Where is Chris Hansen ??? FBI agents are searching for an alleged sex trafficker who pimps out underage girls and is continuing to post Twitter messages bragging about hookers he has put on the street. Federal investigators last month secured a sealed arrest warrant for Marquist Bradford, 26, who has been charged with sex trafficking of children by force, fraud, or coercion, a felony carrying a prison term of 15 years to life. Bradford, a wannabe rapper who has produced videos for several of his songs, uses the nickname “King Kutta Mackin” and has recently resided in Sacramento, California (where his apartment was searched by investigators in early-February). Bradford’s rap repertoire includes “Misfortune” and “Super Rich.” The Chicago native’s Twitter account, @king_kutta, describes him as a “fresh fly ni99a love doin me and love liven!!$$ money is my movation and bein broke is my Fear!” In a tweet yesterday, Bradford, pictured above, wrote, “Just put a new b***h down $$ let’s see if she can keep dis money comin round $.” As they hunt for Bradford, federal agents have monitored his Facebook page and determined that he has traveled from Sacramento with “Princess” and “appeared to be continuing to pimp in Chicago, Virginia, and New York.” The court filing alleges that Bradford has had a “lengthy history” of pimping minors, and that he has frequently used online outlets like backpage.com and myredbook.com to advertise an assortment of prostitutes. We hope this piece of isht gets put under the jail! Source Twitter More On Bossip! Happy 4th Anniversary BeyBey And Hubby Hov: A Stroll Down Memory Lane Of The Couple’s Most Romantic Moments [Photos] Celebrity Cribs: Lil Weezy Is Sellin’ His Louisiana Glass And Chrome Home For $1.7 Milli Rihanna’s Bangin’ Spread For Elle Magazine Is Out…Plus She Talks About Breezy And Kids New Music: Kanye West Featuring DJ Khaled And DJ Pharris “Theraflu” (Talks Amber Rose, Wiz Khalifa, And Being In LOVE With Kimmy Cakes!)
Man Shot Three Times At Young Jeezy Concert Y’all still shooting up concerts like that in Canada? That’s sooooo 1990s. TORONTO – A man is in hospital after being shot three times at the ‘Young Jeezy’ concert, inside the Sound Academy, early Thursday morning. Police received a call around 12:30 a.m. of shots fired inside the Sound Academy at 11 Polson St. Police say that there was an altercation inside the night club, as a result a man in his 20s was shot three times in the torso. The victim is in serious but stable condition. Police are searching for suspects. Guess the thugs were a little too motivated… Source More On Bossip! Happy 4th Anniversary BeyBey And Hubby Hov: A Stroll Down Memory Lane Of The Couple’s Most Romantic Moments [Photos] Celebrity Cribs: Lil Weezy Is Sellin’ His Louisiana Glass And Chrome Home For $1.7 Milli Rihanna’s Bangin’ Spread For Elle Magazine Is Out…Plus She Talks About Breezy And Kids New Music: Kanye West Featuring DJ Khaled And DJ Pharris “Theraflu” (Talks Amber Rose, Wiz Khalifa, And Being In LOVE With Kimmy Cakes!)
