Once again, Debra Messing is delivering a painful reminder that ABC is releasing a three-hour, made-for-TV remake of Dirty Dancing. The new trailer includes a corny voiceover explaining that this was one of the most “beloved dance movies of all time” then provides about 20 more seconds of footage in which that movie…
Did you know that Jennifer Grey (Dirty Dancing, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Red Oaks) is the daughter of revered theater actor Joel Grey (Cabaret)? The idiots I worked with didn’t, contributing to an alarming trend.
Nobody puts Jennifer Grey in a Dirty Dancing remake (sorry, it was low-hanging fruit). Although she was offered a role in ABC’s upcoming television movie, she respectfully declined.
In honor of the upcoming 25th anniversary of Dirty Dancing, low-fat dairy product company Skinny Cow is screening the film in venues across the country with star Jennifer Grey in tow.
After a seven year stint on Saturday Night Live, his main contribution being the Interwebizing of the archaic, yet occasionally (rarely) still legit great sketch comedy mainstay, professional silly person and Digital Shorts pioneer Andy Samberg is leaving for greener pastures, spurred by Kristen Wiig's recent…
Yes, I thought Jesse James had gotten himself into more Nazi uniform-related trouble when I read the headline, too, but it turns out that he was involved in an errant car race, not in the more-expected racism.
As Bristol the Pistol comes in last — again — and Jennifer Grey wins perfect 10s, the possibility of a DWTS upset becomes ever-more infuriating.
Welcome back to Midweek Madness, in which Margaret and I bask in sunny rays of gossip. This week: The Jolie-Pitt kids curse in French; Katie wanders Prague saddened by Scientology; Jennifer Grey is awesome; Rachel Zoe is pregnant.
On last night's premiere of DWTS , Bristol Palin—billed as a "teen activist"—danced the Cha Cha to "Mama Told Me Not to Come," a perfect choice for abstinence-only education, while dressed like a sparkly version her mother.
The world premiere of Iron Man 2, at Hollywood's El Capitan Theatre, was so chock-a-block with strange shoes and sexyface and shiny, unhappy dresses and short-shorts that we're as exhausted as if we'd been clomping around in an iron suit.