Comic-book maestro Stan Lee is throwing a bash benefiting America's real-life superheroes, the men and women on the U.S. Military.
On Saturday June 22, the roof of the Santa Maria Elks Unocal Event Center will be blown off when Daughtry performs at the one-night-only event celebrating the men and women of the Armed Forces.
Legendary creator Lee was inspired in the midst
of the hustle and bustle of last year's San Diego Comic Con when he took the opportunity to speak with two young
servicemen who had lost their legs on the battlefield. Deeply moved, Stan created his POW!er
Concert series to honor and pay tribute to the real superheroes of the military and provide a setting to celebrate
and entertain them in the company of friends, family, and neighbors.
You too can take part in the community
spirit by joining Stan and musical superstar Chris Daughtry as
they show their gratitude to the members of the military in this special benefit
concert.
Not only can
you show your support by attending, but for the special price of $25, you can
sponsor an active duty soldier to attend the Daughtry concert next weekend. For more details, or to purchase your
tickets, go to www.stanleespowerconcerts.com.
HIH's Hiko and Garytt relive their experience at The Purge and discuss that Game of Thrones finale, social media etiquette, Vince Gilligan's career, coming-of-age films of the summer, and why After Earth bombed so damn hard (our condolences to Will Smith). In other words, it's Episode 2 of the HIH Podcast!
We just got back from a whirlwind week in New York (holy humidity and thunderstorms!), and our final night in the Empire State included guzzling down some delicious strawberry-flavored Moscato alongside world-famous blogger Perez Hilton and singer Christina Milian (pictured above) at NoMa Social in New Rochelle.
The self-proclaimed "Queen of All Media" kicking off summer with some friends in the "Queen City of Long Island Sound"? How fitting.
The evening kicked off with some cocktails in NoMa's gorgeous bar-lounge, courtesy of Viva Diva Wines, while scoping the room for a bevy of reality-TV stars like Patti Stanger from Bravo's Millionaire Matchmaker. It also happened to be Patti's birthday, so naturally we had to drool over her gorgeous cake from Anna Artuso's Pastry Shop. Unfortunately, we didn't stick around to sample what was beneath the colorful fondant and icing.
Outside on the pool deck of the Radisson Hotel, guests were treated to photo ops with the stars, more fruity Moscato, and a hot mix of jams from a DJ stationed by the VIP entrance.
While tasty nibblers were being passed around (we couldn't get enough of the mussels and macaroni-and-cheese balls), we caught a few more notable faces in the blinged-out crowd: Carla Facciola from Mob Wives and the ladies from Big Rich Atlanta.
Naturally, while hanging in the VIP lounge, we had to chat it up with Christina Milian and thank her for participating in Bello Mag's photo shoot last fall (yours truly had the pleasure of doing her interview and chatting about her current gig on NBC's The Voice).
Many thanks to the Viva Diva team for making our last night in New York a memorable one. Now...how about sending a few bottles of Moscato to L.A.? We'd love to share some flavors with our friends out here.
Much Ado About Nothing brings together everything that makes Joss
Whedon Joss Whedon (and Whedonites a rabidly particularly devoted
fanbase), and the end result is a rare treat indeed: a handling of the Bard
that is as effortless and organic as it is clever and self-aware.
There is an airiness throughout that makes you
forget you’re experiencing Shakespeare and the weight and burden
that can come with that (yes, even the comedies). Whedon and team come by it
honestly: a decade-plus-long tradition of Shakespeare nights, held at the very
house where this was shot, no less, would give a lot of the players a facility
with the material that frees them up to play with it and make it their own.
Alums from BTVS, Angel, Firefly/Serenity
and Dollhouse, along with a few newcomers, don’t so much perform as
breathe life into their roles, making all the nuance and complexity of their
words feel easy, like a group of very articulate old friends (and nemeses) deep
in their own conversations. Nathan Fillion’s Dogberry is an especially
effective bit of understatement, switching out stock buffoonery for a quiet
sincerity that ends up stealing every scene he’s in.
That same ease carries over in the visual, with
the Masquerade Ball as a particular standout. Whedon and DP Jay Hunter slow
down here, giving the party a lovely grace and languor that serves as a nice
palate cleanser before we jump into the twists and intrigues of the last three
acts.
Now, because this is, after all, Shakespearean
comedy filtered through the mind of one of the sharpest and snarkiest
filmmakers of his time, the story is punctuated with some great bits of humor
both high and low. The absurd but brilliant use of Barbie’s Dream House as a
set piece got the first laugh at the screening I attended, and the staged
revelations of Beatrice and Benedick’s supposed love for each other are used as
an opening for some terrific slapstick by both Alexis Denisof and Amy Acker.