Brand turned himself in on the misdemeanor warrant on Thursday. By Gil Kaufman Russell Brand Photo: Getty Images It was a quick trip to the police station for Russell Brand on Thursday afternoon. The British comedian turned himself in at the New Orleans Sheriff’s office in connection with an iPhone tossing incident and he was swiftly booked on two misdemeanor counts of simple criminal damage to property valued at $700 and then sent on his way. According to TMZ, Brand was sprung from jail in short order after posting $5,000 bond in the case, in which he is accused of grabbing a photographer’s iPhone and tossing it through the window of a downtown law office. An arrest warrant was issued for Brand on Wednesday and the “Arthur” star made no attempt to hide his part in the phone flap. Earlier this week he responded to the news by posting on his Rustyrockets Twitter feed, writing, “Since Steve Jobs died I cannot bear to see anyone use an iPhone irreverently, what I did was a tribute to his memory.” Paparazzo Timothy Jackson filed a police report immediately after the incident that claimed “criminal damages.” Jackson got his phone back and Brand agreed to pay for the window, but police still issued the warrant. TMZ also reported that Brand’s people have already paid for the broken window, handing over $240 to repair it last night. Brand is the second celeb to run afoul of the law recently after grabbing someone else’s phone. Last month,
Russell Brand is in hot water over his recent iPhone flinging . New Orleans police issued a misdemeanor arrest warrant for Brand in connection with the zany British funnyman’s run-in with a photographer earlier this week. Russell turned himself in Thursday and is in police custody. Brand has been accused of grabbing a photographer’s phone on Monday and throwing it through the nearby window of a law firm in downtown New Orleans. Brand, in town filming a movie, hasn’t denied that he grabbed and hurled the phone. In fact, he Tweeted “Since Steve Jobs died I cannot bear to see anyone use an iPhone irreverently, what I did was a tribute to his memory .” Brand has reportedly offered to pay for the broken window at the law firm, but the “victim,” celebrity gossip photographer Timothy Jackson, filed a police report. Jackson had been posted up along with several others to take pics of the 36-year-old, who is in NoLa shooting Oscar-winning swriter Diablo Cody’s new film. Last month, Chris Brown was accused of “robbery by sudden snatching” after Christal Spann claimed he reached out his car window, grabbed her phone and peaced. Though a report was filed in that incident, no warrant was issued. [Photo: WENN.com]
In the vigilante fantasy Gone , Amanda Seyfried plays Jill, a young Portland woman who can’t shake the memory of her abduction a year ago. She managed to slip through the guy’s clutches – he’d been holding her at the bottom of a deep pit in a sprawling local park – but the local cops, after finding no evidence of said hole (it’s a very big park), decided she made the whole thing up. Then one night Jill’s sister (Emily Wickersham) goes missing in a similar fashion: When Jill goes to the cops for help, they eye her warily, all except newbie detective Wes Bentley , who purrs at her creepily, in a red-herring sort of way. The thing about Seyfried is that she does look a little – OK, a lot — like a crazy waif, capable of making up any old thing and getting you to believe it by blinking those saucer-sized Blythe-doll eyes. She does a lot of that here, and she’s part of what makes Gone reasonably effective: Seyfried can look fragile, feral or a combination of both. Her skin is so translucent that she looks something like a pond creature, delicate and mysterious but also capable of staying underwater for a long, long time without breathing – in other words, she can surely take care of herself. Which is why you never worry too much about her character in Gone – you know she’ll come out on top, but it’s fun to doubt her here and there along the way. The picture is very simply constructed, using a minimum of tricks as it works its way toward its inevitable conclusion. (The director is Brazilian filmmaker Heitor Dhalia; the script is by Allison Burnett.) Essentially, Jill spends a day following a sequence of clues: She finds a possibly significant hardware-store receipt and treks to the establishment to quiz its super-friendly owner. (You know, the kind of guy who’ll sell you duct tape, a shovel, a flashlight and a mini-saw, chuck it all in a paper sack and say, “You have a great day now!”) En route to her prey, she queries a slacker kid about a mysterious fellow who’s been living in a local divey hotel. The kid warns her that the man in question is kind of shady: “My girlfriend says he has rapey-eyes.” Whatever those are – and it’s all too easy to imagine – you wouldn’t want to meet them in a dark alley, or at the bottom of a deep hole. As vigilante thrillers go, Gone is actually kind of subtle – perhaps too subtle. The movie repeatedly tosses the “Can we believe her or can’t we?” coin to the point where we don’t even have to guess. But ultimately, the plot doesn’t really hinge on who the would-be killer is, or even on the question of whether or not we can believe Jill. The more resonant question is, What happens when authority figures think they don’t have to take a pretty, sweet-looking girl seriously? The creepiest thing in Gone isn’t the inevitable showdown between Jill and her prey; it’s the way the cops stalk her (she’s toting an illegal firearm, which, they’ve decided, makes her Public Enemy #1), talk about her behind her back as if she were just some random loony (she did spend time in a mental hospital), and use the people she trusts to help reel her in. The aura of slow-burning paranoia is the best thing about the picture, though it’s not enough to fully sustain it. In the end, Gone really does have to be about Jill’s being smart enough to outwit her possibly imaginary nemesis – that’s what the audience comes to see, after all. Seyfried, a mini-Valkyrie with flaxen hair, can take care of herself all right. Still, those moments where you think she just might be an attention-seeking hysterical cutie-pie are exactly what gives the movie’s ending its satisfying click. Seyfried has spent too much time lately in vehicles that aren’t worthy of her, Red Riding Hood being the most egregious example. Gone at least takes her seriously – except when, to delicious effect, it doesn’t. Follow Stephanie Zacharek on Twitter . Follow Movieline on Twitter .
