Lucy's brother finds his ultra-family man action hero secret gay lover getting it from his trainer. Since the ultra-family man action hero gay guy has declared his love to Lucy's brother, this pisses Bro off and he wants Lucy to out him. Her schizo photog sneaks in during a hopeful tryst between Lucy's brother and the action star, but gets caught by bodyguards and not only gets the snot knocked out of him, he also ends up in jail, but does manage to get the pictures. And no, he doesn't stick it up his ass. Bro gets what looks like a pretty good broken nose in the same dust up.
Holt is on the rise and he's getting photo ops. His girlfriend Julia, however, is going around the bend and getting deeper into self-medication. She shows up at a photo shoot Holt is doing and is wasted out of her mind. She is whisked off the set and hooks up with her dealer, who also happens to be the Christian singer's ex-dealer, who is not only a dealer, but manipulative and into head games. She shoots Julia up with what is probably heroin and they have cuddle time and it's not really clear if anything happens sexually between Julia the female dealer or not. Holt also has dinner at Lucy's house and although he claims he is a vegetarian, he eventually lets Lucy feed him a bit of steak and they have totally fake shooting star chemistry between them.
Lucy's publisher is shaken down by the guys who killed Prince the basketball star's bud. They threaten to cut his dick off and saute it. Hello, shades of Hannibal and the sauteed brains of the FBI dude. Would have been a bit more unique if they cut off his toes one by one and served them with capers on a bed of angel hair with a nice pino grigio. Or at the very minimum, a toe burrito with margaritas and blood salsa.
Prince has his knees smashed by same said dudes with a pipe while playing poker with his homies and it's uncertain if he's going to even live. You need your knees to play basketball or frolic with that white woman.
I love Dirt.
Yew rule Babe with all your dirt. I call it juice and the french ones understand that, and sew dew my dawters.
Posted by: moi | February 05, 2007 at 12:34 AM