Celebrities Who Had To Use Private Investigators When we can’t trust someone, we go through their phones and purses and emails. When celebrities can’t trust someone, they hire private investigators to pry into their personal lives. They get hired to find affairs or dirt on enemies and loved ones alike. You’d be surprised how many celebrities use them. So without further ado, here are eight celebrities who have used Private Eyes.
Richard, you won’t be missed. Richard Ramirez Dies In Jail According to Mail Online Richard Ramirez, the demonic serial killer who left satanic signs at murder scenes and mutilated victims’ bodies during a reign of terror in the 1980s, died early Friday in a hospital, a prison official said. Ramirez, 53, had been taken from San Quentin’s death row to a hospital where authorities said he died of liver failure. He had been housed on death row for decades and was awaiting execution, even though it has been years since anyone has been put to death in California. He was convicted in 1989 of 13 murders, five attempted murders, 11 sexual assaults and 14 burglaries, which terrorized Southern California in 1984 and 1985. His charges included rape, sodomy and oral copulation. At his first court appearance, Ramirez raised a hand with a pentagram drawn on it and yelled, ‘Hail, Satan.’ His marathon trial, which ended in 1989, was a horror show in which jurors heard about one victim’s eyes being gouged out and another’s head being nearly severed. Courtroom observers wept when survivors of some of the attacks testified. Satanic symbols were left at murder scenes and some victims were forced to ‘swear to Satan’ by the killer, who entered homes through unlocked windows and doors. Ramirez was finally run down and beaten in 1985 by residents of an East Los Angeles neighborhood while attempting a carjacking. They recognized him because his picture had appeared that day in the news media. Inexplicably, Ramirez, a native of El Paso, Texas, had a following of young women admirers who came to the courtroom regularly and sent him love notes. Some visited him in prison, and in 1996 Ramirez was married to 41-year-old freelance magazine editor Doreen Lioy in a visiting room at San Quentin prison. Relatives called Lioy a recluse who lived in a fantasy world. In 2006, the California Supreme Court upheld Ramirez’s convictions and death sentence. The U.S. Supreme Court refused in 2007 to review the convictions and sentence. Two years later, San Francisco police said DNA linked Ramirez to the April 10, 1984, killing of 9-year-old Mei Leung. She was killed in the basement of a residential hotel in San Francisco’s Tenderloin neighborhood where she lived with her family. Ramirez had been staying at nearby hotels. Ramirez previously was tied to killings in Northern California. He was charged in the shooting deaths of Peter Pan, 66, and his wife, Barbara, in 1985 just before his arrest in Los Angeles, but he was never tried in that case. We all know where he’s going. Straight to hell.
Richard, you won’t be missed. Richard Ramirez Dies In Jail According to Mail Online Richard Ramirez, the demonic serial killer who left satanic signs at murder scenes and mutilated victims’ bodies during a reign of terror in the 1980s, died early Friday in a hospital, a prison official said. Ramirez, 53, had been taken from San Quentin’s death row to a hospital where authorities said he died of liver failure. He had been housed on death row for decades and was awaiting execution, even though it has been years since anyone has been put to death in California. He was convicted in 1989 of 13 murders, five attempted murders, 11 sexual assaults and 14 burglaries, which terrorized Southern California in 1984 and 1985. His charges included rape, sodomy and oral copulation. At his first court appearance, Ramirez raised a hand with a pentagram drawn on it and yelled, ‘Hail, Satan.’ His marathon trial, which ended in 1989, was a horror show in which jurors heard about one victim’s eyes being gouged out and another’s head being nearly severed. Courtroom observers wept when survivors of some of the attacks testified. Satanic symbols were left at murder scenes and some victims were forced to ‘swear to Satan’ by the killer, who entered homes through unlocked windows and doors. Ramirez was finally run down and beaten in 1985 by residents of an East Los Angeles neighborhood while attempting a carjacking. They recognized him because his picture had appeared that day in the news media. Inexplicably, Ramirez, a native of El Paso, Texas, had a following of young women admirers who came to the courtroom regularly and sent him love notes. Some visited him in prison, and in 1996 Ramirez was married to 41-year-old freelance magazine editor Doreen Lioy in a visiting room at San Quentin prison. Relatives called Lioy a recluse who lived in a fantasy world. In 2006, the California Supreme Court upheld Ramirez’s convictions and death sentence. The U.S. Supreme Court refused in 2007 to review the convictions and sentence. Two years later, San Francisco police said DNA linked Ramirez to the April 10, 1984, killing of 9-year-old Mei Leung. She was killed in the basement of a residential hotel in San Francisco’s Tenderloin neighborhood where she lived with her family. Ramirez had been staying at nearby hotels. Ramirez previously was tied to killings in Northern California. He was charged in the shooting deaths of Peter Pan, 66, and his wife, Barbara, in 1985 just before his arrest in Los Angeles, but he was never tried in that case. We all know where he’s going. Straight to hell.
