Lorenzo Dominic LaValle’s here and the Jersey Shore gang is dishing out the love to new mom Snooki, fiance Jionni LaValle and their bundle of love. News of Snooki giving birth to the Garden State’s youngest guido at St. Barnabas Medical Center in Livingston, N.J., Sunday was welcomed joyously. Here’s what her co-stars had to say on Twitter: Snooki’s BFF JWoww: “So proud of @snooki and @JLaValle! Lorenzo is the cutest baby I ever seen. Love him already.” Pauly D: “I Love It This Time A Yearrr When Baby Lorenzo’s Here !!!!! Congrats @snooki And @JLaValle !!! #BabyBlowout” Sammi Giancola: “Congrats @snooki !!!!! So happy for you.” Ronnie Magro: “Congratulations to @snooki !!! Luv ya baby sis! Remember breathe and push!!” Vinny Guadagnino: “I’m finally an uncle!!! Congrats @snooki and @JLaValle! Can’t wait to meet #babylorenzo!” The Situation : “Congrats to Nicole and jionni on their healthy baby boy! All the best! @snooki” Jersey Shore returns to MTV October 4 for its sixth season. With pregnant Snooki in the house, it’ll certainly be different than years past. Will Snooki be a good mom?
Kelly Clarkson hit up two more cities during her latest tour this weekend, covering a recent hit song at each stop. And as the first-ever American Idol has been taking fan requests everywhere she goes, THG has been posting them for readers to enjoy. Because she’s simply that awesome. Most recently, Clarkson traveled back over a decade and treated us to a version of TLC’s ” No Scrubs .” The performance proceeded Kelly traveling back just a few seconds and doing up Carly Rae Jepsen’s summer smash . On Saturday in Mansfield, MA, meanwhile, it was time for some Kings of Leon. Watch Clarkson cover “Cold Desert” in the following video:
After Rupert Murdoch’s newspaper controversially published the pictures of Prince Harry naked in Vegas, the publisher urged the public to lay off the royal. “Prince Harry. Give him a break,” he Tweeted. “He may be on the public payroll one way or another, but the public loves him, even to enjoy Las Vegas.” “Only lesson for Prince Harry: avoid playmates with cameras!” Harry was infamously photographed partying in the nude in a Las Vegas hotel room last weekend, and the photos hit the web via TMZ late Tuesday. Murdoch’s The Sun ignored a warning from the palace and a regulatory ruling on Friday morning by printing the naked Harry pics on its front pages. The cover, like Harry himself, was cheeky. So to speak. Part of Murdoch’s justification for running the Prince Harry nude shot – aside from basic freedom of the press – was that it’s already all over the web. How could they demand he not print something everyone had already seen or could with a single Google search? It just didn’t make any sense … to him. If there are more pics to come , which has been rumored, don’t expect he will hold back in that case either, but at least we know how he’d vote in our poll: Prince Harry …
Adrienne Maloof may be moving on up from Bravo and The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills . Insiders tell Perez Hilton that the soon-to-be-single reality star (she and Dr. Paul Nassif are going through a divorce ) is in discussions with NBC to be spun off on to her own series. Details are sketchy at the moment, but the program will reportedly focus on Adrienne’s professional side, focusing on her and her casino-owning siblings. “The show is in the works and it will focus on Adrienne and her brothers and the Maloof family businesses,” says the source. “The show is in the early planning stages but it will be a competition-style reality show based around family businesses.” Sounds… interesting? Lame? Fascinating? You tell us: Would you tune in for an Adrienne Maloof reality show?
Emily Maynard is going on the record to deny a tabloid report that she’s cheating on Jef Holm. The Bachelorette star says the rumors are 100% false . “It’s one hundred percent not true,” Maynard tells People exclusively of the allegations that she was caught cheating on Jef Holm while on vacation. According to Us , the couple had a blowout fight while vacationing with Holm’s family in Myrtle Beach, S.C., after he found her sexting some dude. Not the case, the lovebirds say. “It’s funny to me,” Jef says. “We were in a gated community in a private home with just my brothers and sisters. It’s just bogus a ‘source’ [saying] we were fighting.” “None of that is true.” The celebrity gossip magazine, which claims Holm asked Maynard to pack up and leave, made him scoff. “They must have packed me up, too,” says Jef. The couple, which left Myrtle Beach together, are now back in Charlotte, where Holm says he’s looking for his own place near Emily and Ricki. After dropping off Ricki (now in the first grade) at school, Emily Maynard says that she decided to respond to the rumors because she was stunned. “I have never been more in love or felt more confident about our relationship,” she says. “We’re so excited about the future. I’m happier than I’ve ever been.”
