Olivia Jackson is one of Hollywood’s most respected stunt performers, having doubled for Charlize Theron in Mad Max: Fury Road, Elizabeth Olsen in Avengers: Age of Ultron, and Karen Gillan in Guardians of the Galaxy. But on September 5, 2015, while working as Milla Jovovich’s stunt double on Resident Evil: The Final Chapter in South Africa, her life changed forever. Originally scheduled to film a fight scene, she was reassigned to a motorcycle stunt because of rain. The stunt required her to ride at 43 mph past a van-mounted camera on a crane that was supposed to lift over her head. After two successful rehearsals, the first live take turned into a catastrophe. The camera crane failed to rise in time, and Olivia collided with it at full speed. The impact caused devastating injuries, including severe facial damage, brain swelling, multiple fractures, ruptured arteries, punctured lungs, broken ribs, permanent paralysis affecting part of her body, a severed thumb, and a permanently dislocated shoulder. She spent 17 days in a coma, and her left arm ultimately had to be amputated. According to Olivia and accounts presented in the subsequent legal proceedings, the crane operator had been instructed to delay the camera lift by one second to capture a better shot, without informing her. Her legal team argued that this change created a closing-distance difference of approximately 105 feet. Fellow stunt performers also raised serious concerns about inadequate safety briefings and protective equipment. The aftermath was devastating. Olivia lost the career she loved and faced lifelong medical needs. She said the production’s representatives had promised to support her medical expenses, but the accident insurance reportedly provided only $33,000. She later declined an undisclosed settlement offer that required her not to sue. After pursuing legal action, a U.S. court ruled on April 1, 2020, that the stunt had been poorly planned and executed by the company operating the camera crane, and that Olivia’s driving was not responsible for the accident. She expressed her pain in heartbreaking words: “I miss my old face. I miss my old body. I miss my old life.” Despite the film grossing hundreds of millions of dollars, she said the people responsible had not provided the financial support she needed. Tragically, Olivia’s accident was not the only serious safety incident associated with the Resident Evil franchise. Stunt performers and background actors suffered significant injuries during other productions, and stuntman Ricardo Cornelius died after an accident while filming The Final Chapter. These incidents raised disturbing questions about safety standards in the film industry and the price performers are expected to pay for entertainment. Olivia loved her work with all her heart, but a single stunt changed everything. Her story is a painful reminder that no cinematic shot is worth a human life, and no performer should have to sacrifice their future because of preventable safety failures.

In 1950, the United States government launched a secret biological attack on its own citizens—and for 20 years, they didn't tell a soul. It was a crisp September morning in San Francisco when a US Navy ship began spraying a massive, invisible cloud of bacteria into the fog just outside the Golden Gate Bridge. This wasn't a foreign enemy; it was the US military. Over the course of six days, they released Serratia marcescens and Bacillus globigii—two pathogens chosen specifically because they were thought to be "harmless." The goal was to track how a biological weapon would spread through a major American city. The experiment was a terrifying success. The bacteria swept through the city’s microclimates, infiltrating every neighborhood, school, and hospital. By the end of the week, nearly all of San Francisco's 800,000 residents had inhaled millions of bacterial spores. The military monitored the spread using 43 sampling stations, proving that a single release could effectively infect an entire metropolitan area. But there was a problem with the "harmless" theory. Within days of the spraying, a local hospital saw an unprecedented outbreak of rare urinary tract infections. Eleven people were hospitalized with serious complications. One man, Edward Nevin, a retired pipefitter recovering from surgery, died three weeks later after the bacteria reached his heart. The military kept the data classified, and the public remained completely unaware that they had been used as lab rats in a simulated doomsday scenario. It wasn't until 1976, during a Senate subcommittee hearing, that the truth of "Operation Sea-Spray" finally emerged, forever shattering the illusion of domestic safety during the Cold War.

