So, not only do we have the world’s most fey vampire, but we might just be on the verge of the world’s only hot black gay vampire. Could life -- or undeath or whatever the cool kids call it these days -- get any better?
First the fey -- Eric and his highlights. He has that whole Eurogay thing going on anyway, you know, where you really can’t tell because they all do that laconic, louche and limp thing. Even his name, too: Eric? Not even kids in Harry Potter are called Eric. He also always has that haggy old vamp bitch hanging on his arm, but that’s fooling no-one, right? And let's not even start talking about the way he stares at Bill. But last night, in the debut of the series second season, Eric is interrupted and has to come down to the torture chamber/hot new bar/inside of a huge watch with the foil still in his hair, mid-dye. This of course opens up all sorts of speculation re: vampires and their hair/nails etc. Do they need haircuts? Manicures? Or does their hair just regenerate to whatever it was when they were made into the undead? If they were alive during the 80s, say, will they forever be sporting/battling a Flock of Seagulls hairdo?
AND, who should be chained up in the cellar but Lafayette, who is as gay as gay can get, and has, since last we saw him, grown a beard. Now, Eric has him there (a) to satisfy his closeted desires and (b) because Lafayette has been selling “V” -- vampire blood -- to junkies. OK (a) is made up, for now anyway, but did you notice Lafayatte is topless?
Now, most of the folks in the cellar seem to get eaten. And that’s no euphemism. But we saw a flash forward to next Sunday’s episode where Lafayette is suggesting to Eric that he be made into a vampire. Which would surely make sense all round, right? I mean, no WAY will True Blood throw away the best character? Or would fey plus gay be outré?
Drawing out the anticipation, Auntie Beeb has released another trailer for the third season of Torchwood. Twice as long as the first glimpse we got in February (and about time), there seems to be twice as many shots of children being creepy, but also twice the action (the running-with-guns-blazing kind, unfortunately for those hoping I'm talking about something hot and heavy) and even some shady plot details.
A bit of horror mingled with helpless laughter and a dash of arousal is the general reaction to the latest Tyler Shields video portrait of Zachary Quinto, best known for his role as Spock in Star Trek and psycho killer Sylar on Heroes. We bet he's never had a role quite like this before. In the name of art, he lets himself be doused in milk in slow motion -- first in reverse than right-way-forward, just to draw the visuals out. It's even more fascinating to watch than the video of Matt Dallas with his Kyle XY co-star Jaimie Alexander pouring a bottle of Jim Beam on his face.
Like a new breed of extremely suggestive "Got Milk?" adverts, Quinto is a trooper, smoldering at the camera with the white stuff dripping down his chin. Milk facial, anyone? And if you want to up the ante, it's tons better with the sound on mute so that you can substitute your own soundtrack. "Down In It" by Nine Inch Nails has a particularly good ring to it.
Tonight's the night, kids. Tonight Adam Lambert proves exactly why he should be the next American Idol. But -- you see, the thing is, he doesn't really need to prove it. He's already proven it. No other contestant -- arguably in the entire history of Fox's karaoke-on-steroids competition -- has ever had the voice, the presence, or the sheer hype (all of it deserved) surrounding him.
And so no matter what happens when the results roll in tomorrow night, we've already seen a brilliant singer have his way with America -- and we've liked it. A lot. In fact, a recent poll done by AOL found that viewers' favorite performance of the season was Lambert's "Mad World" and that 59% of viewers are ready for a gay idol. And whoever wins, they'd better be ready for a big ol' shot of gayness -- word is that the new Idol's first single was co-written by Cathy Dennis!
To gear up for tonight's festivities, check out the following clip of Lambert and competitor Kris Allen discussing the looming sing-off (it's like two heavy weight fighters being promoted before a boxing match -- only with a lot more flirting) and then head to Out.com to read Howard Bragman's essay on why win or lose, Adam Lambert is already our American Idol:
In what may be the biggest bromance Survivor has ever seen, Country Mouse J.T. (above right) and City Mouse Stephen (above left) went head-to-head at final tribal council in the Survivor: Tocantins finale. But not before they betrayed the third member of their alliance, former Sister With a Voice/current Mrs. Eddie George, Taj. They came into the merge three people from Jalapao, snagged Erinn who had always been a floater with her tribe, and triumphed over the stronger-by-numbers Timbira -- and they never even had to play the hidden Immunity Idol!
All of the players in the Final Four played pretty impressive games and none of them were odious (which is surprising in some of these shows), so an argument could be made for any of them prevailing. But after booting Taj, J.T. then voted out Erinn so the boys could go the distance. And with both him and Stephen having played such strong mental, social and physical games -- in addition to having been such solid partners -- it was hard to separate them in terms of who was the better player. The two had a lovers’ quarrel at final tribal, but they remained best friends, which was apparent at the live reunion show where Emmy winner Jeff Probst announced J.T. the winner by unanimous vote. J.T. couldn’t say enough positive things about Stephen, sweetly proclaiming, “He has the best heart of anybody I know.” Awwwww. Straight boys are sweet! Unfortunately, actual gay boy Spencer got minimal time at the reunion, essentially blurting out that he’s doing fine. Didn’t even get to mention he’s romancing Todd Herzog, who won Survivor: China. J.T. may have won the million dollars, but it seems to me, Spencer was the biggest winner of all.
PETA's "getting naked is the best way to simultaneously protest animal cruelty, get a load of attention, and make people happy" campaign isn't limited to female celebrities. Like Battlestar Galactica's Jamie Barber who ditched his duds in February to raise awareness about the killing of bears, The Mentalist's Owain Yeoman is now casting his vote for vegetarianism by peeling off his shirt. Anyone else suddenly hungry for a salad?
He's already posed for the cover of Out, sported a Milk mustache, and enrolled in a creative writing MFA program. Is there anything "relaxed heterosexual" James Franco can do to get even more gay? Yes, yes there is. For his film classes at NYU, Franco's taken to churning out projects based on gay poetry, namely "The Feast of Stephen” by Anthony Hecht and
“Herbert White” by Frank Bidart. Of the latter, he tells New York magazine, “What struck me is that it’s a kind of a confessional poem, or a
dramatic monologue. It’s as if the poet is using this crazy man as a
mask to express certain feelings and go to an extreme place where those
feelings could be felt.” Oh, and did we mention he's going to play the role of Allen Ginsberg in Rob Epstein's (The Times of Harvey Milk) upcoming Howl? Somebody give this guy an honorary degree already.
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