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Rachel Bilson’s new film “Waiting for Forever” took on a whole new meaning for the gathered paps at GenArt’s SVA screening last night.
With only one headliner on the tip sheet – for real, Bilson was it – the celebrity to dimwitted japs ratio was seriously off-balance. And the event went from what should have been fairly elementary to a waste of time in less than three seconds flat.
And this all at the girth of one overzealous chubby publicist with stringy brown hair (see above) who nearly sprained her ankle (which might have had something to do with her Payless shoes) to rush to Bilson’s attention and rush her through the outside line of photographers waiting for the young actress.
Here is a clue for said idiot savant: a line of photographers waiting at a line of barricades your event has put up for photos is a line of people working! W-O-R-K-I-N-G!
Seriously, no sooner than Bilson arrive did this chubby-poo flackey in a black sack scurry to her face diverting her attention from the step-and-repeat. Rude?
It’s closing night boasted a flick about porn, titled “Finding Bliss,” which costars Jaime Kennedy. Interestingly enough, Kennedy is presently shacking up with non other than Jennifer Love Hewitt.
I’m sure by now you’ve realized what the draw in this decision consisted of… (NO, it wasn’t the porn theme!)
We caught the newly svelte beauty on a brief break to the loo. On her exit, she graciously afforded us a few seconds for a quick fashion shot and before quickly returning to the theater to her dutiful supportive role.
Being the gluten for punishment that I am – more wants more – we decided to wait on a two shot after the screening ended.
And that’s when it all went to shit!
With the arrival of some die hard pap-pers and the release of the hordes of attending guest, what should otherwise have been an easy photo-op quickly vanished.
Throw in a security detail the likes of Angel Angelina and it all made for my ass nearly breaking an ankle when my sneaker caught in a grate and a certain pap-per was still reversing. (Seriously, I’m typing with one hand and my ankle is on ice!)
To Love and Kennedy’s credit, they did stop and ask about my status. How’s that for eventful? But no, I didn’t get the two shot!