Likely as a nod to the limitations of
modernizing a story written in 1598, rampant lampshading is subtle and scenery
chewing pops up throughout -- for the most part very successfully. Some epic
side-eye off Claudio’s line “I would marry her were she an Ethiope” got, by far, the biggest laugh of the night.
And lastly, the fandom finally gets to see
Wesley and Fred reach their happy ending.
All told, a delightful way to spend a couple of
hours.
Much Ado About Nothing opens in Los Angeles, New York, and San Francisco tomorrow, June 7 and nationwide on Friday June 21.
Without further delay, allow us to present you with our first-ever HIH podcast!
Contributor/critic Garytt Poirier and executive editor/pop culture junkie Hiko Mitsuzuka critique, discuss, and speculate on Star Trek Into Darkness, the upcoming summer movie season, casualties from the past TV season, and every piece of pop cultural goodness in between.
Forgive us if we sound a little newbie-ish; we're still adjusting, and we have a lot to say.
Sit back and enjoy...or download it for your listening pleasure during your next commute. And thanks for listening.
Our favorite digital comedic trio is at it again, celebrating the very American rite of passage that is Spring Break...and same-sex marriage. Just in time for swimsuit season!
The trailer for The Butler, Lee Daniels's follow-up to The Paperboy, looks like a giant, ripe piece of Oscar bait, and we had to watch it TWICE to make sure we caught all of the names attached to this sprawling production that is "inspired by true events." Oprah. Forrest Whittaker. Jane Fonda. John Cusack. Liev Schrieber. Robin Wiliams. Cuba Gooding Jr. Vanessa Redgrave. Alan Rickman. The list goes on...
And no, it's not about Wadsworth from Clue (although that would be pretty awesome). Take a peek at the historical drama that's bound to draw up some buzz later this year:
Here in Los Angeles we are in the midst of Brit Week, that time of year when UK-born artists of all types living in Southern California (and Anglophiles like myself) gather together to mingle and celebrate each other's achievements and overall fabulousness.
I was honored to be invited to attend a Brit Week party in the hills above Sunset Boulevard celebrating opera, fashion, and art (OPARTASH, get it?). Thrown at the private home of Genlux fashion editor Amanda Eliasch (pictured, below), the guest-list-only "soiree" held about 150 guests including actress Lisa Zane from -- yep -- Freddy's Dead: The Final Nightmare (I'll let that sink in for you 90s horror junkies out there). And who knew she could sing? Early in the night, the raven-haired artist slinked up next to a pink piano and performed an Italian number with opera singer Charles Eliasch.
My plus-one for the evening was a filmmaker friend of mine who wished to remain nameless here because of his following description of the house: "It's as if Betsy Johnson and Ed Hardy had sex in 1987 and exploded." Indeed: white walls, onyx tables, pink velvet chaise lounges, baroque sculptures, and neon artwork made for a decor that would've done Andy Warhol proud.
Since we arrived shortly after 6pm, the actual start time, we expected to enjoy some gourmet nibblers as our dinner, but lo and behold, a dining table strewn with cheese plates and hummus wasn't enough to satiate our appetites.
After stuffing my face with brie and grapes, I searched the rest of the party for anything that would quell my stomach. No such luck. Instead, I gulped down two glasses of Veuve Clicquot and a vodka cocktail at the open bar. I then peeked my head into the kitchen where two catering staff members asked if I needed anything. I politely asked them if anything else was being served since I, like some of the guests I knew, didn't prefer to graze on pita chips and berries like farm animals.
That's when we snuck into the dressing room where some half-naked models were getting ready for the pending Pam Hogg fashion show. One smiling waif offered us some pizza that some of the models had eaten for dinner (yes, you read that correctly: models eat pizza before walking the runway).
I scarfed down a slice of barbecue chicken pizza as if I were a vagabond who had just traveled across a post-apocalyptic Earth after weeks without sustenance.
Somewhat satisfied, we made our way outside to the pool deck to grab a good seat for the pending fashion show. A runway had been constructed over the pool and a spotlight had been situated next to the DJ. A hush came over the Euro-centric crowd.
Amanda Eliasch came out and tapped on a microphone, thanking everyone for coming, especially designer Pam Hogg who had flown in from London to showcase her new line of out-of-this-world outfits. Hogg, one of Gaga's fashion femme fatales, isn't known for making public appearances, so tonight's occasion was quite special.
The models strutted and did their thing. I caught Smiling Waif making her way towards our seats. In a moment of recognition I smiled, nodded my head, and on behalf of my stomach, mouthed the words, "Thank you."
Without missing a beat, before she walked off the pool deck, she turned and said, "It was soooo good, right?"
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