Word: biz
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Fortunately for Hollywood, there are millions of attractive kids with a show-biz bug. "Casting directors used to recruit out of Yale drama school," says Konrad. "Now they go to small towns to watch high school plays." Or they receive a videotape from Ohio. "I'm kind of a fresh-face type of deal," says Holmes, asked to explain her appeal. "It's not that I'm sexy, I know that! Whatever. I know it won't last forever, but I'm glad to be in my teens and doing these things...
Only in show biz would you have to get away with being honest. Rock's been getting away with it for years. He started at age 18 at the New York City comedy club Comic Strip Live. Owner Richard Tienken says Rock's act was raw at first: hooker tells man she'll do anything for $300. Man answers, Paint my house, b_____! But then, hanging around the club, Rock began to see comics like Eddie Murphy (an early Rock booster) and George Carlin at work. Rock's own act got smarter, bolder, and in 1990 he landed...
...Davis Jr. and Peter Lawford? "Could it be anything else but money?" he snaps, resenting all the new books, the tributes, the upcoming HBO movie, the kids pretending to be swingers. More or less retired, he could have used this interview for an autumnal victory lap, but deflating show-biz pretense was always part of his act, and apparently still is. Now he's good and crotchety...
...White House exploding (again) and the bombing of the Speaker's limousine to the design and building of a huge 24-ft.-high, 45-ft.-wide sphere for time travel. The show stars Jonathan LaPaglia, once a real-life emergency-room doctor who turned in his stethoscope for show biz, as Frank Parker, a former CIA renegade who's drafted into Operation Back-Step, a time-travel mission that goes back seven days to undo damage wrought by the attack, bring the President back to life and save the world. If that's too much, there's always another...
Every show-biz saga has a pivotal scene in which the pleasure of performing is undermined by the poison of ambition. For me that painful moment came earlier this month when I snagged a tryout for the Letterman show. My instructions from Dave's people were explicit: "You'll do seven minutes at the Gotham at 9:30 Tuesday night. We'll be watching." I was primed, since I had just done two killer half-hour shows at a Planned Parenthood benefit in Greenwich, Conn. In hindsight, perhaps I should have realized that contraceptive-loving wealthy suburbanites were...