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Tuesday, June 29, 1999 As we near the opening of "Summer Of Sam" and all those inevitable Son Of Sam newpaper articles, it's fitting that I revisit another infamous tabloid killer, or rather, killers: the Menendez brothers. Seems one of the duo, Erik, has gotten married to a pen-pal, a widow named Tammy with two kids. (Hopefully, they're not two vengeful little boys!) They were hitched during visiting hours a couple weeks ago. The bride wore white, the groom stripes. In other Menendez news, Erik's murdered father Jose was of course the infamous record executive who orchestrated the rise and fall of Menudo, which eventually gave us the cultural rut known as Ricky Martin. (Yes, readers, I'm using his real name again. He's got such bad skin that I felt sorry calling him names!) And, in a delirious case of non-news, Martin has come out (not literally) and said that he was certainly not molested by the malfated Menendez, and in fact had only met the man once. Talk about making a huge leap onto a publicity bandwagon! I felt like asking, "Ricky, what did you have to do with the situation in Kosovo? Did you help Amy Fisher orchestrate the shooting of Joey Buttafucco's wife? Do you know the secret of The Crying Game?" Vrooom! Just in case you thought Ms. Ashley Judd was getting too glamorous for her country-music family, I have word that her new beau is Scottish racecar driver Dario Franchitti. He's foreign so that makes him acceptable to her Hollywood friends, and he's a racecar driver, which endears him to simple folk like mom Naomi and sis Wynonna. They've actually been dating for several months but have only recently decided to make their pairing public, possibly in time for yet another Judds reunion. Public Bathroom Star Sighting Of The Week The bathroom star encounters continue. As if the recent run of Liam Neeson/Leonardo DiCaprio/Scott Wolf urinal viewings wasn't enough, here's one of my very own. During the intermission of the latest Shakespeare In The Park production "Taming Of The Shrew" with Erica Alexander and Allison Janney, I rushed to the icky, overcrowded bathroom. Who should pop out of a stall -- a stall, yes; ergo, no, er, further sighting -- but "Scream" and "Sphere" star Liev Schrieber, who hastily fled. Schrieber's presense is not too surprising, as he appeared in The Public's version of "Macbeth" last year and is gearing up to take the lead in "Hamlet" next year. Forsooth, yon Liev, thou art totally out of control. Staged Spottings Speaking of fabulous ones on the New York stage, I also caught Calista Flockhart -- previewed by Breakup Girl Herself in my previous column -- in her reentry into off-Broadway theater: a dark drama called "Bash" written by Neil LaBute (or, as BG says, "Neil LaBrute), who's brought us such superdepressing film work as "In The Company Of Men" and "Your Friends And Neighbors" (which Breakup Girl HATED). I've always thought Cal was a superb stage actress -- far underused on television -- and her performance in "Bash" only confirms this; in one act she plays a crazy teenage mom who goes to great lengths to get back at the high school teacher who impregnated her, and in the other, she's the clueless sweetheart of a blood-thirsty gay basher! Quite uplifting and inspirational, she! And how did she look, you might ask? She sits for her entire first act with a single beam of light on her face, which is boldly unflattering but dramatic, and who can hate that? She's wearing a gorgeous gown in the second act, and her bony little frame looks to have grown some musculature. Also known as .... pretty darn healthy. More weird theater sightings: the kooky off-Broadway performance piece "De La Guarda" has had more seen more celebrities than the Academy Awards, possibly because the fun, club-like atmosphere involves random audience members being caught by people swinging on bungee cords and swung around. Cameron Diaz and Leonardo DiCaprio did it months ago; last week Wesley Snipes took a swing around the theater as Jenna Elfman whooped and hollered from below. Speaking of Cammie, over at the drag rockfest "Hedwig And The Angry Inch," she and her boy Jared Leto (<swoon!> -- BG) were seen at a performance last week loving every move the transexual made, according to my spy. Speaking of admiring transexuals, Gay Pride slammed into New York like a lavender Mack Truck, and along the way I spotted a few curious celebrity oddities, including Queen Latifah presiding over at the annual Coney Island Mermaid Parade (Breakup Girl swam in the ocean and tossed fruit around with her! It's a long story.), and Whitney Houston performing and actually hitting some of hernotes at the Gay Pride fireworks display. Blind Item A certain sexy hyphenate sensation-of-the-moment has been treating her management company so badly that last week they finally dropped the fiery star. Seems she's not been showing up to press conferences and interviews, angering the very journalists who kissed her ass just two or three months ago, forcing her management to dump this lazy luminary despite her ascent up the A-list. "She was pissing everybody off," says my source. Interestingly, she has recently been attached to several high profile film projects, buoyed by her performance in an Oscar-nominated film last year. She better shapeup if she expect her career to last into the next millenium. Fads fade, dear, and so might you.... My Own Private Celebrity Thank you all for your letters regarding your own personal heartthrob/celeb -- that mostly unknown bit part player or unappreciated supporting actor who makes your own "It List," fie on Entertainment Weekly. To review, I raved about a little-known actor named Daniel London, who brightened an otherwise unwatchable bomb known as "Patch Adams," to which I wondered if any of you had ever been saved by an unknown. To which I received responses such as
Some responses were for actors I had heard of but had previously paid no heed to.
The X-Files has apparently inspired a number of readers to look for a diamond in the rough. My favorite (only because I loved the episode):
Several of you wrote in about crushes on unknowns who eventually made it big, such as this one, yet another memorable X-phile:
Then there's the ultimate lovable un-star of the 80s, who we all remember from various films but did not emerge as a megastar until much later in his career.
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