Every now and then a project rears it’s ugly head and bellows out to the world it’s total intentions and ambitions. Most of the time we ditch diggers simply re-bury our collective heads in the sand and let the bellowing and the project pass by us by like so much proverbial sludge in this metaphorical trough we sludge through.


NOT TODAY! Pull that head out and hear and see and feel what the people are projecting!


LITTLE HOLLYWOOD is here.


It’s a package. It’s a smooth project with plenty of edge and enough real life elbow grease to move a mountain.


Little Hollywood is a television show you will identify with from behind your bottle, from behind that desk, and definitely from behind that stack of could of would of should of. But don’t listen to this energy drink fueled hack instead indulge yourself in the playful insights of the one and only Bathroom Philosopher.


We tried hard to nail this guy down and wrangle an answer out of him but not even Los Angeles’ own Stardum Entertainment could get this wild man to hold still.


You asked for and now you’ve got it-Little Hollywood and The Lost Interview.


Part One: How did you get involved with Little Hollywood?


Well, high Nick! I am so awful goddamn slow sometimes when it comes to answerin’ somebody’s questions which they has put to me, and I guess this is one of them times. As I recollect, ye asked me how I got involved in this here Little Hollywood, and I do not believe I told you at all, or if I did, I have forgotten what sorta lie I mighta foisted upon ye unless I somehow got accidentally messed up and laid facts on ye instead. Well, here’s what really happened, and this is just like in the show itself in which I play myself because this is the honest truth about how I met up with Condon: I have been off and on drinkin’ at Barney’s Beanery since the summer of 1968 when I first ventured into the confines and freedoms of the golden state of California. In them days I lived up past Topanga…beyond the old Buffalo Springfield house ‘n’ all…sometimes in the back utility body of a 1948 6volt 6cylinder Dodge truck I had purchased from a plumber for $200 and a couple of jarsof pure sweet Kentucky corn which had accompanied me from wherever it was that I come from before I discovered the wilds of Topanga, and they was “wilds” back then. I knew a sweet dancer I sometimes stayed with there at her cabin in the woods. Oh, Nicholas, she was a beauty, and kind, and beautiful, and she’d let me bed down at her place…and she didn’t care a whit if I got drunk or came up to see her with another li’l ol’ gal…and did I mention, Nick, that she was a dancer? With the two most amazingly beautiful breasts that she had to partially camouflage with stuck-on pieces of sparkly-ass paper kinda-things when she danced. Oh Nick, she was a goddess, a high-tone New Jersey gone to LA sweet, sweet princess of a woman. And you know what? That house of her’n had a big ol’ pit toilet in it, and it did not stink not even a little. That was Topanga then, as I recollect. And Elysian Fields and all such like that then. Well, ennyways, I sometimes stayed over to Argyle ’cause the rent was cheap. So I’d drive to the beanery and drink some…and meet gorgeous movie star ladies I shall not name because they wasn’t real famous yet, and to tell you the truth Nick, if I actually COULD remember their names you could probly pry ‘em outta me if ye was to stand me to a little bit of godly elixir…


Part 2: Ok, could you possibly elaborate on your participation in Little Hollywood?


Well, ennyways, like I said Mick, I ain’t that good with names over the course of disappearing chunks of time and place, so’s mebbe I do and maybe I don’t remember them movie gals’ names, but I wouldn’t tell you nor no-one else either what they was under any conditions whatsofuckinever! And there you have it! There useta hang a sign backa th’ bar what said “No fagots” and I sure as hell weren’t no faggot with them pretty young actresses, no sir Rick, but I ain’t gonna fuck and tell. No sir, brother. Not for nothin’! But if you was to set me up for a good barroom sit-down, I could be tempted to give you some hints. But these goddamn lips are sealed, Nick, and I do not give a good goddamn what you offer…I ain’t talkin’ to you nor no other goddamn reporter nohow. And that is goddamn final. I hope I ain’t pissin’ you off or nothin, Mick. I kinda think of you as a younger version of myself only not near so sophisticated and elegant as me. I got class, Mick…and don’t you goddamn forget that either…Now where in the hell was I………so I’m back in LA again and back at the beanery and sittin’ in a private room tryin’ to unload nine or eight high lifes and a coupla street-bought burritos when I hears Sid Condon talkin’ to some other feller about God and Elvis and Nashville and all like that, and I convince him to write a tv show about himself and Hollywood and Nashville, Tennessee ‘n’ all like that…and the rest is history. I pretty much made up the whole tv show for him and told him how to write it…and to include me…and not use my real name at all and just call me The Bathroom Philosopher…and that is exactly what Steve Condon has done. He stole my idea, and now he’s gettin’ rich and famous from Little Hollywood, and here I sits askin’ you for drinkin’ cash. It is goddamn pathetic, Vic, and I don’t have to goddamn stand for it. Maybe you could loan me some cash, and we’ll hire us a lawyer and sue Condon for everything he has stole from me. Damn, Nick, whyn’t I think of that before?…..


