Lobbyists, journalists, an occasional Supreme Court Justice, secretaries, special interest types who turn DC’s big wheel know how to work the aisles. And get things to function — or malfunction.
One on this shmooze stroll says you do not ask what Pelosi can do for you. It’s what can you do for Pelosi. They say she loves the perks of the job, such as business travel abroad via Air Force jets at taxpayer expense or via commercial aircraft, sometimes after others give up their seats for her.
They say she’s terminally vindictive as in her shut-the-f–k-up-don’t-you-know-who-I-am-eyes-wide-with-that-Botox-glare. They say LalaPelosi will gouge her stilettos into any who dare share her glare at any given microphone. Do not get in Pelosipalooza’s way. She rules with an iron manicure.
Those stimulus checks — money that puts food on your tables and gas in your tanks — are pawns. Her power plays take precedence over progress.
She doesn’t care about the little people. Mrs. Pelousy only wants the big people — Donald.
One for the Gipper
Comes a newie movie on Reagan. Dennis Quaid as Ronnie, Penelope Ann Miller as Nancy. His life through the eyes of a fictional KGB agent, the thing swings from LA acting days through DC’s presidential days … Tony winner Jeff Richards, who’s produced 50 plays — “Fiddler” to “American Psycho” — is doing mini productions of our legit best. Tuesday “Spotlight on Plays,” partnered with TodayTix, is Kenneth Lonergan’s “This Is Our Youth” with Lucas Hedges, Paul Mescal, Grace Van Patten. An Actors Fund benefit.
Stripped of glory
Comes yet another film underway that the maximum of civilization mightn’t get to see. Back in the old days when we could really go out, there existed a multimillion-dollar strip club called Chippendales, where the gents went all out. Like all out. Guys unraveled underwear until they got to whatever’s beyond and behind (pardon the expression).
The film’s action has A-listers circling.
In real life, no happy ending. It turned to murder. The victim was Playboy bunny Dorothy Stratten.
Pay attention
Mandy Patinkin: “My wife and I are now on TikTok with other Tikers and Tokers, whatever that is. So: TikTok Tok Tik Tikky Tokky. It’s mostly young people, but then it’s also older people trying to talk to young people. Our TokTik name is @tiktokinpatinkin. We plan to be doing dances.” I, however, am reliably informed Fred and Ginger have not to worry … Halloween. No trick or treating. No collecting crappy candy. But at least it’ll smell spooky. Independent entertainment’s A24 and Brooklyn fragrance studio Joya combined on a “Horror” candle. Soy-wax blend exudes leathery notes, and you can smell this fired-up leather for a 50-hour burn time. And for horrifying, it’s $48.
Awards sound super
Everyone’s trying something. Robert Downey, Hugh Jackman, Ben Affleck are dusting their mantles. Maybe Iron Man, Wolverine and Batman don’t need their own awards show — but CW Network’s schlepping in COVID-friendly Critic’s Choice Super Awards in January. Organizer Joey Berlin says: “Time’s come to recognize the brilliance, creativity, and artistic excellence in genres that, too long, have been overlooked by other award shows.” He’s mumbling something about best superhero, best science fiction/fantasy, best horror, maybe best codpiece. Sounds like a really great project — which some stars support, but what that whole thing actually exactly means, no idea. I’m just paid to write — not think.
The Dem candidate has a fierce dedication to the environment. He celebrated Earth Day by digging 5 pounds of it — just off his basement walls.
Only in America, kids, only in America.