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Prime Sublime
Mucho better than Baskin-Robbins are the 31 flavors of small-screen scoop I'm about to dish: First, what's with this new Titans titillation? Speaking of which, is it supposed to be Casper Van Dien's pecs or Yasmine Bleeth's notorious nose that are designed to make people tune in?
Doesn't he know rats and closed-circuit TV monitors have replaced the Dynasty decadence of the '80s? Apparently not. Regardless, too much talk is tumbling from the set of the three-week-old show. So many scrumptious events are taking place offscreen, a show about the making of which would be far more delectable than the program's onscreen (and rather tired) antics.
Can't say the married hunk-for-hire is bitten just yet. Besides, he's too busy palling around with his "best friend," who just happens to be the show's editor. At least, that's what insiders from the retro offering are saying, and by that statement, I don't think they mean anything particularly chummy.
As if that were not professionally incestuous enough, A.S. practically had to beg Victoria Principal to sign on, which she did as a favor to her aged Fantasy Island chum.
Other money madness: Spelling is facing enormous overhead for producing the weekly show. Shooting takes place at a no-frills studio in Van Nuys and a house in San Marino, but the furnishings and flooring on the sets have price tags that rival what the dude must've spent to reconstruct Tori (not to mention Candy's dollhouse in Holmby Hills, which is the size of a couple of Barbie factories combined). Pouring dough into the set is a must, though, since the city of Pasadena (which includes San Marino) will only let the production shoot exterior shots for a shabby four days per year. Hmmm. So, not everyone jumps when the mega-powered dude snaps--who knew? Maybe that's because Mrs. Spelling is the honcho to fear. When she arrived at her husband's mid-Wilshire offices (right next door to our own E! Online digs), she found the carpeting so utterly offensive that within hours, a crew was installing a new rug. Perhaps Mommy's assertive actions are the reason Tor-babe just plunked down a pile of pesos for a cozy home in the hills. Or maybe she's just trying to escape from her parents' perma-guest, diva designer Nolan Miller. Can't really see the stick-figure gal swathed luxuriously in sequins and taffeta, as are N.M.'s over-the-top taste. Despite the stresses of high-powered TV life, wouldn't you know every day's still a pah-tay for Mr. S.? Religiously, he holds his own high-level cocktail hour, which surely adds a little festivity to ferociousness of filming foibles. Maybe that's what's making one of the his lovely lady star's sculpted sniffer so rosy? (Don't count on it.) |
And what the hell is up with TV legend Aaron Spelling? Does he still think boob-tube audiences want nothing more than to watch the rich suffer in their Beverly Hills mansions, devouring one another until the bitter, bitchy end?
Where to start? While Bleeth's character, Heather, is boffing nearly every dude on the soap, the sweetie herself is not-so-secretly squirming for her chiseled costar, C.V.D.
"He's saving his butt," said a Titans source, referring to the editing skills applied by the second to Mr. Van Dien's acting abilities.
Speaking of the Beauty Beat, the camera doesn't get close (or focused) enough to reveal what set vets say V.P. actually looks like when the tubs of Vaseline aren't being utilized for her close-ups. But I don't understand all the need for the grease. The gal look sensaysh in her dressing room, say those who have seen her pre-pancake.