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Fred Willard: Busted for Beat-Off

Remember when Paul “Pee-Wee Herman” Ruebens was busted for masturbating in a Florida porn theater back in 1991 and how it all but ruined his career for a good eight or nine years? Well, Fred Willard, star of TV’s Fernwood Tonight and Modern Family, and films like Anchorman and Best in Show, is facing the same crisis of celebrity after also being found beating-off in Hollywood Tiki Theater, a theater screening adult movies, by LAPD officers.

Willard was arrested on July 18 after an LAPD officer conducting a “walk-through” in the theater allegedly found the comedian engaging in a “lewd act”. While many news outlets have been reporting the act as masturbation, plain and simple, Willard offered his version of events on Twitter.

The film in question? Well, at the time of his arrest Willard would’ve been watching one of three movies playing on a rotating schedule: Follow Me 2 (Evil Angel), Official The Client List Parody (Zero Tolerance), or Relax He’s My Stepdad 2 (Combat Zone). Instead of venturing out into (relative) public world to, uh, enjoy himself with a porn movie, perhaps Willard should’ve stayed home. That’s the sentiment behind an offer from Gamelink, an adult video-on-demand service; an offer of a lifetime supply of V.O.D. minutes and a free masturbator sex toy of his choice.

Man, maybe I should start beating off in theaters, too!

Bree Olson: Hollywood Douchebag

Bree OlsonWhen Bree Olson, anal-loving, pregnancy-fantasizing adult superstar, got tangled up in the most recent Charlie Sheen trainwreck, came out the other side only to turn her back on porn and retire, many of us thought we’d never hear her candy-coated, slightly shrill voice again. And then she turned into a pop star.

With her debut music video, ‘Hollywood Douchebag’, Bree Olson is angling for your attention once again, only this time she’s not using her tits and pussy to get it. (Well, she is, really, but she’s uncharacteristically covered them up.) Instead of crooning about the plains of her home state Indiana or guesting on some rapper’s latest tirade, Bree put herself in the spotlight – surprise, surprise – with a self-written ode to the alpha males populating the entertainment hotbed of the Golden State. With plenty of inspirational resources at her disposal, the wannabe Agnetha or Anni-Frid throws hilarious insults at the kinds of guys she no doubt runs into with great regularity in LA.

Although she clearly has her sights set on a breakout musical parody hit akin to Lonely Island’s ‘I’m On a Boat’ and ‘I Just Had Sex’, Olson hasn’t completely discarded her sexually explicit past and in fact cast adult performer Alexis Ford as a principal dancer and even hired noted porn helmet Andre Madness (Bree & Alexis, College Tails, Grindhouse XXX) to direct the video, which sees Bree go up against a typical type-A cud, a real Pseudo-Situation, a top-tier Hollywood Douchebag.

And don’t worry, folks. Unlike almost every other screen appearance Olson has made, this one is, to use the parlance of our times, SFW, even if it does see her show off her cleavage and cavort around with various scantily clad men and women. Oh, Bree! It’s so nice to have you back!

James Franco: Playboy

James FrancoIn his quest to conquer every known strain of academia and the employ every known means of artistic expression, the world’s most attractive polymath, actor/director/painter/poet/writer/model/teacher James Franco, can now add Playboy Columnist to his already enormous resume.

In the current July/August issue of Hugh Hefner’s infamous men’s mag – yes, it’s the issue with Jenny Mc Carthy on the cover… again – the first installment of Franco’s six-part Francofile column appears, starting things off with a Q&A with New York-based Serbian performance artist, Marina Abramovic. What do they talk about and why is it being published in a magazine noted almost equally for its tits ‘n’ ass as its progressive journalism? All I can reveal – I’m gonna read this issue after dinner, I promise – is that topics covered in Franco’s piece with the woman he calls “the grandmother of performance art” include “space, energy, and magic.”

Oh, James Franco. You’re my hero!

Schtupping With Your Clothes On

Fully Clothed SexMore and more these days, it seems nudity is seen as a necessary component of mainstream entertainment. Take this season’s runaway television hit, Girls, for example. Creator and star, Lena Dunham, rips her clothes off seemingly at every available opportunity and while some controversy has brewed since the show’s pilot episode aired back in April, the slights and criticisms lobbed at Dunham and her show focused largely on the socioeconomic status of its characters and the dimensions of her unusually (at least for television) “normal” body. (Never mind the tired plot developments being reused in yet another show that pretends to be pushing the envelope while utterly lacking genuine originality. Never mind that the abundance of nudity on Girls merely perpetuates the objectification of women’s bodies regardless of their size and shape.) Face it, between Girls, Spartacus, True Blood, Magic City and a bunch of other shows I rarely watch, there’s so much bare flesh on TV these days it’s almost becoming a bore.

When it seems every sexually active adult is also a vain, egotistical wannabe-naturist – Girls’ girls included – it’s a relief to find a site like the recently reviewed at MrPinks.com Fully Clothed Sex, which proves you can have, well, fully clothed sex. With its exclusive collection now boasting more than 250 hardcore sex scenes in which the participating women remain fully (or mostly) clothed at all times, here is an entertainment property that genuinely throws out preconceived notions of feminine sexuality and thrusts upon its viewers something bold and original: sex with your clothes on. Sounds dull, I know, but it’s a hell of a lot more fun than watching Dunham’s Hannah passive-aggressively snipe at her remarkably tolerant, but typically (for TV) doltish boyfriend.