Here is Khloe Kardashian-Odom celebrating the launch of HPNOTIQ liqueur’s Glam Louder program in Beverly Hills. If you look closely you can tell Khloe is looking great with a brand new slimmy trimmy bawwwdyyy. The reality star lost 25-lbs and she mentions she did it “The Long and Healthy Way”…unlike some folks. Good for her! Peep more pics below of the youngest Kardashian sister rockin her Yeezy GZ’s: WENN Continue reading →
No time for a little due diligence eh Wolfie? Wolf Blitzer Asks Atheist Tornado Survivor If She Thanked God For Saving Her Guess all the “Pray For Oklahoma” tweets and Instagram pics don’t apply to this lady… Via DailyMail Times of stress and hardship often turn non-religious people into believers. But one Moore, Oklahoma resident refused to thank to Lord for surviving the gigantic tornado that pulverized her suburb on Monday, making for an extremely awkward TV interview. In a clip going viral on the internet, CNN’s Wolf Blitzer stands in front of mountains of debris and says to survivor Rebecca Vitsmun: ‘We’re happy you’re here. You guys did a great job. I guess you got to thank the Lord. Right?’ Welp, not exactly…peep the video below to see the terribly awkward exchange. Damn lady, you and your family just survived a storm that killed a lot of folks. You need to thank SOMEBODY! Sheesh… Image via YouTube Continue reading →
Pray for the people in Bangladesh ! Daughter Finds Out Mother Is Among The Dead In Primark Factory Disaster According to Mail Online Bangladeshi rescue workers are continuing their increasingly desperate search for survivors in a collapsed clothes factory building where workers made cheap clothes for Primark. Hundreds were killed when the eight-story Rana Plaza in Savar on the outskirts of Dhakar collapsed yesterday, the day after cracks were seen in its walls. The death toll continues to rise and currently stands at more than 230. Forty people have been pulled alive from the rubble today. Many of those working in the building at the time were young women, while some of those killed and injured are bound to be children as the building also housed a crèche. Around 2,000 people have so far been pulled out alive. Doctors at local hospitals said they were unable to cope with the number of victims arriving from the disaster site. This afternoon workers still trapped could be heard crying out for help as firefighters and soldiers using drilling machines and cranes struggled to reach them. Officials say police had ordered the building evacuated on Tuesday, the day before its deadly collapse, after deep cracks became visible in its walls. But the factories flouted the order and managers ordered their staff to keep working. Some survivors have said they were threatened with the sack if they refused to enter the building. After the cracks were reported, managers of a local bank that also had an office in the building evacuated their workers. The garment factories, though, kept working, ignoring the instructions of the local industrial police, said Mostafizur Rahman, a director of that paramilitary police force. The Bangladesh Garment Manufacturers and Exporters Association had also asked the factories to suspend work starting on Wednesday morning, hours before the collapse. ‘After we got the crack reports, we asked them to suspend work until further examination, but they did not pay heed,’ said Atiqul Islam, the group’s president. Today the smell of rotting bodies wafted through holes cut into the building. Junior minister for Home Affairs, Shamsul Haque, said a total of 2,000 people had so far been rescued from the wreckage. Brigadier General Mohammed Siddiqul Alam Shikder, who is overseeing army rescue teams, said the death toll had climbed to 194. Dozens of bodies, their faces covered, were laid outside a local school building so relatives could identify them. Thousands of workers’ family members gathered outside the building, waiting for news, as thousands of garment workers from nearby factories took to the streets across the industrial zone in protest. General Shikder said rescue operations were progressing slowly. He said rescue teams were standing by with heavy equipment and would ‘start bulldozing the