UPDATE: On February 17, 2013, country singer Mindy McCready became the fifth Celebrity Rehab participant to die in the past two years. "Although I have not treated her for a few years, I had reached out to her recently upon hearing about the apparent suicide of her boyfriend and father of her younger children," Dr. Drew said in a statement after her apparent suicide. "She was devastated."
ORIGINAL STORY: Rodney King, who passed away earlier this month after he was discovered dead in his pool in Rialto, Calif., might have earned nationwide notoriety after becoming infamous victim of police brutality, but in more recent years, King, who endured longstanding struggles with alcoholism, was known to TV audiences for appearing on the VH1 reality series, Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew.
Though toxicology and autopsy reports surrounding King have yet to be released, it's hard not to think of other Celebrity Rehab alums who have suffered a similar fate in recent years. King's death is only the latest in a line of recent tragedies involving the show's participants. In 2011, former cast members Jeff Conaway (best known for his role on the classic sitcom Taxi) and Mike Starr (the bassist for the band Alice in Chains) both passed away; the latter's death was the result of a prescription drug overdose. Additionally, Rehab and Sober House participant Shifty Shellshock was arrested for cocaine possession in early 2012, and was later reported to be in a coma — the artist, born Seth Brooks Binzer, has since come out of the coma.
Considering the persistent problems facing some of these stars regarding their respective addictions, some may wonder: Was Celebrity Rehab and host Dr. Drew Pinsky dedicated to helping its patients, or more committed to filming good TV?
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After all, the series — which was put on hiatus shortly after Conaway's death — did adapt rehab to fit TV filming schedules. Director Duncan Roy, who was featured on the Sex Rehab incarnation of the program, tells Hollywood.com that some patients involved with the program might have struggled with its short 21-day filming time frame. (Traditional rehab lasts for 90 days.) "Not everybody gets well at the same time. Obviously, some of those people left that place completely in the same position as they were in before." he says. "[But] what you do in 21 days does cover a great deal of ground. So I felt that it was a really good introduction to this world of therapy."
And, to give Pinsky and Celebrity Rehab credit, there was an effort to treat patients after the show wrapped. Rachel Uchitel, another participant on the primary series, tells Hollywood.com she was in constant contact with Pinsky after the show. "After I left or graduated, whatever you call it, I stayed in L.A. for another six months, and saw two of the doctors from the show," she says. "And then I saw Dr. Drew and Bob once a week, for about two hours ... And they didn’t get paid for it, or anything. Dr. Drew would drive into Hollywood to Bob’s office and spend about an hour or two with me once a week, just ... talking to me." Uchitel and others from her season even checked into sober living after they "graduated" (the series' term for finishing rehab) the show.
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Still, there's no doubt Pinsky and Celebrity Rehab producers knew first and foremost what they were supposed to deliver: A TV show. Even while casting the series, the Celebrity Rehab fished for newsmakers. Uchitel, who didn't even have any ostensible addiction prior to being cast on the program, says she pursued by a Celebrity Rehab representative through mutual friend Michael Lohan, who persisted in trying to get her on the program after initial hesitance.
After refusing several times, pointing to her lack of addiction, Uchitel eventually agreed to be on the show, coming to terms with the fact that she had "a prescription pill addiction" and was "'addicted to love'," two situations with which Uchitel admits to "having a hard time." (Sources tell Hollywood.com that Uchitel was paid about half a million dollars to be on the show.)
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Additionally, Roy endured a similar process in finding his way onto the program: "They were looking for a gay character on the show," he says. "A friend of a friend knew the casting director, so they called me. At first, I wasn’t really very interested. They offered me enough money for it to be interesting."
Considering the payment, it's not unthinkable that some celebrities might have signed on to the program less for treatment of their addiction, and more for the payday and free PR. "I think everybody was probably on it in some kind of way for self-aggrandizement," Roy says, adding that some participants on Sex Rehab — himself, Jennifer Ketcham, and Phil Varone, specifically — actually got something of value from their time on the show. Uchitel expresses a similar sentiment: "Everyone who went on the show was [there], probably in one way or another, to either resurrect their career, or become famous again, or get in the spotlight. I personally believe that that is part of the intention."
And one person who Roy says especially loved the spotlight? Pinsky. "Dr. Drew himself probably isn’t the most helpful guy," he says. "Basically, he’s an internist. But the other therapist that they had there, Jill Vermeire, she was just amazing." Roy jokes, "[Dr. Drew] looked on as Jill Vermeire did the work, and then claimed the success, naturally." (Pinksy declined to comment on this piece.)
