Andrew Dice Clay threw a hissy fit in Atlantic City after performing with Roseanne Barr at the Hard Rock. He booked a private room at really great Robert’s Steakhouse for 10 friends. Then sent his steak back twice after bitching loudly — which is what he does best. First he said not cooked enough. Second time, too well done. The third time he inhaled it. His embarrassed team told kitchen staff, “He always does this.”
A mouth that’s even larger speculated Dice maybe threw the dice because he gambled that the restaurant would grab the tab. They didn’t.
An intimate space
Natalie Portman’s out of this world. She’s an astronaut in “Lucy in the Sky.”
Portman: “Interesting what happens to astronauts after they’re back from outer space. We always see them on-screen while they’re on the mission. To understand how they are after they transit back to Earth is really interesting.”
Meanwhile, she’s in space — weightless and horizontal with Jon Hamm — I mean, how bad can that be?
Bits & pieces
Greta Van Susteren’s back big in your living room. Gray TV is throwing a party in DC this month for Greta’s new show. A list of big pants will attend.
House Intelligence Committee chairman Adam Schiff’s in line after civilization dumps Nancy Pelousy.
“Like a Boss” opens in theatres Jan. 10. Mia and Mel (Tiffany Haddish and Rose Byrne) have a cosmetics company. Drowning financially, Claire (Salma Hayek) takes over, and their beauty op gets ugly. Just letting you know.
Country star’s not blue now
LeAnn Rimes, with two Grammys, three ACMs, a CMA, 12 Billboard Music Awards and one American Music award, became a somebody at 13. Her hit single “Blue” dealt with anxiety, depression and the struggle of growing up in the spotlight.
People magazine plans to highlight her fight with fame. Hope for Depression Research Foundation will honor her. November’s her national “You and Me and Christmas” tour, and she’ll perform in New York on Nov. 30.
Punctuality immaterial
Seeing Madonna at BAM? Bring takeout. She kept the audience waiting two hours and 40 minutes for her Madame X concert. Eight more shows through Oct. 12. Due 8 p.m., she schlepped to the stage 10:30. The thing was over 1 a.m. Three female children danced with Mama, and daughter Lourdes was projected on the big screen doing ballet during the song “Frozen.” Onstage, Madonna called herself a freedom fighter. The problem is she’d arrive so late she’d probably blow the fight.
Eddie’s R ‘n’ R
Eddie Murphy is funny again. His new film’s “Dolemite Is My Name.” He plays the late comic Rudy Ray Moore. At the LA premiere, low-key Murphy, away from films three years, was so low-key he was nearly comatose. Eddie: “It all came together when I was finished resting.” With two more projects coming up — “Coming 2 America” and “Beverly Hills Cop 4” — he may soon require another nap.
Opera great shpritzed
Jessye Norman just left us. I didn’t know her. But I once observed her for eight hours. A flight to Europe. She on the aisle. First class. With her a bottle of water attached to a spray. She held onto it. Repeatedly, over and over, this great opera star shpritzed that face and million-dollar throat.
Parents getting children into college prompted this: “I’m proud of my son the university graduate. He just got his first job.” Friend: “Great. When did he graduate?” Mother: “Twelve years ago.”
And not only in New York, kids, not only in New York.