Scarlett Rouge Porn Star

SCARLETT’S LETTERS: The 3 Faces of Me

Dear James —

What’s that game when you create your porn identity by adding the name of your first pet with the first street you lived on? Mine would be Milky Spring. Quite hot and pretty appropriate. Really the joke’s on me; I can thank my bohemian parents for already providing a perfect porno name in case I was so inclined to follow a calling in the sexual arts.

Young Orson Welles

Filmmaking: It Never Pays to Be an Asshole

I had a blast yesterday on the set of what should have been an arduous student-film shoot I was mentoring. The location was outside Barstow, in the high desert midway between Las Vegas and Los Angeles. It was total Breaking Bad territory — you almost expected the occasional BOOM! of a meth lab exploding in one of the trailer parks that dotted the lunar landscape.

A lot of the fun was set early in the day by Tabi Farnsworth, the owner of the “picture car” that was being driven on camera by the protagonist of the short film. An eighty-one-year-old former hairdresser who has redefined ‘flamboyant’ by being the human equivalent of a fizzy ice cream soda, Tabi insisted on driving it to the location himself,

Charlie Hunnam Sons of Anarchy

No Exit from Elsinore: ‘Sons of Anarchy’ Kicks Even Badder Ass in Season 5

Spin classes are often studies in staged enthusiasm, but in L.A. they are more theatrically over the top than any I’ve done in Europe or other parts of America.  Most instructors here have ambitions to be performers, and that hour of class several times a day is their moment to shine up there on a mini-stage for all of Hollywood to admire and follow, riding that high-tech stationary bike like Paul Revere summoning the healthy into battle, accompanied by a throbbing emotional slash aspirational soundtrack they have carefully selected themselves for maximum drama, equipped with a mic through which they bellow and inspire.