And there you have it folks, the Bathroom Philosopher and all the insight you may ever need into all things related to….Well you get the point, Little Hollywood kicks ass.


Written, Reported and Interpreted by Nick Sinn-White for all things Stardum.

Todd Phillips’, The Hangover, is a comedic masterpiece stuffed with huge laughs, crazy surprises, and extraordinary performances. It is by far the funniest film I’ve seen so far this year.


Bradley Cooper, Ed Helms and Zach Galifianakis star as Phil, Stu and Alan, three friends who are super excited to throw their best buddy Doug (Justin Bartha) a bachelor party he’ll never forget. But shortly after the guys arrive in Vegas and start drinking, things quickly get out of control. Forward to next morning, and Phil, Stu and Alan awake in their suite having absolutely no recollection of what happened just a few hours earlier. Doug is nowhere to be found, the suite is completely destroyed, and the bathroom is occupied by a freakin’ tiger! Oh, and there’s a baby in the closet…


With no idea whatsoever what happened, Phil, Stu and Alan head out to piece together the puzzle and follow whatever clues they can find that may help them remember how the hell they lost their best friend.


Indeed, I really can’t remember when I last laughed so hard in a movie theater. From the first memorable quote of “Paging Doctor Fa**ot!” to the less than tasteful photos during the credits, The Hangover boasts a horde of completely absurd moments that are as amusing as any comedy you’ve seen. As brainless and vulgar as the film is, it manages to deliver exactly what it promised: a great time with good friends and hangover.

Holly Madison decides to perform topless in the latest run of “PeepShow” which explains the sudden rush to Vegas and surge in hotel reservations. The show was previously headlined by Kelly Monaco and Melanie Brown, both of whom are leaving the exotic and interesting act to pursue other adventures. Ms. Madison, it was reported through reps, decided to perform topless for the show after much consideration and thought. The show does feature numerous topless performers yet did not have a nude main act.


So will you go see “PeepShow”? Will you stop by on your route through Vegas?
For me it depends on the style, substance, plethora of free drinks, and lightening. It’s always in the lightening.


No matter what your disposition if you’re in Las Vegas and wandering the Strip with friends or simply in man sandals alone, you need to stop by and take in the wonderful sites of Holly Madison at the new running of “PeepShow”!

You may have known him from The Office, or maybe from one of his many movies. Most recently from Pineapple Express. Maybe you were lucky enough to see him perform with the Nasty Delicious. But from here on I decree that he be known as the man who stuck it to the judicial system and won.


Lets backtrack for a min for everyone who doesn’t know what the story is. Back in 2008 Craig Robinson was rolled by the cops for a traffic violation (or so they say). That’s when they found a butt load of drugs on him (meth and ecstasy). He was also under the influence of cocaine, amphetamines and cannabinoids.


Excuse my french but, any other man would be fucked, straight fucked. But not Mr. Nasty Delicious. Him and his brilliant lawyer came up with the perfect defense. All he had to say was that he was guilty of driving while big and black. Yeah he took some Drug education classes and meetings, BUT STILL! Who else can honestly say they could have gotten out of doing some serious time, and lets not use the celebrity excuse. As much as I love the guy he’s not an A list celebrity.


So to you Craig Robinson, Mr. Nasty Delicious, we salute you! Your quick thinking, fast talking, and smooth personality got you out of a hell of a situation. All we can do is Clap in approval.

On most all breaking news sites you’ll find the puffy face of known actor Kiefer Sutherland. Sutherland has been accused of headbutting a man and causing bodily harm to said victim. Mr. Sutherland is preparing a defense involving the aspect that he was simply headbutting to save Brooke Shields, which makes sense.


Brooke Shields is known for being parodied on the hilarious cartoon comedy ‘South Park‘ and not much else.


But before we continue I like to just ask, “What’s the deal these days with defending people’s honor and protecting women from vicious fashion designers?


In my time if a man pushed Brooke Shields to the ground, accident or not, you attacked that man with flying headbutts, spinal taps, knees to the groin, etc. You fought for The Blue Lagoon, Endless Love and Speed Zone! You roared into action for The Muppets Take Manhattan, Wet Gold, Quantum Leap, Widows and certain episodes of Hannah Montana. And now you tell us that’s not right.