However, Roy appreciates Dr. Drew's intentions, and his degree of capability in certain facets of the rehabilitation process. Just see his close work with Uchitel. "I know that he is tremendously helpful after the show," Roy says. "He’s always there if you phone him. I don’t phone him, but he’s always there. I think he takes this responsibility very seriously for the people that he has had on his show. That’s where it differs from other reality TV shows, because this is a guy who doesn’t want a reputation of just using people for their problems."
To whatever degree the program is necessarily successful in its endeavors, Uchitel feels that you cannot fault the program entirely for the relapses of past participants. As she says, "In terms of somebody like Jeff Conaway and Mike Starr and Rodney King, they had much different addictions than I did and much more serious addictions. But you can not blame their deaths on them not getting enough help."
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She continued on the idea, expressing the power an addiction has over its victim and their choices: "They were given the chance to live. They were given the chance to have somebody help them. They were given the chance to be taught the tools. They had to choose to live. And they unfortunately made the wrong decisions, their addictions made the wrong decisions. I hate to blame them, but the addiction is a really strong thing that overcomes people."
After all, not everyone on Celebrity Rehab meets a tragic end. "Overall the experience was a benefit," Uchitel says. "I don’t do prescription pills. I have a realationship that’s a normal, stable relationship that I never had before. So yes, for me it worked ... I will tell you, the producers on the show did not edit anything that was not there to be edited ... They gave us the help and the tools that anyone from the worst addict to the most mild addict to help them to get on the right track."
[Reporting by Lindsey DiMattina]
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In the opening scenes of the new "comedy" Jack and Jill commercial director Jack Sadelstein (Adam Sandler) and his business partners take a break from the set of their Regis Philbin-starring Pepto Bismol commercial to discuss the prospect of landing Al Pacino for a new Dunkin' Donuts spot. Even with the pressure mounting the idea of landing the A-Lister is the least of Jack's worries—his real stress stemming from his heinous twin sister Jill (also played by Sandler) who is scheduled to visit for Thanksgiving. We don't know much about Jill at that point but even the prospect of spending a few days with his sibling prompts the cankerous Jack to chug an entire bottle of the commercial's pink antidiarrheal product.
Turns out the medical cocktail was quite appropriate. By the end of Jack and Jill kicking back an entire bottle of Pepto Bismol may be the first logical step to curing the gut-wrenching feeling induced by the movie's painfully lazy antics. To call the latest from Sandler's Happy Madison Productions (Paul Blart: Mall Cop Grown Ups Bucky Larson: Born to Be a Star) a bad movie isn't strong enough. Nor is describing it as a complete void of comedy. And the movie doesn't even come close to a so-stupid-its-funny scenario. No Jack and Jill is honest to goodness mental destruction—a collision of half-baked comedy sketches violent potty humor shrouded racism shotgun celebrity cameos and unapologetic product placement. There is more coherency care and consideration poured in to a child's spin art painting than any moment Sandler or director Dennis Dugan whip up for this film.
From the movie's very first moments to its obvious ham-fisted conclusion the mere presence of Jill sends Jack into a temper meltdown—and it's not hard to see why. Sandler's lady from the Bronx is a loud abhorrent self-loathing woman an obtuse fish-out-of-water who sees no issue with stereotyping Jack's adopted Indian son or using phrases like "make chocolate squirties" after a night of chimichangas (may I recommend Pepto Bismol?). The script would like us to feel sympathetic for Jill as she's turned down by every man she meets adding to her existing physical appearance woes ("I'm too fat!" she declares before hopping up on a horse and crushing it under her own weight). Unfortunately it's obvious that no one behind-the-camera actually gives a damn about her or any of the other characters to help realize that struggle honestly or humorously.
Knowing the movie can't entirely rely on Jill's flatulence to baffle its audience Jack and Jill employs a number of shameless drive-by appearances from across the Hollywood spectrum to replace actual entertainment. Johnny Depp Jared the Subway Guy Shaq Bruce Jenner the Sham-Wow Guy and Drew Carey (who Jill meets while embarrassing herself on The Price Is Right) all stop by for a cheap laugh. Maybe that's a good thing—the cameos are nonsensical enough to distract from Jack and Jill's plot one that trudges along at a glacial pace as Jill finds ways to stay at Jack's house and ruin her brother's life.
