Memo to: Al Gore From: Ari Gold Subject: Your Oscar Speech Dear Al: Before I go any further here, allow me to apologize in advance for calling you “Al,” as opposed to “Mr. Vice President.” Sure, it might seem overly familiar. But Al—dude—VeepMan—now that you’ve got the Oscar nomination and you’re officially in show business, Read More
A bargain for Bob [Universal] Earlier this month, The Post reported that Ms. Eve Weinstein (ex-wife to mogul Harvey) had sold her renovated 15-room apartment at 88 Central Park West. [It] had an asking price of $25 million since it was first listed last February. But sources tell us it went to contract for Read More
Yesterday, the Landmarks Preservation Commission announced the landmarking of the Claremont Theater Building at 3320-3328 Broadway on Harlem, at the southeast corner of 135th Street. The neo-Renaissance building was opened in 1914 to show "photoplays," and was designed by Gaetano Ajello and commissioned by Harvey M. and Arlington C. Hall of Wayside Realty Company. In Read More
If you live long enough in New York, sooner or later you learn that no matter what you’ve got—no matter what status you hold—there’s always some guy waiting to trump you. It doesn’t matter whether or not you care. Because for him, that’s entirely beside the point: He’s always got some ace in the Read More
Perfect for an Oscar party: Harvey and Eve's former pad. When film mogul Harvey Weinstein and his now-estranged wife, Eve Chilton Weinstein, decided to separate in the summer of 2004, there were sure to be some loose ends to tie up. Last November, the deed to the couple's Central Park West duplex was transferred into Read More
Film producers Graham King and Rick Schwartz were on the set of The Aviator, on a soundstage in Montreal in the summer of 2003, watching Martin Scorsese direct Leonardo DiCaprio's performance as Howard Hughes having a breakdown while building the largest airplane in the world.
"Show me the blueprints. Show me the blueprints. Show me the Read MoreDown and Dirty Pictures: Miramax, Sundance, and the Rise of Independent Film, by Peter Biskind. Simon and Schuster, 544 pages, $26.95.
"Harvey does it because he loves film." Some variation of that sentence has been uttered countless times by the rank and file of Miramax's marketing and publicity army, by friends and enemies of Harvey Read MoreShari Springer Berman and Robert Pulcini's American Splendor , based on Harvey Pekar and Joyce Brabner's autobiographical comic books and produced by Ted Hope, has excited and exhilarated me as no other American film this year. Perhaps it's because I never imagined that I'd be raving about a movie based on a comic book-even one Read More
Washingtonians have been diverted of late by a dumpy, bearded, middle-aged man running around on Pennsylvania Avenue wearing only white patent-leather, calf-length boots, a blue wig, a thong and two tassels attached to the silver rings in his nipples. The man's name is Harvey Pitt, the chairman of the Securities and Exchange Commission, but you Read More
The public face of Miramax Films is and always will be Harvey
Weinstein. Mr. Weinstein loves this dirty town. He loves barreling through its corridors of power, politics and social ambition, uniting, usurping and generally proclaiming his existence. He is Burt Lancaster in an inflatable suit. But despite all the noise that Mr. Weinstein, 50, makes Read MoreLately I've been thinking about the diminishing inventory of
my passions. A man north of, say, 39 is prone to take stock during a certain season of his life (let's say autumn) and greedily anticipate-especially after a long winter-the renewal of spring. It's an overdue opportunity to reconnect with roots, women in their summer dresses, baseball Read MoreAs we approach, witness–and yea, survive–the much hyperbolized launch party for Talk magazine, your diarist has come into possession of certain letters that may, one day, be of historical interest.
Or maybe not. June 21, 1999. Liberty Island. Dear Ms. Brown: Thank you for your recent inquiry concerning the use of Liberty Island as a Read MoreWe are always grateful to be given lessons in how to fish for cod. You
never know . For instance, you might be strolling down Madison Avenue on a Saturday afternoon and find yourself thinking: "I would love to have a nice piece of fresh cod right now. It will make a lovely lunch with boiled Read MoreHarvey's Chelsea House was the prototype of a certain kind of New York restaurant: dark smoky bar dating back to the 1890's, wood paneling, etched mirrors, tiled floors-and bad food. When the restaurant closed several years ago, I figured the owners would simply rip it apart and sell the fixtures and that if it ever Read More
