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Katie Holmes could have earned 3,000 dollars an hour if she was a hooker, says the infamous madam Kristin Davis.
In an interview with Steppin' Out, the Wicked Models boss arrested after the Eliot Spitzer scandal revealed how much the celebs like Britney Spears, Katie Holmes, Angelina Jolie and Paris Hilton would have earned if they were a hooker.
"Katie would be very popular because she has that All-American college girl look," the New York Daily News quoted Kristin as saying.
"I could probably get 2,500 dollars an hour for Katie . Maybe even 3,000 dollars," she added.
‘ Changeling’ star Angelina Jolie would be Kristin’s top girl.
"She would be my top girl. I call it my ''Number One’. I would put her at 2,000 dollars an hour. But you couldn't get her unless you booked her for four hours," she said.
Since pop diva Britney Spears can cleaned up her act, she can get 2,000 dollars an hour, according to Kristin.
She added; “During her shaved-head period, she would have earned half that.”
Talking about former vice-presidential candidate Sarah Palin, Kristin said that she would not have any market for her.
"I wouldn't have any market for her. She's cute, but not for my kind of clients ... She could work for a cheaper agency - maybe a 300 dollars-an-hour type agency," she said.
In her opinion, Paris Hilton and Melania Trump can also earn up to 2,000 dollars an hour in the oldest profession.
Kristin, who served three months in jail, is about to publish a book, ‘ The Real Sex in the City: True Tales of the Manhattan Madam’ , which contains the names of powerful politicians, Wall Street bigwigs, celebrities, doctors and lawyers who patronized her call-girl ring.
Here’s what I’m chewing on this week in regards to celebrities …
Patrick Swayze- Poor Patrick Swayze. Hard to believe he is gone. He was diagnosed with Stage IV Cancer in early 2008, and in case you went to bed at 8:30 pm like I did, you missed hearing that he died yesterday after his tragic battle with pancreatic cancer. He was only 57 years old and is survived by his wife Lisa Niemi.
I loved him in Red Dawn, Youngblood, and Road House. 80s movies are the best!
But, Dirty Dancing was that iconic movie for me in high school.
The Time of My Life was even my prom song two years after the film came out. I have probably seen DD 200 times. I loved loved loved the movie, and especially him in it. Remember Crazy for Swayze or I’m Swayze, lol? The movie was supposed to be a nothing film, but for many girls and young woman it became the ideal romance film with a much needed dash of reality. As in, even fuglies can get the hot guy. Even poor people can stand up to the man and survive. Even fathers can get over the fact that their prep school daughters slept with the help.
My god, the lift, how I always wanted to do it. Johnny Castle, you will be in our hearts forever …
Best lines of the film, because I just can’t help myself…
I carried a watermelon. – Baby
Go back to your playpen, Baby. – Penny
Me? I’m scared of everything. I’m scared of what I saw, I’m scared of what I did, of who I am, and most of all I’m scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I’m with you. – Baby
Nobody puts Baby in a corner. – Johnny
You make me sick. Stay away from me, stay away from my sister or I’ll have you fired. – Baby
Well, it looks like I picked the wrong sister. That’s okay, Baby, I went slummin’ too. – Robbie
You just put your pickle on everybody’s plate, college boy, and leave the hard stuff to me. – Johnny
Kanye West – I stopped watching the MTV Video Music Awards a long time ago, probably after seeing the Madonna, Britney and Christina kiss, because I was so sick of hearing about it.
So of course I missed seeing Kayne, aka the scum of the earth, take over the stage during poor sweet and adorable 19 year Taylor Swift’s acceptance speech by taking her mic from her and ranting on about how Beyonce’s video was better and Taylor never should have won. WTF? What balls this big old thug has doing this to a damn teenager. Kayne, if I was there, I would have kicked your ass. Watch yourself in Detroit you piece of scum. I’ve seen her video, and I like it. Just because you appologized does not make it right you Asswipe.
Watch the video to see exactly what I’m talking about.
Whitney Houston - I almost feel like Oprah has exploited her by putting her on her show yesterday.
Then again, Whitney has been exploited for years. But just look at the quotes she pulled everything outta Whitney. “I was so weak to him,” “He was my drug. I didn’t do anything without him,” and “I wasn’t getting high by myself. It was me and him together. We were partners.”
Whitney sounded all drug lusty when she was talking about her favorite drug, pot with cocaine rock. She sounded like she was ten minutes away from hitting the crack pipe backstage when she uttered “You put your marijuana, you lace it, you roll it up and you smoke it.” I just don’t know if she can tour, become successful again.
I think that saying that Bobby Brown once spit in her face in front of their daughter Bobbi Kristina was a mistake. I bet you those words will bite her in the ass. Who wants to bet me that Bobby Brown will be in tv tonight or filing a lawsuit of some sort by the end of the week? Those two, what a train wreck.
