There was a lot of lovin' going on at last week's MTV Movie Awards. Ben Affleck locked lips with director Kevin Smith ("Dude, you've got to brush"), Ricky Martin gave Catherine Zeta-Jones a showy smooch and Courtney Love threatened to "jump" James Van Der Beek.Robbie Williams slithered his way through his hit song "Millennium" with a bevy of bikini-clad Bond girls, while Jim Carrey went organic, disguised as a peace-sign-flashing, long-haired washout from the original Woodstock.
It's the juiciest celebrity death match of the year: Marilyn Monroe and Elvis Presley, head-to-head in two huge memorabilia auctions this October. The Elvis stuff, all from the Graceland archives, includes the contract for "Heartbreak Hotel," several cars, an Army uniform and scores of letters.
Would you buy a beer from the most bucktoothed, sex-crazed, hirsute geek this side of swinging London? You might if the groovy pitchman was Mike Myers, and the advertisement was hilarious enough to pass for an outtake from his new movie, "Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me." The film doesn't open in theaters until June 11, but Austin power is already selling everything from milk to Heineken beer to Virgin Atlantic Airways.
Most people celebrate a Pulitzer with a blow-out champagne toast. Not Maggie Edson. When her play "Wit" won this year's drama award, she headed to an Atlanta pizza parlor for a spinach and ricotta pie, then home to bed. "You can't go wild on a Monday," says Edson. "It's a school night." After all, her students are only 5 years old.
First Tommy, then "Baywatch" and now--in a truly bizarre career move --Pamela Anderson has ditched her size-36D breasts. Anderson says she removed her implants for personal, not health, reasons. "I felt like I was Dolly Parton for the longest time," she says, "and I just wanted my natural body back." Ripley's Believe It or Not didn't; they want the old implants for a museum.
Alanis Morissette as God--bold casting or a one-way ticket to hell? Only Saint Peter knows for sure. Anyway, that's the least of the doctrinally dicey touches in "Dogma," the new Miramax satire by Kevin Smith ("Chasing Amy") about two fallen angels (Ben Affleck and Matt Damon), a descendant of Jesus (Linda Fiorentino) who works in an abortion clinic and a foulmouthed apostle (Chris Rock) who argues that Mary wasn't a virgin to the end.
The "Mod Squad" sucked. "The Avengers" tanked. At last, Hollywood has found a TV crime show worthy of big-screen treatment: Charlie's Angels. The movie, which starts shooting in September, will reproduce the jiggledrama's essential elements: a crackling crime story, an unseen Charlie and, of course, three lovely private eyes.
THE GEEZERS RULED THIS YEAR'S OSCAR nominations. So did movies with an eye for costumes, either the Elizabethan or the battle-fatigue variety. But perhaps the most rewarding trend is that so many statue seekers worked for peanuts--at least by Hollywood standards.
NORTHWEST AIRLINES FLIGHT 1851 was an hour out of Puerto Vallarta en route to Detroit when the pilot made a bizarre announcement: the plane was now headed to a new ""mystery destination.'' Along with 190 other planes headed to the same airport, Flight 1851 had been forced to change plans by a foot of snow.
IT'S Fergie-HUNTING SEASON again. For a while, the British press pack buried the trashy stories about the Duchess of York as part of its self-imposed post-Diana ban on royal hounding. ""I said it would last eight weeks,'' Fergie says. ""It lasted seven.'' First came the reports that she was trying to weasel back into the royal family with teary letters begging the queen and Prince Charles for forgiveness.
IT HAS NOT BEEN AN EASY RIDE FOR American astronaut Michael Foale. Since he arrived on the Russian space station Mir in May, Foale has endured three major computer failures, two oxygen-generator malfunctions, contaminated drinking water, a near collision with a U.S. military satellite and a June 25 crash with a supply ship that sent Foale, 40, and his two Russian crewmates scurrying into the station's escape capsule. ""I'm living like a dog on the street,'' he said during his harrowing tour.
THIS IS THE WEEK that Camilla Parker Bowles was to meet the people who might someday have called her Your Majesty. On Sept. 13, 1,500 of Britain's most famous names--including Mick Jagger, Joan Collins and Emma Thompson--were scheduled to attend a charity ball cohosted by Parker Bowles benefiting the National Osteoporosis Society.
FOR WRITERS WHO SPEND THEIR workdays conjuring scenes of unbridled passion on the beach, in the mountains and everywhere in between, the annual Romance Writers of America conference is a chance to concentrate on the buttoned-down side of a business built on unbuttoning.