The Massachusetts SpyVolume CCXXXIX, Number 255 July 5, 2009

That was entertainment!

Michael Jackson:
shrewd to the end


Better off dead?Him too
Definitely herIf he doesn't cut down on the Oxycontin . . .
Entertainment industry executives believe that these washed-up entertainers, like Michael Jackson, could maximize their returns by falling [Surely, following? – Ed.] in his footsteps

LOS ANGELES, Calif. – Legendary pop superstar and acquitted child molester Michael Jackson, long renowned for having the best business head in entertainment, once again proved how astute his business judgment was. 

Facing a debt burden in excess of $400 million, generated by years of high living and even higher settlements paid to the little boys he seduced, Jackson, according to entertainment insiders, realized that he could never make enough money on yet another lame-o "farewell" tour to cover his bills.

Instead, Jackson chose a sure-fire technique used by Elvis the Pelvis and other drug-addled washed-up entertainers seeking to maximize the amount they could milk from their unhealthily infatuated fan base: death.  

"Alive, he's a creepy drug-addicted has-been. Dead, he's an idol," explained one of Hollywood's leading deal-makers, who agreed to speak to the Spy on a no-name basis, because his name rhymes with Barry Bemanuel.  "His image alone is worth a billion dollars," our source said.

Already, Jackson' heirs and hangers-on are moving to cash in on Jacko's last moonwalk, although the rumored plan to charge $25 a seat for attending his funeral was put aside.

"Twenty-five bucks for the Staples Center?" our source scoffed. "What a f****in' waste. I could've rented out the luxury boxes for a hundred thou a pop. Better still, how about a 50-city funeral tour? You bring out the casket, with a single glitter-covered glove under the pin spot – they'll piss! There won't be a dry eye or seat in the house."

Our source also suggested beaming the funeral worldwide on pay per view satellite. "Hell, if the marks'll pay $39 bucks to watch two thugs in a cage, how much would they fork over for a ringside seat at Michael Jackson's funeral spectacular?"

Other entertainment insiders speculate that if Jackson's demise proves as lucrative as anticipated, it could persuade other washed-up celebrities to "take the plunge." 

Executives at Schlox Entertainment, though, caution that not every has-been could rake in big bucks by filling in the center square at Forest Lawn.

"You need someone who has an image that can be marketed and who appeals to an aging, self-indulgent demographic. Also, you don't want to move too soon from "Dancing With the Stars" to "Sleeping With the Worms" [Isn't that Kim Kardashian's life story? – Ed.]. On the other hand, you can also wait too long."

The executive named Miley Cyrus, the Jonas Brothers, and Jon and Kate as celebrities who probably have a few too many minutes on their careers to consider sucking down the Demerol Daiquiris any time soon. However, he called out Elizabeth Taylor, Hugh Hefner [Isn't he dead already? – Ed.], Liza Minnelli, and Mick Jagger as celebrities who "perhaps have waited too long."

"Also, you've got to keep in mind that there are some supposed celebrities too ephemeral to be able to generate many headlines or royalties by dying." He named Kato Kaelin, Tila Tequila, and Heidi and Spencer as examples of quasi-celebrities who probably should look both ways before crossing Melrose Avenue.

However, our source did offer up a number of the great and good who might be able to give their flagging careers a real boost simply by shuffling off this mortal coil. "What do you think I could make selling T-shirts with Arnold Schwarzenegger's face and the legend 'I'll Be Back?'  I'm guessing eight figures, if I can get the Chinese rights."

Other celebrities ripe, or perhaps overripe, for profiting from the Grim Reaper include, according to our source, Paula Abdul, Barry Bonds, Rod Stewart, Woody Allen, and Bullwinkle J. Moose. [Bullwinkle? That's enough. – Ed.]  

NOW, THIS IS ENTERTAINMENT


"That Pretty Pretty; or, the Rape Play," at the Rattlestick gives you plenty of rape and nothing pretty.  I'm not sure what the play is about, but then, it seems, neither is the author, . . .Hyperbole is served up with thrilled barbarity [What the f*** does that mean? – Copy Ed.] — slaughter (cleaver, sledgehammer), shock (peeing the bed, necrophilia), voyeurism. Meanwhile Jane Fonda . . . drifts through, toning her body . . . .

The New Yorker,  March 16, 2009.