Confessions of a FILM FOX

Confessions of a FILM FOX

DEPARTMENTS

The trials of Bebe, continued: Seems our lass, last seen drapipg herself on Boomtown Rat Bob Geldof’s manly shoulder, has been scrawling letters to the press lately, Joe Jackson claimed in a Soho News interview that Ms. Buell had telephoned him at his Gotham hotel suite and offered to come over & chew the fat, or “something like that.” Young Joe declined politely, and the next thing poor Bebe knew, there it all was, in cruel black & white. A huffy Bebe wrote the News an indignant letter, denying all, with the blistering crack: “Remember, COOL rhymes with FOOL. ” The peripatetic former Playboy spread is no w keeping company with Steve “Call Me Stiv” Bators, formerly of the Dead Boys, which leaves Steve’s dishy ex B-Gkrl, Cynthia, out in the Toronto cold... And what would an edition of Fox be. without the latest on that hussy Britt Eklund, who’s bounced Twiggy as hostess of the syndicated rock glop show Jukebox. Does this mean we’ll get between-acts patter (in a thick Swedish meatball accent) revealing all about Roger Earl’s nasty milk habit? Dish it, baby, dish'it... Meanwhile, theTwig (who’sadded a few layers to her trunk) is earning a coupla bucks appearing with Tommy Smothers (wotta match!) in There Goes The Bride, a movie musical set in the roaring 20’s, in which she portrays (not again!) a flapper. ,

Marie Osmond and husband-to-be, “actor” Jeff Clayton, haven’J been so blessed by Eros; seems Marie and Jeffie “had our doubts...” (ATTENTION ANDY GIBB).

Isn’t Bianca Jagger’s impassioned performance as Patricia Neal in Operation Pacific touching, as La Bianca tours her war-torn homeland showing off her Perrier-fed limbs and telling interested peasants what Steve Rubell is really like? Ahhhh just give ’em your cash, honey...

Not only is Ryan O’Neal still leaving his Hush Puppies over at Diana Ross’ Malibu pad; that little spud Tatum CNeafhas resumed puppy love with Michael Jackson, as seen recently at a disco party in honor of the Jacksons, held at anl^.A. bank... Ryan’s former sweetie Barbra Streisand recently added to the value of her California fortress by installing TWO swimming pools, one for Babs and one for her dog. (Barbra hon—you could’ve saved ypur dough by investing in that wonder che mical that turns blue around furtive pee-ers in the pool, whether human or canine...)

OF moneybags himself, divorce court wiz Marvin Mitchelson, has added Lydia Criss, wife of Kiss’ Peter, to his client list. (Better stock up on that litter now, Kitty Kat!) Che Meatloaf? Robert Stigwood was sooo taken with Meatloafs performance as Oklahoma Roy in the soon-to-be-released Americathon pic, he m^y tell Barry Gibb to take a walk and offer big boy the role of Che Guevara in the upcoming Evita pic.

This one’ll kill ya.. . or at least Rod Stewart, who’s starring in the title role of The Killing Of Georgie (and no, Britt hasn’t asked for a part). Not to be outdone, Elton John will make his acting debut (sans glasses and sporting his new tresses) when he stars in Locomotive next spring. In between coo-cooings to Sonny Bono (and where’s Suaie Coelho these days?), Cher fired up a bit of publicity recently when her $35,000 Ferrari was hauled away by fire trucks. Seems the gas tank sprang a leak, causing the street to be filled with the expensive petrol.

Holed up in The Dakota writing his autobiography, John Lenhon will reportedly dish the real dirt on the Beatles as well as a few chapters on his wives.

Next month: Polacksln Jamaica fab preview!