Enjoy the Moment before it becomes a Memory ~ Anon Don’t get so caught up in the worries of tomorrow that you fail to enjoy the happiness you have in the present. Time is one thing that you can never get back. Enjoy the moment before it becomes a memory…
Saturday afternoon, a flash mob took over Times Square in New York City to honor the memory of “Soul Train” creator Don Cornelius . Playing 70′s classics like The Jackson Five’s “Don’t Stop Til You Get Enough”, some fans really got into the spirit by donning Afro wigs and roller skates and grooved down the now classic “soul train” line. Cornelius, 75, was found dead in his Los Angeles home this past Wednesday, reportedly from an apparent suicide. Watch festivities below: RELATED POSTS: Don Cornelius, 75, Found Dead In An Apparent Suicide Celebrities React to Death of Don Cornelius Don Cornelius’ Ex To Pocket His Life Insurance Policy
There’s a big old mammal heart beating softly but steadily at the center of Big Miracle , which recounts the true story of how, in 1988, humans from all over the world raced to save three California gray whales trapped by rapidly forming Arctic Circle ice. The whales’ plight made great television footage, captivating viewers everywhere; it also galvanized plenty of people who wanted to use their alleged or sort-of genuine concern for these poor creatures as a political tool or a means to financial gain. With whale-sized good intentions, Big Miracle works hard to capture the drama of the situation and also sweep an adequate quota of feel-good vibes into its wide-ranging net. But there’s so much going on in Big Miracle that the biggest miracle of all – the whales at the center of the story, magnificent, crusty beasts dotted with barnacle appliques, as if the sea gods had gone nuts with their own version of the Bedazzler – get lost amid all the criss-crossing love stories, political wheeler-dealing and well-intentioned but inadequate rescue missions. Maybe that suits the whales just fine – they are unassuming-looking creatures, after all – but they still deserve a little more majesty than the movie gives them. John Krasinksi plays Adam Carlson, a TV news reporter doing a series of stories set in sleepy Barrow, Alaska. It’s at least a small stroke of inspiration to cast Krasinski as a TV newsguy: He’s got the rubbery-handsome face of a cartoon-character — like a human Scooby Doo — and like so many of those TV guys, he manages to look both enthusiastic and nonplussed at the same time. Just when he thinks he’s exhausted the number of stories to be found in Barrow – his missives include a report on the world’s northernmost Mexican restaurant – he finds himself out on the ice one day and, gazing into the distance, spots first one gray nub, then another, emerging from a hole in the surface. These are the three whales, unable to continue the route they’ve been swimming because the Arctic ice has formed faster than expected; being mammals, they have to poke their snouts above the water’s surface in order to breathe. Adam jumps on the story, which is then picked up by the major TV networks. It also attracts the attention of Greenpeace activist Rachel Kramer (Drew Barrymore, done up to look mousy, though not even the drab, no-makeup look can tamp down her natural radiance), who also happens to be Adam’s ex-girlfriend. Rachel both exasperates Adam and inspires protectiveness, and her arrival on the scene rattles him, not least because she distracts him from his longtime ambition: He dreams of getting out of sleepy Alaska and going to work for a “real” TV station in the lower 48. But there’s not much time for any chemistry to develop – or redevelop – between Adam and Rachel. Before long, a host of individuals, each toting his or her own kit bag of self-interest, descend upon the frigid little berg of Barrow: There’s frosty Los Angeles TV-news reporter Jill Jerard (Kristen Bell), who temporarily puts stars in Adam’s eyes; oil tycoon J.W. McGraw (Ted Danson), who’s interested in raping the land but who also harbors at least a