Details are currently sparse, but there’s reportedly a Ronan Farrow New Yorker piece coming on CBS chairman and CEO Leslie Moonves, one of the most powerful men in media, including allegations of sexual misconduct.
TMZ reported on Wednesday that Los Angeles’ Deputy District Attorney has decided not to prosecute Scott Baio over allegations that the actor sexually assaulted his Charles in Charge co-star Nicole Eggert in the ’80s.
On the cover of this week’s issue of The Hollywood Reporter you’ll see a glamorous photo of Ronan Farrow, lit like the lead detective in a forgotten noir film, above the headline “The Prince Who Torched the Castle.” The profile inside walks readers through Farrow’s life story, his reporting that helped take down…
Rose McGowan, Asia Argento, and Annabella Sciorra–all of whom have accused Harvey Weinstein of rape–hung out on Friday. Anthony Bourdain, who’s currently dating Argento, cooked for them. They ate sweet sweet revenge, and they will serve up just desserts (okay okay).
Ronan Farrow has returned to the pages of the New Yorker with another explosive exposé on Harvey Weinstein, this one detailing precisely to what deranged lengths the producer would go to suppress allegations of sexual assault against him. Spoiler alert: Really, really far.
Ronan Farrow has come out with a second laundry list of sexual assault horrors allegedly inflicted by Harvey Weinstein. The initial accusations of masturbation and baths have officially swung over the past month from nausea to point-blank violence.
Woody Allen, a name permanently yoked with images of a saggy man molesting his adopted seven-year-old daughter in the attic, has thrown his rumpled hat into the Weinstein ring. On Sunday morning, the BBC published a brief interview in which Allen sent the message that, let’s not go nuts with the sexual assault charges…
Dani Mathers, the model who shared a photo of a gym goer naked in a locker room on her Snapchat story with the caption “If I can’t unsee this then you can’t either,” was offered the chance to give her side of the story in Us Weekly this week. Why she was given such a sympathetic ear at all escapes me, but—whoops!—she…
I did not expect this week’s biggest piece of non-Trump-related celebrity news to center around Dr. Phil and Shelley Duvall, but that’s the hand I was dealt, so it’s the hand I will play.
In an interview with The Guardian, improbably prolific writer/director Woody Allen talked “exclusively about sex, antisemitism, the impact of that abuse allegation – and his dream of racing Usain Bolt.” Sounds fun, doesn’t it? I love a subhead that refers to an accusation of child abuse as “that abuse allegation”…
While at the Cannes Film Festival on Sunday, Susan Sarandon deferred talking about Woody Allen, but her reason wasn’t a mealy-mouthed excuse.
On Wednesday, The Hollywood Reporter published a searing op-ed by Woody Allen’s son Ronan Farrow, in which Farrow discussed but did not name the “powerful publicist” who helps his father continue making movies. On Thursday, “in retaliation for publishing Farrow’s essay,” THR was banned from covering a Cannes lunch for…
In a guest column for The Hollywood Reporter, Ronan Farrow writes about the thick wall of protection surrounding his father Woody Allen, whose alleged history of sexual abuse has been systematically glossed over.
In today’s Tweet Beat, Rita Ora exists, Erykah Badu is sick of Bing and enjoy this painting of two wax figures.
In today’s Tweet Beat, Tom Hanks is maybe going to fall in love in a park, Andy Cohen correct Jeopardy and I hope Ronan Farrow is kidding.
In today’s Tweet Beat, it’s Aubrey Plaza’s birthday, gay marriage is legal and Ronan, what?
Azealia Banks is on the cover of this month’s Billboard and—wouldn’t you know it—she’s got some pretty out there stuff to say. Mainly that she wants to boff Barack Obama, commander-in-chief.
"I'm a recovered ego addict," says John Mayer, who sat down with msnbc's Ronan Farrow last week (in a transparent attempt to rid his reputation for being a steaming hot pile of trash). "By day I was this sort of mild mannered kid who nobody really saw. And by night I would be in a room listening to Charlie Parker…