debris once we get closer to the end of the operation. ‘But now we are careful,’ he added He also said the size of the crowd was interfering with getting more rescuers to the scene. ‘We are ready with about 1,000 soldiers and rescue workers from other departments. But a huge crowd is obstructing our effort,’ he said. Searchers worked through the night to probe the jumbled mass of concrete with drills or their bare hands, passing water and flashlights to people pinned inside. Sumi, a 25-year-old worker who goes by one name, said she was sewing jeans on the fifth floor with at least 400 others when the building fell. ‘It collapsed all of a sudden,’ she said. ‘No shaking, no indication. It just collapsed on us.’ She said she managed to reach a hole in the building where rescuers pulled her out. Survivor Shaheena Akhter, 23, said: ‘Some of us did not want to work fearing something might happen, but the garment factory people told us that we had to join our work otherwise we will lose our jobs.’ Abdul Halim, an official with the engineering department in Savar, said the owner was originally allowed to construct a five-story building but he added another three stories illegally. Local police chief Mohammed Asaduzzaman said police and the government’s Capital Development Authority have filed separate cases of negligence against the building owner. Habibur Rahman, police superintendent of Dhaka district, identified the owner as Mohammed Sohel Rana, a local leader of ruling Awami League’s youth front. Mr Rahman said police were also looking for the owners of the garment factories. Among the textile businesses in the building were Phantom Apparels, New Wave Style, New Wave Bottoms and New Wave Brothers. Primark’s ethical trade team is working to collect information, assess which communities the workers come from and provide support ‘where possible’, the company said. Charles Kernaghan, executive director of the Institute for Global Labour and Human Rights, which has an office in Dhaka, says his staff are investigating. ‘You can’t trust many buildings in Bangladesh,’ Mr Kernaghan said. ‘It’s so corrupt that you can buy off anybody and there won’t be any retribution.’ Do you think the owner of the garment factory is to blame for threatening the factory workers’ jobs if they did not work? Getty
No country for Rick Ross and sexual assault lyrics ! Meek Mill Defends Rick Ross While Others Calls For Reebok To Fire Him Via TMZ reports: Reebok supports abusers by supporting Rick Ross … that’s the way a leading women’s group and scores of rape survivors see it. UltraViolet — a women’s rights group 400,000 strong — is incensed the company is not dumping Ross in the wake of his new song, which fantasizes about date rape. The song — “U.O.E.N.O.” — has a line, “Put Molly all in the champagne. She ain’t even know it. I took her home and I enjoy that. She ain’t even know it.” Molly is slang for Ecstasy. The group — along with 150 rape survivors — grouses, “Every single day that Reebok continues rewarding Rick Ross with a lucrative endorsement deal, Reebok is condoning rape.” We reached out to Reebok today, but we got crickets. As for Ross … he issued a lukewarm apology, saying the lyrics were misunderstood and he never used the word rape. Sometimes you don’t have to use the word, when the thought is clear. “Put Molly all in her champagne, she ain’t even know it/I took her home and I enjoyed that, she ain’t even know it” Hit the flip to see what label-mate and fellow struggle rapper Meek Mill had to say to defend Officer Ricky…
Stanija Dobrojevic is some Yugoslavian trashy hooker pussy on the beach lookin’ awesome and ready to be human trafficked as most USSR survivors are, it’s a cultural thing. I’ve never heard of her before today but I have fucked a Yugoslavian in the 90s, so feel like we get each other, My memory of fucking my Yugoslavian was that she peed on me once, so I peed back on her but more interestingly, I was fucking her from behind one day and she started to fucking groundhog, not sure it was a Yugoslavian thing, you know a flaring asshole with the tip of a hard shit poking out, but I do know it was a horrible, but not horrible enough to make me stop.
