by Dear Dexter | May 9, 2007 | Dear Dexter
Exhibit N in my continuing investigation of the repressed sexuality of American cinema is Neve Campbell, one of the more naturally sensual actresses of her generation and also, as we remember from her teasing moments of near-nudity in Scream and Wild Things, one of...
by Dear Dexter | May 16, 2007 | Dear Dexter
There’s really only one interesting question when it comes to Oprah Winfrey, whose record of accomplishment is so extraordinary and whose past is so morally unblemished that even Kitty Kelley, perhaps our nation’s most resourceful scandal-mongering...
by Dear Dexter | Jun 11, 2007 | Dear Dexter
I met Puffy once, briefly, in the V.I.P room of a club in Ibiza. We were both drenched in the hallucinogenic purple foam with which the club’s spirit team had just hosed down the partying masses. I was—to be Frank—tripping my balls off, so when I say...
by Dear Dexter | Jun 13, 2007 | Dear Dexter
It’s indicative of the surprising paucity of our idea of Quincy Jones that the definitive profile of him is the rather short review of his autobiography, “Q: The Autobiography of Quincy Jones,” that Kelefa Sanneh published in the New Yorker in 2001....
by Dear Dexter | Jun 27, 2007 | Dear Dexter
Many moons ago, I wrote a short post in which I explained why my dominant reaction regarding Paris Hilton had transmogrified from contempt to pity. The tipping point came when the contents of a storage locker she’d failed tokeep up the payments on was bought and...
