When Sott arrived at the Manhattan home with the bag of items, guards searched the toothbrush and found 19 tiny bags "containing a brownish substance that appeared to be heroin".
Sott, who claims she was unaware of the drugs, was then taken back to the room she had shared with Douglas at Manhattan's Hotel Gansevoort, where police discovered heroin, crystal meth and marijuana.
She appeared in a federal court on Tuesday (11Aug09) to face the drug smuggling allegations and Magistrate Frank Maas ordered her to remain behind bars without bail. He also ordered immediate treatment for a "health condition", after her lawyer Jason Yang revealed she was a heroin user who suffered from hypertension.
Douglas was busted in a drugs raid at the Hotel Gansevoort on 3 August (09), and taken into custody on suspicion of possessing methamphetamines with intent to distribute.
Reports suggest the It Runs In The Family star had been plotting to move approximately $18,000 (£12,000) of crystal meth from California to New York and sell it when an undercover informant alerted the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration of Douglas' involvement.
The producers of upcoming movie Death Race have been accused of copyright infringement.
Writer Adam Stone claims producer/director Paul W.S. Anderson and producer Jeremy Bolt have been using his ideas for their movie.
Stone claims the film is based on a script he previously pitched to Anderson and Bolt.
According to the lawsuit, filed in Los Angeles federal court on Tuesday, August 19, Stone is seeking a court order to stop the film's release.
Death Race is purported to be a remake of the 1975 film, Death Race 2000, but Stone claims it is based on his movie, Joust.
The picture, which stars Jason Statham and Joan Allen, is set for release on Friday, August 22.
Stone seeks unspecified damages.
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Considering how close the last two presidential elections were including the 2000 race between Gore and Bush that came down to hanging chads and the Supreme Court it was probably inevitable that filmmakers would find a credible way to focus on a campaign that somehow comes down to just ONE vote. If you can accept that premise you’ll have a great time with Swing Vote which manages to be so funny and ultimately inspiring you may just want to stand up and cheer. The seemingly incredible premise revolves around Bud Johnson (Kevin Costner) a beer-bellied perpetual loser and divorced dad who finds himself at the epicenter of a major presidential campaign--thanks to his super smart and socially aware 12 year-old daughter Molly (Madeline Carroll) who fed up with Dad’s disinterest forges his name and sneaks in to cast a vote on her own. When there’s an electrical malfunction the ballot is nullified. But with the entire election coming down to a one-vote difference authorities trace the vote to the clueless Bud who is told he will have to recast his ballot in 10 days an act that will elect the next president. As both campaigns and the media take over the town Bud Johnson quickly learns the truth of the old adage: Every vote counts. Costner’s hilarious pitch-perfect performance is one of his best. The actor is well-suited to playing this dumb but ultimately good-hearted good ‘ol boy who could tell you the name of every Nascar driver but draws a blank when asked who he supports for president. His interactions with both candidates as they shill for his vote are priceless--managing to give the far-fetched proceedings an ounce of credibility and eventual Capra-esque dignity. In films like Field of Dreams Bull Durham and the more recent The Guardian Costner evokes the American spirit as well as any actor and even playing a goofball like Johnson still summons the decency buried somewhere in all of us. He’s terrific. And so is Carroll as the precocious Molly along with a first-rate supporting cast led by Kelsey Grammer and Dennis Hopper as the opposing candidates who seem willing to sell their soul for Bud’s favor. Grammer--as incumbent right wing President Andrew Boone--particularly oozes slick political slime while Hopper--as the liberal environmentally PC Democratic contender--flip flops with the best of them. Also standing out are Nathan Lane as Hopper’s beleaguered campaign manager and Stanley Tucci as his ethically challenged opposite number on the GOP side. You’ll have lots of fun spotting numerous real-life TV pundits brought in to comment on the fictional race (Larry King James Carville Bill Maher and even Mary Hart among them) With only one other film under his belt (2005’s straight-to-video “Never Was”) Joshua Michael Stern shows great potential here effortlessly mining the many laughs from his own screenplay (co-written with Jason Richman) and showing a sharp eye for political satire on the highest levels. He confidently guides his imposing cast with the style of a much more seasoned director and gets the most out of veteran actors. We even dare compare his achievement here to the politically tinged films of great Frank Capra (Mr. Smith Goes To Washington Mr. Deeds Goes To Town) which seem to share some of the core values of Swing Vote. Stern shows he has an innate sense of the absurd taking an off-the-wall idea and setting it right in the heart of reality. Use of all the TV personalities gives an air of authenticity but ultimately it’s Stern’s balancing act between high hilarity and a strong message about the core values of the American system that makes Swing Vote the winner it is. If you want to cast your vote for smart witty and irreverent filmmaking this is the movie you’ve been waiting for.