The teenage years can, don’t we all know, be an alienating experience, even when you don’t have an actual alien trapped inside your body. But such is the fate of the spirited young heroine of The Host , who finds that talking to boys and stuff is a whole lot harder when your soul is being sucked by one of the space invaders slowly wiping humankind from the face of the planet. This extravagantly silly but undeniably entertaining sci-fi soap opera — the latest adapted from the work of Mormon YA-lit phenom Stephenie Meyer — should prove shrewd distaff counterprogramming to G.I. Joe: Retaliation , posting solid (if less-than- Twilight -sized) numbers at home and other points throughout the galaxy. With The Walking Dead slaying ’em on the smallscreen, Warm Bodie s still haunting a few multiplexes and Oblivion just around the bend, there seem to be few surer bets in Hollywood these days than tales of an Earth imperiled by some alien/zombie/enviro apocalypse and the hardy band of survivors trying to preserve their humanity. In this latest variation, ETs that look like fuzzy, phosphorescent amoebas enter their human “hosts” through slits in the back of the neck, bonding with them like the similar-minded occupiers from Invasion of the Body Snatchers , a submissive demeanor and a telltale ring of bright blue light in the eyes signaling that the transformation is complete. By the time we pick up the story, most of the damage has been done, but the news isn’t all bad: These unfailingly well-mannered aliens have, an opening narration informs us, brought “honesty, courtesy and kindness” to our often cruel society. For unexplained reasons, they also seem to have leeched all the color from the world, dressing from head to toe in lab-tech couture and driving about in a fleet of reflective silver Lotus Elises. But humans, it turns out, aren’t so keen on this whole soul-sharing idea. So some of them have gone on the run, like Melanie ( Saoirse Ronan ), a bayou girl from the great, tax-incentive state of Louisiana, with a heart-tugging kid brother (Chandler Canterbury) and hunky rebel boyfriend ( Max Irons) in tow. In the film’s early moments, Melanie is captured by a team of “Seekers,” who implant her with one of their own kind, a millennia-old shapeshifter called Wanderer, whose job is to search Melanie’s memories for evidence of other human dissidents. Only, as Wanderer soon discovers, Melanie is still very much alive in there, too, struggling for control over her mind and body. Director Andrew Niccol (who also adapted Meyer’s novel) dramatizes this by having Melanie speak telepathically to Wanderer, who in turn responds with spoken dialogue — which, for a while, gives The Host the strange tenor of a 1950s women’s psychodrama crossed with a 1980s body-switching comedy: The Snake Pit meets All of Me . It all might have seemed even more ridiculous than it sounds were it not for the deeply resourceful Ronan, who has, ever since Atonement , has projected that slightly alien quality of children with a poise and wisdom well beyond their years. Here, trapped in what seems like an unplayable role, she not only creates two separate and distinct personalities for Melanie and Wanderer, but injects the entire film with a much-needed level of plausible reality. When Melanie proves too resistant, the Seekers’ queen bee (Diane Kruger) proposes ejecting Wanderer and taking over the job herself. At which point both alien and host — who have started to become rather fond of one another — make a break for it, heading west in search of the human underground. Figuratively speaking, this is a road Niccol has traveled many times. Dystopian neo-futures, plasticine pseudo-realities and class-war allegories are his stock-in-trade, from 1997’s Gattaca to 2011’s In Time to his original script for The Truman Show . It has been a career of generally diminishing returns, though Niccol remains a proficient technician, and The Host is never less than a muscular exercise in style, immeasurably enhanced by Roberto Schaefer’s widescreen lensing of the New Mexico desert, where Melanie/Wanderer finally finds brother, boyfriend, uncle (William Hurt, looking like a dour Pa Kettle) and the rest of the human resistance living in a series of interconnected caves. Here, The Host morphs into yet another genre hybrid, suggesting one of those old frontier Westerns in which some group of noble homesteaders steeled themselves against imminent attack from Indians or greedy cattle barons; surely this is among the least likely movies ever to include an extended crop-harvesting scene. But it’s clear that, as in the Twiligh t series, the real crisis here is a young woman’s sexual awakening — make that a young woman and a very old alien’s respective sexual awakenings. “You can touch me. I don’t want you to stop,” Melanie instructs Irons’ Jared in one heavy-petting flashback, but all subsequent efforts to make it past first base are curtailed by Melanie’s fury at seeing Wanderer (now known simply as “Wanda”) making out with her boyfriend, to say nothing of Wanda’s own blossoming affection for the equally strapping Ian (Jake Abel). Meyer is undeniably canny at using genre to address the age-old struggles of adolescence, but at just over two hours, even The Host ’s air of guilty pleasure eventually subsides. In the final stretch, the movie devolves into a protracted series of mini-climaxes before finally creaking across the finish line. All of which will mean little to the core audience of Twihards jonesing for a Meyer fix, now that Edward and Bella have ridden off into the celluloid sunset. Can there be room in this crazy, mixed-up world for man, woman and alien? The Host might have been more effective if we had to tune in next week to find out. Follow Movieline on Twitter . More on The Host : ”The Host’ Premiere In NYC: VIPs Reveal Their Favorite Celeb Parasites (Brad! Angelina! Tony Danza?) ‘The Host’ Contest: Channel Your Inner Parasite & Win A Nifty Prize Pack