Sandler recruited Katie Holmes and Al Pacino to fill the film's two non-twin roles and to the benefit of their careers he gives them little to do. Holmes isn't given a single scene in which she does anything more than rag on Jack for hating his sister or detach objects her son perpetually tapes to his body (a pepper shaker a hamster a bird a lobster). Pacino has a meatier role one that you may even expect to garner a few laughs spoofing his thunderous thespian self who melts at the sight of Jill. But the material director Dennis Dugan bestows on the legendary actor is scraped from the bottom of the barrel. Not even Pacino can make passing off gibberish as a foreign language funny. The saving grace for the movie is watching Pacino go method and pursue Jill as Don Quixote from The Man of La Mancha. At that point the reference is a reminder that out there somewhere beyond the movie theater/black hole playing Jack and Jill is a world full of culture and class.
Jack and Jill isn't really a movie but more of an extended Royal Caribbean Cruises commercial with a Dunkin Donuts dance number set to an extended fart exploding from a dragged-out Adam Sandler's buttocks. The bar for entertainment value has never been set lower than this film an experience so toxic to the mind that along with its PG-rating should carry a warning label from Surgeon General.
Better make it two Pepto-Bismols.
At least Bewitched has the smarts to reinvent itself contemporizing rather than going for a straight remake. First we meet Isabel (Nicole Kidman) a naïve good-natured witch who wants to give up her supernatural powers to lead a "normal" life--much to the chagrin of her warlock father Nigel (Michael Caine). He doesn't believe she can do it. Neither do we. Then on the other side of town we meet Jack Wyatt (Will Ferrell) a nearly washed-up actor who's done one too many bad films. To get back on track he decides to do an updated version of the beloved 1960s sitcom Bewitched. As the mere-mortal Darrin Wyatt would be the star of the show not the actress cast as Samantha. In order for that to happen a nobody must play the witch. Lo and behold Jack runs into Isabel who can manipulate her dainty nose in just the right wriggle. He persuades her to take the part while she sees Jack as the quintessential mortal man with whom she can settle down and lead the normal life she so desires. Think it'll work out? (Cue the Bewitched theme song).
We all know Kidman can play complicated and romantic and Ferrell can do comedy. But in Bewitched they each try to do something beyond those skill sets. Unfortunately they can't quite pull it off. Kidman of course is a consummate actress. She can take on just about any character and make it her own including the slightly ditzy eternally cute Isabel. And so she taps into her inner witch once again (like she did in Practical Magic). But trying to remake comedies (like The Stepford Wives) especially something as balls-out as Bewitched doesn't really suit the Oscar winner all that well. And in Ferrell's case he hilariously handles all of Bewitched's improvisational comedic moments as expected. But watching him try to be a romantic leading man is a bit cringe-worthy. I mean if you can make smooching on Nicole Kidman look uncomfortable you certainly aren't doing the job. As far as the rest of the cast everyone is pretty much wasted in one form or another. Caine as Isabel's debonair roué of a father and Shirley MacLaine as the diva-esque actress who plays Bewitched's wonderful Endora have a couple of bright moments but don't get nearly enough to do. The same goes for Jason Schwartzman (Rushmore) as Jack's unctuous agent and Kristin Chenoweth (from the Broadway musical Wicked) as Isabel's spirited neighbor. Even Steve Carrell (TV's The Office) as the irascible Uncle Arthur can't offer the right spontaneity. What a shame.
One of Bewitched's saving graces however is writer-director Nora Ephron. She knows romantic comedies having helmed such hits as Sleepless in Seattle and You've Got Mail as well as writing the quintessential romantic comedy When Harry Met Sally…. Bewitched is right up her alley and she fluffs it up like a pro. Yet overall the film is just too darn silly for its own good. Maybe Bewitched suffers from the whole TV-turned-film phenomena in general. The idea of taking such classic TV favorites and adapting them into feature films continues to prove there isn't a shred of originality left in the studio system. But sometimes the concept works (Starsky & Hutch is one that comes to mind). Fans like me are curious as to how filmmakers will rework the material and are especially interested in who they decide to cast to play those beloved icons. We end up giving each one of these big-screen treatment iterations a chance--and are usually disappointed. Bewitched is no exception. Besides being only mildly entertaining to diehard fans Bewitched's inside jokes will most likely go over the heads of those who can't tell Samantha Darrin Endora Aunt Clara Uncle Arthur or Mrs. Kravitz from the characters on I Dream of Jeannie. Probably best just to own the sitcom's DVD collection instead.