How refreshing that Chan’s gone public in dismissing John Fusco’s script to this fantasy epic as unimpressive. He’s right. But what difference does it make when all we want to see is Chan and Li kicking butt? And The Forbidden Kingdom offers plenty of opportunities for them to do just that. So what whimsy excuse has Fusco and director Rob Minkoff come up with to unite Chan and Li? Well they have essentially fused the Chinese literary classic Journey to the West--which features the mythical hero Monkey King--with A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court. Only this time Mark Twain’s “curious stranger” happens to be a wimpy kid (Michael Angarano) who’s whisked back in time to ancient China with the aid of the magical staff belonging to the Monkey King (Li). For no other reason than to pander to American audiences Jason’s charged with the task of freeing a trapped-in-stone Monkey King from the grasp of the powerful Jade Warlord (Collin Chou). Jason may possess a Quentin Tarantino-esque knowledge of kung fu movies but he’s no Bruce Lee. Enter Lu Yan (Chan) and the Silent Monk (Li again) two mighty warriors who not only join Jason’s quest to defeat the Jade Warlord but also make like Mr. Miyagi to train him in the way of the martial arts. Chan rehashes his Drunken Master shtick so there’s much humor to be found in his wine-guzzling immortal’s efforts to vanquish his foes while fighting under the influence. And as usual Chan makes inventive use of the props that he gets in his hands. He even shows off his aerobatic moves while caked in old-geezer makeup as the owner of the store where Jason finds the staff. As the Monkey King and the Silent Monk Li throws more punches than he utters lines of dialogue. Li though has twice as much fun as Chan with his two different roles. The Silent Monk lives up to his name but when the action starts the wushu-trained Li comes across as stronger swifter and nimbler than the older Chan. Looking very much like Curious George with his pulled-back hair and lengthy sideburns Jet Li reveals a charming playfulness as the giggling Monkey King that we’ve not seen in his Hollywood-produced bloodbaths. Angarano though is bland and boring. He’s Shia LaBeouf without the personality depth or comic timing. Yifei Liu as the vengeful Golden Sparrow proves to be as much a lethal weapon as her male counterparts. Decked out like Halle Berry in X-Men Li Bingbing is delightfully malicious as Golden Sparrow’s nemesis Ni Chang. She also exudes more menace than the oily Chou. So it remains unsettled as to who would emerge victorious if Jackie Chan and Jet Li duked it out for bragging rights (my money’s on Li because his characters possess a killer instinct that Chan’s nice guys lack). But director Rob Minkoff--responsible for The Lion King and Stuart Little--knows what’s important when it comes to The Forbidden Kingdom . It’s all about the big brawls baby. With the invaluable assistance of Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon marital arts choreographer Woo-Ping Yuen Minkoff ensures that Chan and Li are always busy doing what they do best. He doesn’t reign in Chan and Li--whose easy rapport is evident from the beginning--or cut short the furiously executed skirmishes that boast everything from stick fighting to wire fu. Then again that only appropriate considering The Forbidden Kingdom sets itself up from its funky opening credits as a homage to Hong Kong action cinema. Still The Forbidden Kingdom does grind to a halt whenever Chan and Li take a breather. The story’s tired and predictable the dialogue’s grating and the comedy’s forced--though it’s quite amusing and cathartic to watch Chan and Li knock around the ineffectual Jason. For all its flaws though The Forbidden Kingdom offers the priceless spectacle of Chan and Li kung fu fighting. And those cats really are as fast as lightning.