Although state-of-the-art in its rendering of textures, movement and stereography, DreamWorks’ latest 3D toon, The Croods , adopts a relatively primitive approach to storytelling with its Flintstonian construction of stock, ill-fitting narrative elements. Part family adventure story, part romance and part eye-popping thrill ride, this tale of a prehistoric family seeking a new home in a dangerous and geologically volatile environment won’t have the broad appeal of DreamWorks’ Shrek and Kung Fu Panda pics, or Fox’s own B.C.-era Ice Age franchise. But it should prove a solid earner after its March 22 release in a frame relatively free of rival predators. Conceived in 2005 under the catchier title Crood Awakening , with John Cleese and trade journo-turned-agent-turned-screenwriter Kirk DeMicco ( Racing Stripes ) set to script, The Croods was intended to further DreamWorks’ collaboration with Aardman Animation ( Chicken Run , Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit , Flushed Away ) before the two companies parted ways in 2006. DeMicco and animation vet Chris Sanders ( Lilo & Stitch ) share scripting and directing duties, with Cleese co-credited for the story. The main element from Crood Awakening that seems to have survived the transition to the screen is the premise of brutish cavepeople who meet a more evolved humanoid with clever ideas up his fur sleeve, like how to make fire. But instead of the original project’s quasi-Neanderthal community, the core characters here are a frightened family of six called the Croods, seemingly the last of their species after natural selection has chewed its way through their neighbors. Enjoined by patriarch Grug (voiced by Nicolas Cage ) to “never not be afraid,” the Croods hunt as a pack by day and huddle in a cave by night to hide from a delightfully designed bestiary of made-up monsters, such as the self-explanatory Bear Owl and the Macawnivore, a colorful saber-toothed tiger variant roughly the size of a rhino. Grug’s wife, Ugga ( Catherine Keener ); doltish son, Thunk ( Clark Duke ); tart-tongued mother-in-law, Gran ( Cloris Leachman ); and ferociously belligerent toddler daughter, Sandy (“Release the baby!” is one of the pic’s funnier catchphrases), are all content to stick to the routine. But teenage daughter Eep ( Emma Stone ) longs for broader horizons and a literally brighter view of the world. Enter Guy ( Ryan Reynolds ), the only survivor of a family that, judging by his svelter frame, more erect posture and higher forehead, must have been a bit further up the evolutionary ladder. Although most of the Croods are impressed with Guy’s innovations, like fire and shoes, Grug wants no truck with this young hotshot who’s winning Eep’s heart, or any of his newfangled ideas. However, when it starts to look like Guy may be right about the world breaking up, they have no choice but to seek greener pastures. The main problem with the film is that the script simply isn’t very funny, and its various subplots never quite mesh satisfyingly together; apart from Grug, Eep and Guy, the other characters add little to the proceedings apart from a few feeble jokes. Yet these story deficiencies are fairly well papered over by the pacey, smoothly animated action scenes, delivered at regular intervals. Highlights include an early hunt, with a football-like egg passed from character to character, that gains much from well-timed, Wile E. Coyote-style slapstick; and a nifty escape sequence involving volcanic eruptions, sticky tar and, of all things, makeshift puppets. Younger auds will be hypnotized by the pic’s scorching color palette, particularly in the Avatar -like jungle setting, and throughout the animators have lavished loving attention on how different kinds of light (moon, sun, fire) play on the surfaces of skin, fur and landscape. Presumably, it’s in this area that ace lenser Roger Deakins lent his services as a visual consultant, as he did on DreamWorks’ How to Train Your Dragon . Character design, however, is less adroit, although the Croods’ stocky, simplistic figures will lend themselves well enough to merchandising. Onscreen, they’re not terribly appealing, and Eep’s helmet-like hair and East German weightlifter physique make her a somewhat awkward match with the spindly Guy, even if it’s laudable for the animators to have designed a young heroine who doesn’t fit the usual Barbie-doll proportions. Follow Movieline on Twitter.