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... how to define a British film. Did it need to be shot here? Funded here? Feature predominantly British talent, in front and behind the camera? Sort of... In truth we resisted hard-and-fast criteria (we're in good company; check out the website of the UK Film Council, which explains how films can be arranged according to different degrees of Britishness). Instead we followed a loose cultural test - did the film feel British? |
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With little in the way of money, with a partly non-professional cast and with plenty of chutzpah, the young British film-maker Paul Andrew Williams has written and directed a cracking debut feature with enough clout to kick the door in. It's a cold-sweat gangland thriller with a twist of social realism, which pays intelligent homage to Mike Hodges and Ken Loach. By accident or design, traces of both Get Carter and Cathy Come Home are discernible. There are London criminals here, wielding shotguns, but the film has none of the mockney geezer nonsense that we've come to expect from British films. It's a fast, fluent, picture that grasps a horrible truth which has never much interested Guy Ritchie or Matthew Vaughn - its violent criminal men, no matter how high up the food chain, are unglamorous inadequates, all afraid and ashamed of something. It is a world of insects feeding off smaller insects, and abuse victims becoming abusers but deserving zero sympathy in the process. [ read more ] |
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At 45, her film-making is now getting attention, with her debut, Red Road, cementing her status as one of British cinema's brightest new lights, particularly after winning the Jury Prize at this year's Cannes. A startling Glasgow-set drama of obsession and revenge, Red Road centres on an operator of the city's myriad CCTV cameras - emotionally disconnected until a face from the past appears on her screens. Thereafter, her life spirals into a welter of illicit surveillance that finally leads her to Red Road, the grimly iconic clump of tower blocks on Glasgow's northern frontier, scheduled for demolition but still, for now, a brutalist monster on the skyline. With its jittery images and free-floating paranoia, the film could have simply been a techno retread of Rear Window. But, among the eerie freeze-frames and grainy knee-tremblers, something far more original emerges - infused with the tension of a thriller, but also depth and complexity. [ read more ] |
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Scottish director David McKenzie (Young Adam) dives into the psyche of a disturbed teenager in the effective yet light psychological drama Hallam Foe. The adaptation of the Peter Jinks novel might have a few too many music-and-montage pieces and an ending that states the obvious, it is also undeniable that the adolescent peeping Tom is a fascinating character, brought to thrilling life by young Jamie Bell (Billy Elliot, Dear Wendy) in yet another extraordinary performance. This prime example of European arthouse light comes with a hip soundtrack and a sweet yet believable romance and will travel far and wide. It will also cement the status of both Bell and McKenzie as important names to watch in British cinema. [ read more ] |
Even with Redford, Cruise and Streep on the marquee, "Lions for Lambs" was forgettable - save for the performance of Andrew Garfield as a spoiled rich kid. Garfield's abundant talent is on display again as the title character in "Boy A." This deeply affecting British drama begins with a christening of sorts. Garfield's troubled young man - labeled Boy A because he was underage at the time he stood trial for a monstrous crime - has just been released from juvenile prison after 14 years and is put in a criminal protection program. His caring caseworker Terry (Peter Mullan) tells him that his new name is Jack Burridge and that he must never reveal anything about his past. Terry presents him with a pair of sneakers, a gift rife with symbolism. Like the Jonathan Trigell novel on which it is based, the movie poses moral questions about the possibility of getting a new chance in life and how badly you have to have botched things up to no longer be worthy of one. [ read more ] |
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... a very entertaining, intelligent thriller from director Stephen Frears and scripted by Stephen Knight, the prolific TV writer who brought us, of all things, Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? Knight's unusual script is an engrossing noir romance, couched in the language of both thriller and urban myth, and brought to life by three actors whose expertise is a joy to watch: Chiwetel Ejiofor, Audrey Tautou and Sergi Lopez. Ejiofor plays Okwe, a Nigerian "illegal" in London, hotel-portering by night, minicabbing by day, and all the time chewing dodgy herbal leaves to keep himself alert. Audrey Tautou is Senay, a young Turkish woman, also illegal, earning a pittance as a maid in the hotel where Okwe works, and the incomparably sinister Sergi Lopez is the hotel manager, who tells his employees that London hotels are places where strangers come to keep secrets, and wise people look the other way. One morning, Okwe is brusquely instructed to clean up a room where a guest has been with a prostitute, and has to unblock a lavatory overflowing with blood - a gripping scene in which nausea gives way to astonishment, then fear as Okwe realises that the obstruction is caused by a human heart. That's a metaphor which encapsulates the film's unusual willingness to function both as horror story and love story. It's all heart. [ read more ] |
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With "In Bruges," writer-director Martin McDonagh has made the movie that Guy Ritchie kept trying to make a few years ago. It's a story of criminals, with lots of working-class Irish banter, colorful characters, absurd situations and an intricate and irresistible plotline. Ritchie never succeeded. His dialogue was never clever enough; his characters never got off the page, and his plots were impenetrable. But McDonagh has done it with enviable ease, right out of the starting gate with his first feature. But then McDonagh is a very talented guy. In his other life, he's a playwright, with a string of Broadway and West End hits to his credit, including "The Pillowman," which is one of the best plays of recent years. "In Bruges" is not an achievement on that scale, nowhere near it. At the same time, compared with most movies, this is something very fine - not just witty and lively, but with a soul to it, as well. That soul comes out in three complicated comic performances and in the conscience that informs and underlies the story. The film represents one of the few completely successful comic treatments of hit men in movies, usually a sour subject. [ read more ] |