Actress Katey Sagal broke down in tears in a California court on Tuesday when she took the stand in the ongoing John Ritter wrongful death trial.
Sagal, who starred as Ritter's on-screen wife on hit TV show 8 Simple Rules... For Dating My Teenage Daughter, appeared briefly at Glendale's Superior Court to testify on behalf of Ritter's widow, Amy Yasbeck. She is hoping to prove the late actor's death could have been avoided if doctors at the Providence Street Joseph Medical Center hadn't misdiagnosed the star's heart condition.
Sagal was visibly upset as she recalled working with Ritter, telling the court, "I loved John."
Ritter's personal assistant, agent and 28-year-old son Jason, also gave their testimonies at the lengthy trial on Tuesday.
Paying tribute to his dad, Jason said: "It was a great and intense relationship. He was so much fun. I learned a lot from him. He was a great father and a great teacher."
Before Tuesday's court proceedings began, the jury members were introduced to Ritter's young daughter Stella, whose father suffered a fatal heart attack in September 2003, aged 54, on her fifth birthday.
Ritter's wife and his eldest children are suing two doctors for $67 million for misdiagnosing Ritter's torn aorta.
The trial continues.
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You can’t blame Ritchie for returning to what he does best after almost committing career suicide remaking Swept Away with his missus Madonna. And as it begins Revolver seems very much like a crime caper in the manner of Ritchie’s Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and Snatch. Con man Jake Green (Ritchie regular Jason Statham) walks out of prison vowing to exact revenge upon the mobster responsible for putting him behind bars: Macha (Ray Liotta). Jake embarrasses Macha at the roulette table but before he can enjoy his spoils he’s diagnosed with an incurable disease that will kill him in three days. Help comes from an unexpected source: Two loan sharks (Andre Benjamin and Vincent Pastore) offer to keep Jake alive—but only if he gives them all his ill-gotten gains and does their every bidding. That includes stealing drugs and money from an increasing paranoid Macha. Jake thinks he’s being hustled. But he isn’t. We are. It’s at this point that Revolver sadly goes off on its philosophical and psychological tangents. Ritchie not only reveals that Jake possesses a mathematical formula to pulling off the ultimate con but he introduces an unseen boss of bosses whose presence hangs heavy over the proceedings. You cling to the faint hope that Ritchie’s doing his own spin on The Usual Suspects but as time crawls by it’s evident he’s trying to wreck his comeback bid by misguidedly playing amateur psychologist in much the same way David Fincher did with Fight Club. Five minutes into Revolver and you’re hoping Jake Green dies a swift death. And it’s not because Statham—who plays Jake like a more subdued version of Crank’s Chev Chelios minus the mid-Atlantic growl—is better suited to roles that require more brawl and less brains. It’s just that Statham never stops with his narration. He babbles on and on and on. Admittedly Statham’s narration allows us to make some sense of what’s going on in the murky and muddled Revolver. But Ritchie doesn’t use Statham judiciously. Everything that happens—big or small—must be addressed. And it wouldn’t be so bloody annoying if at least Ritchie made the narration colorful and engaging or if Statham delivered it without such weariness. At least our favorite Goodfella is around to break up the monotony. Just weeks after spoofing his volcanic screen image in Bee Movie Liotta threatens to erupt like Mount Vesuvius at the slightest provocation. He’s also something of a sight to behold when he’s holding court wearing nothing but bikini briefs and a tan that George Hamilton would kill for. The nattily Benjamin plays up the cooler-than-thou persona he’s perfected with OutKast which makes it easy to believe he always has the upper hand over everyone else in Revolver. On the other hand Pastore never makes his loan shark as smart as he’s supposed to be but at least he wisely tones down his Sopranos shtick. Crime once paid handsomely for Guy Ritchie. Not now though. The only true enemy is your own ego psychiatrists and psychologists put forth during the end credits. OK at least this explains a little why Revolver is the incoherent mess that is. But it also leads you to the inescapable conclusion that Ritchie was