So Kiefer Sutherland went a little Connecticut ape shit and tried to put his head through some guys face. It all sounds like a twisted love story to me. Look at the facts, no wait just look at the dudes busted nose.


Kiefer Sutherland became Jack Bauer for exactly 24 seconds.


He sounds like a nice guy.

Finally!  A funny episode of South Park!  And this time it isn’t a re-run!  I’ll be honest, the last few weeks of the show have left more than a little something to be desired.  Like laughter for one.  I like fishsticks as much as the next guy (not fish dicks), but an episode all about Kanye West not understanding a simple joke makes for some pretty lackluster comedy.  This week, however, is a much different story.  Like one taken straight from the headlines.


South Park has always been popular for taking headline news and twisting it into a hilarious twenty two minute parody that make you realize just how ironic this world really is.  I was shocked when I saw the Yahoo! news bulletin about Pirates taking two hostages off the coast of Somalia, but Matt and Trey saw something else.  Gold.  Not pirate gold; comedy gold.  If you missed the mid-season finale on Wedensday, I recommend you watch the episode prior to reading this review as it will be the last one you see for quite some time (the f**k!?).  But for you impatient sons of biscuits out there, here’s a quick re-cap of what went down in Pirate town.


Cartman believes he has embarked on the opportunity of a lifetime:  pirates are back!  When he plans to visit Somalia to become one of them pirates, Kyle seizes the opportunity of his lifetime and encourages him to go to get rid of his fat ass.  Unbenounced to Kyle, Cartman doesn’t go alone.  Craig, Butters, and Kyle’s Canuck little brother, Ike, all tag along once again succumbing to the overwhelming charm of televisions greatest character.  Of course what Cartman believes pirates to be and what Somalian pirates really are was expected, the confusion was a great comedic vehicle when the boys had no effing clue that they were hostages.  That is until Cartman comandeers a French ship and becomes the pirate leader (who knew?). Once Kyle discovers that his little brother has tagged along on this ridiculous adventure, it is up to him to bring him back.

Most of us have already seen Jake Shields tangle with some of the highest mma competition there is now a days but to see him attack and kick the shit out of some saucy rollerblading ass-clown on MTV’s Bully Beatdown was and is a real treat. I guess some guy named Jonathon, which is not the name of a badass unless it’s shortened to Jon and ends with Fitch, was picking on some nerds when they called Jason “Mayhem” Miller for some help and sure enough Jake Shields arrives. Shields takes one look up and down the guy and decides to just arm-bar and crank his neck for about three minutes. This beat down is classic with all the right components of ass kicking being put to good use.


For his part the roller-clown did manage to hold on to at least a couple grand which means he made more then that poor little Japanese girl Cyborg Santos destroyed.


Be sure to tune in to last Sunday’s all-new episode re-airing this week –


WEDNESDAY, April 15 – 12:30 am


FRIDAY, April 17 – 11:30 pm


SATURDAY, April 18 – 12:30 am


SUNDAY, April 19 – 12:30 pm and 6:30 pm


“Jake Shields, who will square off with fellow top-ranked mixed martial arts (MMA) competitor “Ruthless” Robbie Lawler in the main event of the historic, first-ever Strikeforce MMA event in St. Louis on Saturday, June 6, appears on the latest episode of MTV’s new smash hit reality series “Bully Beatdown.”


The complete episode is also available for viewing online at: RollerBlader gets manhandled!

Though it’s set at a low-rent amusement park, Adventureland is essentially a summer camp movie. A nostalgic look back at the fun times and summer flings you may or may not have had in your youth. Nothing in the movie really indicates its 1980 something setting besides the horrendous fashion and ‘85 Thunderbirds in the background but it does help add a cool retro feel to a very standard coming-of-age dramedy.


Coming off Superbad, director Greg Mottola delivers a much more real and sentimental value to his film than his previous work. Jesse Eisenberg was an excellent pick to play the lead as James, a young, nerdy, pseudo intellectual that’s desperate to earn a dollar after some busted Euro-trip plans. Eisenberg is awkward and geeky yet most notably, relatable. Adventureland is almost entirely James’s story, with a brief dip or two into the love story of Em (Kristen Stewart), the sulky girl who James is immediately attracted to within two minutes of taking his thankless carney job.


For the most part the plotlessness of Adventureland is fine, as the movie skates along on its own good vibes and insight into the inevitable summertime feeling of having no idea where the hell your life is going. But by the second boner joke, the movie feels like a comedy again.


Adventureland is just funny enough to be enjoyable. It makes you reflect more than laugh which is what the story intended to do so I will the give the writers that much. Mottola gets credit for trying, and once again depicting teenagers with a thought or two in their head, even if they are just sex and drugs.