The Jackson Family is no stranger to drama. Unfortunately, their private issues have become very public with recent photos of Janet Jackson and her brothers…
It’s hard to say how much can be blamed on the timing of the release of The Do-Deca-Pentathlon and how much on the movie’s self-amused mediocrity, but the latest from brothers Mark and Jay Duplass (who co-wrote and directed) seems to expose the limits of a certain kind of realism by stretching them one man-child too far. Do-Deca comes on the heels of Jeff, Who Lives at Home , the latter a light, surprisingly affecting story of two brothers at various odds finding common ground. Jeff is the better movie, by a significant margin. Do-Deca is also the lesser movie in a very specific way: If the runoff of several more successful Duplass-driven or otherwise Duplass-oriented projects (including Jeff , Cyrus , and Humpday ) had swirled into a single stream and then pooled in an Austin ditch at summer’s height, Do-Deca might be the movie some avid scavenger fished out. It feels this way despite the fact that Do-Deca was shot back in 2008, before the brothers went Hollywood. Time on the shelf hasn’t improved this story of two middle-aged brothers, Mark (Steve Zissis) and Jeremy (Mark Kelly), and their re-staging of a two-man, 25-event competition they first participated in as teenagers. Schlubby Mark has a pretty wife named Stephanie (Jennifer Lafleur) and a longhaired son (Reid Williams) who’s too cool for most rooms, but especially the ones containing his dad. We meet this trio at the house of Mark’s mother (Julie Vorus), where they are about to celebrate Mark’s birthday. Deadbeat brother Jeremy shows up despite being distinctly uninvited (in the opening scene Mark recalls Jeremy’s delight in traumatizing him with repulsive gags), crashing the family’s 5-K charity run. From there the brothers reignite their obsessive competition, to Stephanie’s mean-mommy dismay. Initially Mark expresses a burning contempt for his brother, asking his wife if she’s ever really looked at Jeremy, fully considered his ugliness, or realized how closely he resembles “a troll who guards a bridge in England.” There’s something darkly amusing in that description, the way one person’s earnest repulsion can strike another as funny. Jeremy feels Mark’s family isn’t seeing him clearly either, and is often mentioning how differently he behaves now, alluding to the “real” Mark. Even Mark’s son accuses him of fakery, of performing an even-tempered dad schtick. On the whole, character development is made a function of the plot, as it were, which has the brothers agreeing to a rematch and staging it behind Stephanie’s back. The “joke” of these competitions feels worn out when Mark and Jeremy gnash and flail to cross the finish line of the 5-K first. With 25 events to go and little at stake either dramatically or humorously, Do-Deca feels more like a Mumblecore obstacle course. Cameras are jerked, long glances are exchanged, characters look like us but behave like people in a certain kind of movie, scenes fall limp, and an attenuated conceit fails to hold it all together. It’s also a good example of the way a movie with an anti-formula, pro-realism mandate develops its own ruts, ditches and worn-down grooves. Not all improvised dialogue or scenarios taken from real life (as this one apparently was) translate to something “real” onscreen. At its worst this kind of filmmaking can take on a kind of forced realism, an aesthetic that’s grating because it revels in an authenticity it hasn’t actually achieved. Zissis works hard to give us one of the uglier mid-life crises portrayed onscreen, but very little about his supposed envy of his brother, his dissatisfaction with his life, or the conflict that erupts with his wife rings true. Only Reid Williams, ever casting one bored gimlet eye out from behind a shank of hair, feels as if he might exist, if not in the meticulously fake-real world of this film, then in the one where actual humans live.
That swirl love is just so sweet, even if Tiki had to kick a pregnant wife to the curb for it… Tiki Barber and fiancée Traci Lynn Johnson may have postponed their Hamptons nuptials last month, but the couple looked like they couldn’t wait for their honeymoon at the Einstein Emerging Leaders launch party at Three Sixty on Thursday. The pair showed up looking sharp at the TriBeCa benefit for the Children’s Evaluation and Rehabilitation Center at the Albert Einstein College of Medicine, but they apparently stole off at one point to play doctor themselves. “The two of them spent the first part of the night enjoying sushi, sliders and fresh pasta while mingling with guests and listening to DJ Louie XIV spin,” said a spy. But after an hour of mingling, they slipped away to a private room. “Some staffers went into the room a few different times and saw them deep in conversation on the couch, which then turned into some canoodling in the corner,” said a spy at the fete for 500. “They were there for over an hour!” After their quality time together, the lovebirds emerged to party some more, then headed into the night: “They took the party to where I can only assume would be home,” a spy joked after the couple’s romantic tête-à-tête at the bash, which was stocked with young professionals interested in supporting health-care research. The ex-Giant told us yesterday: “Our good friend Kyle Widrick invited us, and we went to support him. The cause is obviously important, and it was a fun crowd, so we enjoyed it. “Both Traci and I have been burning both ends of the candle, working full-time and getting through charity season, so we stole away to have some quiet time because I hadn’t seen her all day. We actually went back into the party for another hour or so, then [left] because I was wiped.” He added the couple’s wedding plans — moved back from May so Barber’s divorce could be finalized — are “going well, keeping on schedule.” And when we mentioned he and Traci — who rocked a flirty red party dress and strappy heels — were looking smart at the Einstein bash, he quipped, “Traci is always making me look bad because she’s so damn beautiful.” What a cornball! Does Tiki have a job yet? Just asking because these two seem to do nothing but go to charity events and we thought you had to spend money to do that… Check out some photos of Tiki and his homewreckin’ Becky earlier this week at the Annual Casino Jazz Night Benefiting Big Brothers Big Sisters Of New York at Cipriani 42nd Street below: Source GettyImages
Tom and Ray Magliozzi, the brothers and popular hosts of Car Talk on National Public Radio, are putting their hilarious show in park for good. They’re retiring after more than 35 years this fall. NPR will continue airing the best of Tom and Ray, a.k.a. Click and Clack the Tappet Brothers, using previously broadcast Car Talk material. “My brother has always been ‘work-averse,'” Ray Magliozzi, 63, joked. “Now, apparently, even the one hour a week is killing him!” “It’s brutal!” quipped Tom, who turns 75 this year. Partly because of Tom’s advancing age, the guys mutually decided it was time to stop “and smell the cappuccino,” NPR reported Friday. The radio show, in which guests call in with questions about their ailing vehicles, focuses on cars, but is really all about the brothers’ banter. While they often made good-natured fun of callers, the Boston-based duo saves their best material for themselves. They will be missed. Week after week, they turn Car Talk into an hour of riotous jokes and laughter that one need not know or care about cars to appreciate. Seriously, check it out if you haven’t heard it.
