The Sopranos may have ended, but the cast is still partying. "The West Wing never partied like The Sopranos, trust me when I tell you," Steve Schirripa told us at the Quill Awards at Jazz at Lincoln Center last night. "So half the cast lives downtown, we'll call, we'll check in. We have dinners, go out for a couple drinks," he said. What are their favorite hangouts? "Oh, that I can't tell you," he said. Dare we guess Little Italy? "Il Cortile's one of our hangouts. You can go to see a Soprano there. It's on 125 Mulberry." And we thought we were just being cute! So what does he think of another known partier, Britney Spears? "I think Britney Spears is absolutely insane. I think she — I know she calls the paparazzi, she tells them she's going down to Starbucks. Why doesn't she stay home? She's got all of these handlers and she can just stay home — let them go to Starbucks, let them go to Dunkin' Donuts. Why is she always going for the coffee? Stay home. Let somebody else — she's always got her hands full. There's cigarettes, the phone, the drink. Doesn't she have lackeys to hold her stuff?" Yeah, really! Brit, honey, put that Jamie Lynn to work. —Amy OdellFind out about Gay Talese's guilty pleasures in our complete coverage of The Quills Awards.
Remember how through all sorts of suspense-inducing changes the Sopranos characters were becoming more convincingly themselves than ever before? That was the second half of season six, and now it’s on DVD.
Last month, fans argued about whether Tony Soprano was killed at the end of The Sopranos. This month, fans are eagerly flipping to the end of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows to see whether Harry snuffs it. In honor of those two cliffhangers, Vulture presents its list of ten fictional characters we definitely want to see die.
As Emmy Award season approaches, the trades are filling up with For Your Consideration ads for Emmy hopefuls. Some, like the splashy Variety covers showcasing the cast of Grey's Anatomy, are paid for by the network or studio responsible for the show. Others, seemingly, aren't.
The Sopranos is over, so the show's producers are having an estate sale. A Silvercup Studios warehouse is selling off set dressing (cash and carry!) all this week. So what's there? Actually, nothing we recognized. We didn't see Junior's kitchen table; we didn't see Tony's desk at the Bing. But there were lamps and rugs and placemats aplenty. History only you will recognize, for a small fee! Plus you have to go to Long Island City.
Movie Company Set Dressing and Warehouse Sale [Craigslist]
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Some female Israeli government officials are not happy that the consulate sanctioned Maxim's "Women of the Israeli Defense Forces."Bloomberg staffers overbooked a dinner at the home of L.A. mayor Antonio Villaraigosa and had to uninvite people. Harvey Weinstein is going after people who illegally downloaded Sicko, which he produced. Megan Ruddy may be the scribe behind the Southampton Press gossip column. A movement is afoot to get Isaiah Washington back on Grey's Anatomy — and it's being spearheaded by a gay activist. Paris Hilton's neighbors aren't pleased that her release from jail will cause a media frenzy at her house. A lot of famous people showed up at the funeral of former gossip reporter Claudia Cohen.
The Tony is Dead contingent has reason to rejoice, because it seems the answer to The Sopranos finale lies in the mob boss's diet — and it has nothing to do with those onion rings. The (our?) theory, which is also bouncing around the comments sections of TV gossip sites, goes something like this.
Perhaps the surest sign — after all the Internet chatter and unfounded Post hysteria and exclusive Star-Ledger interviews from France — that the Sopranos finale was the most significant event in recent media-land memory is that it has brought out the truly big guns to cover it. Two weeks ago The New Yorker put Tony on its cover and devoted its "Comment" item to a meditation on the show not from Nancy Franklin or Anthony Lane or even designated meditator Adam Gopnik but from the capo himself, David Remnick, who more typically writes about the Middle East, or Bill Clinton. And then comes today's Observer, with a cover essay on the show's demise under the byline of Peter W. Kaplan, who Nexis shows last wrote for the paper he edits two and a half years ago (and, says Nexis, which might well be wrong, only once before that!*), when the then-broadsheet left its longtime townhouse home on East 64th Street for the officebound confines of the Flatiron district. (The two editors-in-chief are both, like Tony, Jersey boys, which may or may not explain anything.) We learn that Kaplan liked the ending and that Bogdanovich, though shocked by it, did, too; we learn that David Chase, Kaplan says, "embraced ambiguity and looked for poetry in the Bush administration" (like Jacob Weisberg!) and that "[i]t was, so far, the best last episode in TV history." We can't say we disagree with any of that.
Tony's Blackout [NYO]
* Um, yeah, wrong. Simply clicking on his byline on the Observer site yields four citations.
We learn fascinating things about ourselves from the Post. Take this morning, for example. We were under the impression we'd liked the Sopranos finale. Quite a lot, actually. We knew different people had different feelings, but we don't remember talking to anyone who hated it. But the Post informed us that we were wrong. "Sopranos fans," today's cover told us, are "out for blood." Apparently we are furious. "'Sopranos' fans seething over the series' finale flop called for one more person to be whacked yesterday — creator David Chase," began the article. We had no idea. And so we took to the streets of Manhattan — well, to the stretch of Madison outside the office — to find out if people were actually so angry. Based on the evidence, we're going to have to say that, no, they're not. Questions and tallies after the jump.
Kanye West hosted his birthday party at the Louis Vuitton store then got free Vuitton swag. Anne Heche might be back on the ladies. Zach Braff loves New York, he says. The Sopranos cast didn't know what Sunday night's finale was going to be, and they went to Miami. Paris Hilton's father wants to throw her a party in Vegas when she gets out of jail, but several clubs have said no. Owen Wilson left his bike at Scores West. Hugh Hefner wants Daphne Merkin to show his girls a little love. New York socialite Dori Cooperman is at Promises for rehab and trying to cozy up to Lindsay Lohan. At a benefit for the American Institute for Stuttering, Harold Evans wanted to take the Queen Mary for a spin.