We can debate whether videogames turn us into violent maniacs, but it would seem that Grand Theft Auto IV is doing a good job of showing teens how to be violent maniacs. Thailand has banned the game after the stabbing murder of a cab driver by an 18-year-old student who said he “wanted to find out if it was as easy in real life to rob a taxi as it was in the game,” according to Bangkok police. The kid was arrested driving the cab backwards with the dying cabbie still in the back seat. “He wanted money to play the game,” said police. “His parents…did not have enough money to give him.” Hey, I remembering being out of change for Mortal Kombat back in the day, but I didn’t go ripping out spines over it. [BBC News]
Pals like Snoop Dogg have hinted that Dr. Dre‘s long-long-long-awaited album Detox may come out by the end of the year, but the strongest evidence of this comes from Drinks Americas Holdings’ proud announcement of a new Aftermath Cognac line, named after Dre’s label. Really, what better way is there to promote an album named Detox than with alcohol? The booze is planned to arrive on shelves sometime in the next two months, hopefully joined by new music from Dre and an exceptionally awkward “Dr. Dre and Detox urge you to drink responsibly!” tag on the ads. [Idolator]
While Heather Mills can’t seem to shut up about her former marriage to Paul McCartney, the former Beatle has stayed mum…until now. McCartney will exorcise his demons on “My Soul,” an acoustic ballad on electronic artist Nitin Sawhney‘s October album, London Undersound. Actually, “exorcising” might be too strong a word for the mushy lyrics printed in the Daily Mail: “‘We could climb every mountain, swim through every sea. When the all world is asleep we could set ourselves free.” Zzzz. Isn’t he mad at her for threatening to release his therapy tapes? “I long to know all your secrets, I want to walk through your fire.” Yeesh, guess not. Only the paparazzi seem to inspire any anger. “How could they lie to this world…One soul displaced, one heart erased, feelings defaced, invade our space.” He’s going for grace, I should get off his case, but these lyrics he’s placed make me want to freebase. [Daily Mail]
Their physical similarity has long been noted, so it’s not surprising to hear that Leonardo DiCaprio is in talks to play Vladimir Lenin, the first leader of the Soviet Union. After all, he does love historical figures and challenging accents! This won’t be a classy biopic like that Theodore Roosevelt one Leo and Martin Scorsese have been promising, though. In Lenin’s Brain, DiCappy would play a Russian-created clone of the totalitarian in 2024, leading a socialist revolution in America. The story sounds like a mix between Children Of The Revolution (an Australian flop involving Joseph Stalin’s love child) and The Boys From Brazil (the ’70s camp classic about teenage Hitler clones starring Gregory Peck as Joseph Mengele). It also sounds like a bad, bad idea. [Boston Herald]
With Linda Bollea breaking Hulk Hogan‘s heart and cavorting with some 19-year-old stud, it’s important for the older men of the world to remember that they too can enjoy the pleasures of young flesh (and without being all Michael Lohan about it). 32-year-old producer Mark Ronson is considerably younger than Bollea, but he and 19-year-old model Daisy Lowe are already talking about marriage after five months of dating—Bollea and her beau will be lucky to last that long. Ronson and Lowe have taken to calling each other “The One,” with Lowe claiming “he is a total lush, my best friend and I can’t face life without him.” It doesn’t get better than a teenager who enjoys your alcoholism, folks. Meanwhile, the blossoming relationship between 44-year-old comedian David Cross and 25-year-old actress Amber Tamblyn reaffirms that, if you’re famous and funny, young women will see past the balding, the greying beard and the crankiness, and let you in their traveling pants. Take heart, aging male hipsters. Take heart. [MyPark/Bauer-Griffin]
A question few would dare ask Tropic Thunder star Robert Downey, Jr.: “who would you rather have a brew with or smoke a blunt with, Ben Stiller or Jack Black?” But, on a recent press junket, one radio DJ wasn’t afraid to ask the recovering addict about his preferred party pal, also querying “you play a black guy in your new movie, who’s a hot black chick in Hollywood right now?” No one would have blamed RDJ for throwing a tantrum in response, but Iron Man riffs back pleasantly throughout the audio clip, signing off with a “God bless your heart” that sounds all too genuine. Our hero. [Hollywood Outbreak]
Katy Perry has it hard, yo. Every day she has to promote her #1 single by playing shows, posing on red carpets and talking about people more famous than her. Woof. Who could possibly understand what she’s going through? “I really want to have a sit-down dinner with Madonna. I’m waiting for that invitation. I wanna ask her how she’s made it through all of this and still continues,” says the beleaguered Perry. “If she would just give me a little advice – I really wanna pick her brain.” Katy, Katy. I know Madge is a fan, but you’ve had one big hit. One. To even ask for Fergie‘s wisdom would be a little optimistic—advice from Lisa Loeb or Meredith Brooks might be more appropriate. [Uberazzi]
Can you blame a guy for getting mad when a Subway sandwich artist forgets to include the sauce on his Spicy Italian sub? They’re supposed to be artists! And can you blame a guy for calling 911 when they don’t fix his sub promptly? Wasting his time is a crime! And can you blame a guy for calling 911 a second time when no one shows up? This is a serious emergency! And finally, can you blame Subway employees for locking the man out as soon as he leaves? He’s obviously a f*cking lunatic!
When Jacksonville police finally arrived to explain to Reginald Peterson that slack sandwich artistry fails to qualify as an “emergency” in most circles, the 42-year-old man failed to regain composure and was arrested for making false 911 calls. Flavor Flav was wrong: 911 ain’t no joke. [AP]
…from ex-boyfriend Raffaello Follieri‘s storage space. According to the National Enquirer, G-Men searching for evidence in Follieri’s upcoming fraud and money laundering trial have seized Anne Hathaway‘s personal diaries, as well as nude photos of the Get Smart actress. The highlight of the stash is allegedly “a sizzling photo of her in black fishnet stockings, a garter belt and bustier that totally exposed her top” taken by “a very famous photographer.” Even though that top is more than visible in Havoc and Brokeback Mountain, this shot is probably making a bored FBI agent’s day right as you read this. [Celebitchy]
Poor Pat O’Brien. Car accidents, overdoses, violent standoffs with police — these are more-than-acceptable reasons for a lifelong drug addict to finally seek professional help. But the release of pornographic voice mail messages? That’s awfully hard to glamorize.
The host of TV’s The Insider and long-time sports commentator was once associated with awkward attempts at being hip (remember Diddy‘s “Bad Boy For Life” video?), but thanks to some unfortunate drunk dialing in 2005, Pat will go down in history as the guy who wanted to “go f*cking crazy,” inviting his anonymous crush to join him and “Betsy” for a sex romp. So graphic were the messages that “Get another woman up, hire a hooker. Let’s get crazy, get some coke” is the kid-friendly part.
Pat followed his rehab stint with a Dr. Phil primetime special, but the self-help guru’s advice wasn’t enough to keep him from heading back less than three years later. Though the mockery of his sexploits continues (“I am so f*cking into you. You have to pay attention to Betsy, but let’s have fun!”), Pat’s career hasn’t taken too much of a hit. He’s still hosting The Insider and recently announced plans to marry his girlfriend of five years … Betsy. The couple that goes f*cking crazy together stays together!