semi-genuine desire to help; Reagan henchwoman Kelly Meyers (Vinessa Shaw), who’s dispatched to the North to make the president look adequately concerned about this big-news issue and thus secure the upcoming election for George Bush; and Colonel Scott Boyer (Dermot Mulroney), the guy in charge of moving an ice-breaking hovercraft into the area in a valiant attempt to cut an escape path for our nobbly-headed gray friends. The framing story involves a young Inupiat boy named Nathan (Ahmaogak Sweeney) who’s more obsessed with his Walkman than he is with whale sounds (though you can bet that changes). Also, at various times in the movie, assorted Inupiat characters pop up to espouse whale-oriented wisdom. Admittedly, director Ken Kwapis (director of the 2005 Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, as well as episodes of The Office and The Bernie Mac Show ) had his work cut out for him in trying to organize all these interlacing stories. (The screenplay is by Jack Amiel and Michael Begler, adapted from Thomas Rose’s book Freeing the Whales .) And there are a few moments of grace here and there, including a sequence in which Rachel dons a wetsuit and dips into the water – brrr! – to swim with these magnificent prisoners of the ice. The resulting encounter is less underwater ballet than woman-to-whale mind-meld; as Rachel shimmies around these prehistoric-looking beasts, she seems to understand them less and respect them more, and we do, too. Kwapis wants, of course, to keep the tone light, and so he does. It’s fun to see James LeGros show up as a toque-clad Minnesota guy, one of the inventors of a device that helps get the whales swimming on their way. (It’s named, rather delightfully, the Hootkin De-Icer.) And at the end, look for a Sarah Palin cameo, thanks to the wonders of vintage video footage. Big Miracle is harmless and big-hearted, and it’s also handsomely shot (by the reliable John Bailey). But it could use a lot more bite. The battle for the whales, who become PR pawns in the process of just trying to survive, isn’t sharply delineated: Everyone wants a piece of these poor guys for their own gain, but the movie underplays that angle –by the windup, everybody forgets their differences and winds up in a group hug. And the victory for the whales, in the end, is bittersweet. Their story has more pathos and depth and nuance than that of the humans – there’s no way to give them dialogue, but they could have had more of a voice. Follow Stephanie Zacharek on Twitter . Follow Movieline on Twitter .
In New Zealand! And how’s this for a welcome from “New Zealand First” leader Winston Peters: “‘To reside in New Zealand indefinitely, well, what does that mean? Full-time, part-time? … If someone was coming to live in New Zealand and become a New Zealander, that is a different matter.’ Mr Peters criticised the decision as typical of the ‘stupidity’ of the Government and the ‘rubber-stamp merchants’ at the OIO. ‘If [the applicant] was bringing some expertise to expand this country’s export wealth, particularly if it was land to be developed, or better utilised, that would be a different matter.'” Seriously! It’s not like Avatar sequels grow on trees. [ NZ Herald ]
News surfaced on Wednesday that Kodak, the once-proud photography giant whose heavy-duty film shackles have tripped it into bankruptcy, has gone to court to get out of its 20-year naming agreement with the owners of the Kodak Theater. Of course, the Academy Awards can’t just be held at any anonymous old auditorium in the heart of Hollywood. This calls for creative solutions, and fast. Naturally, that’s where Movieline readers come in. While personally I have a fondness for Mark Lisanti’s suggested switch to “In-N-Out Arena,” theater owners CIM Group are going to need as many options to draw from as they can once the Kodak name is retired. Maybe “Meryl’s Curse Shack and Seafood Alley”? “The Crash Taste-Memorial Pavilion”? Ohhhh — how about ” The Uggieseum “? OK, fine. Do your worst! [ THR , Grantland ; photo via Shutterstock ]