at war with himself when he plotted his gangland homecoming. It was inevitable that Ritchie’s ambitions would have gotten the best of him after his Swept Away public beating. Unfortunately Ritchie’s attempt to apply The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders to his fun flashy and frenetic brand of crime capers backfires in his face. Ritchie simply doesn’t have the same insights into the criminal mind that say The Sopranos creator David Chase does. And the endless references to chess theory numerology and Kabbalic traditions prove to be more confusing than enlightening. Perhaps all this would be tolerable if Revolver was half the adrenaline rush that was Snatch. But Ritchie peels away at the film’s psychological layers at a plodding pace. Consequently this isn’t the triumph of substance over style that Ritchie desperately wants it to be. And even its current form which is reportedly 10 minutes shorter than the two-year-old U.K. version Revolver is pointless and impenetrable. There are the occasional flashes of vintage Ritchie especially during a brilliantly executed shootout involving a renegade hitman and an animated sequence right out of Kill Bill. This though leaves you wondering what Revolver would have been had Ritchie not put a gun to his own head.
Rap star Snoop Dogg has escaped a prison sentence in relation to a 2006 incident over possession of an offensive weapon.
The rapper--real name Calvin Broadus--was arrested after he was found to be carrying a collapsible baton in his hand luggage at John Wayne Airport in Orange County last year.
Broadus pleaded guilty to one count of felony possession of a dangerous weapon in a California court on Thursday, and was sentenced to 160 hours of community service and three years of probation.
Donald Etra, the star's attorney, says, "We are very pleased with the outcome. Dogg's goal is to make music, not make court appearances.
"He wants to get on with his life. He will continue his music and his filming and performing."
Broadus was also ordered to make a charitable donation of $10,000 to a charity called Right Trak, while Etra claims Broadus' felony conviction would be reduced to a misdemeanor after one year if the rapper doesn't violate the law.
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Security at the MTV Video Music Awards prevented rocker Tommy Lee from putting Kid Rock in the hospital, according to the Motley Crue drummer.
Lee reveals he was told to stay seated or risk burly bouncers breaking his arms as a scuffle broke out during Alicia Keys' performance in Las Vegas on Sunday night.
Hours after the fracas, Lee told TV show The Insider that he was minding his own business when Kid Rock punched him on the cheek.
He said, "I was trying to be the bigger man, but he was acting childish."
After the punch, the rocker admits he "was ready to go in the alley and kick his ass," adding, "I was about to put Kid in the emergency room when security grabbed me.
"They said, 'If you move, we will break your arms.'"
Lee is still trying to figure out why his nemesis went after him, but offered, "This is what people do when they have sh**ty albums and their careers are going down the drain."
Kid Rock was cited for misdemeanor battery for throwing a punch at Lee. He is expected to appear in court in three to five weeks to enter a plea.
He faces a $500 fine and six months in jail.
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Reality TV star Jason Wahler has entered a rehab facility for treatment of an undisclosed addiction.
The Laguna Beach regular had been due to start a 60-day jail sentence for a September 2006 assault case last week, but a Los Angeles judge has delayed that to allow Wahler to go to rehab.
An unnamed relative tells People.com, "Jason's in rehab, and he's getting help. He's doing well, and he's going to be a new man.
"There was a deal made (with prosecutors)."
Wahler is in more trouble after reportedly hurling racial and homophobic abuse at police when he was arrested for punching a hotel security guard in Seattle last month.
Los Angeles City Attorney spokesman Frank Mateljan says, "His jail sentence has been suspended for now. But we'll be informing the court of Wahler's latest arrest in Seattle at his next progress report hearing on June 8."
The Seattle arrest was Wahler's fourth run-in with the law in nine months, after being accused of beating up a truck driver in Los Angeles in March.
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