Jim Carrey recently debuted his brand new face at the César Awards in Paris. His lips, cheekbones and jaw seemed grotesquely swollen. He looked like he got stung by a bee. And no, I’ve seen worse, don’t get me wrong. Some celebrities have had far more work done, and look far worse. But still, it rather shocked me Below, I’ll post a picture of Jim Carrey a year earlier. He was a handsome older man, thick head of hair, had a great beard. He looked like a prophet from the Old Testament. And now, he looms like the unfortunate victim of the vicious and relentless attack of some newly discovered species of poisonous jellyfish… I’ve never understood why people do this to themselves? Jim Carrey was never a Brad Pitt, he was never Hollywood’s most handsome man, but he was far from ugly. He’s 64 and he was, up until this point, aging really well. And now, this… One thing I’ll never understand is this weird obsession people have with looking young. To the point where they will undergo extensive surgery to pull it off, and ruin their faces nine out of ten times. Why not do what Sean Connery, Harrison Ford or Pierce Brosnan did and age naturally, embracing wrinkles and grey hair? Jim Carrey has a 16-year-old grandson, he’s not going to look 40 forever, no one does. And there’s nothing wrong with that.

He’s a fascinating chap, Geert Wilders. He was a firebrand anti-establishment leader for almost two decades, head of the opposition in the Netherlands. Then, in 2023, he won a shitload of seats in the Dutch parliament and his party was able to assume power — sort of. See Wilders had to… tone down his rhetoric. He couldn’t go around calling hijabs “head-rags” and insist those who wear them must pay “head-rags-tax”. Nor could he go around giving speeches, asking his followers if they want “more, or less Moroccans in the country?” and them chanting back: “Less! Less! Less!” as he looks on in adoration. No, Wilders couldn’t do that. The Dutch followers of them man jokingly call him “Geert Milders” now — a pun on the word “mild” because he’s milder now. One of Wilders’ new ministers even had to explain recently how “white replacement theory” is “Neo-Nazi rhetoric” and “dangerous”. This wouldn’t have happened a year ago. Geert Wilders is a calculating politician. So he changed his tone. Became Geert Milders. A neutral politician from an allied center-right party (Schoof) was pushed forward as Prime Minister, with Wilders’ party providing some of the ministers. And Wilders rules from the shadows, it is assumed. Is he “quite all there”? I’d say he is. He’s a very savvy politician.

In real-life, Mr. T. worked as a bouncer and joined weightlifting competitions. He also worked as a bodyguard and saw his share of violent situations. And the 1970s, he joined a competition called “America’s Toughest Bouncer”. And Mr. T. was right — he won the match against his gigantic opponent in a mere 54 seconds, Tufi ending up battered with a broken nose and bleeding from the mouth. Stallone then wrote a role with this tough bouncer in mind, and came up with the immortal words: “I pity the fool”. Which later became Mr. T.’s trademark. It was all born in a moment of supreme confidence, witnessed by a young Hollywood screenwriter who felt he could use that. You could say a legend was born that day. Mr. T. was a really strong man. Stallone was no slouch, worked hard and trained hard and I’m sure he could throw a solid punch. But in an actual real-world fight, he’d have lost — Mr. T. had a level of experience Stallone didn’t have. Real skill honed in decades of brutal experience in and out of the streets. He’d eat men like Stallone for breakfast, and Stallone knows this, as he is no fool. In the finale of the “toughest bouncer” contest, Mr. T. was facing a 6′5″, 280 pound behemoth of a man from Honolulu named Tutefano Tufi. Stallone watched the final match between T. and Tufi. And in his final interview before the match, Stallone heard him say: "I just feel sorry for the guy who I have to box. I just feel real sorry for him."

An interviewer once asked Sir Anthony Hopkins why you never see his pictures in the tabloids, walking into a restaurant or whatever. Hopkins answered: "Because I don't call ahead and tell them where I'm going". It’s a brilliant quote to me, as there’s a lot of truth in it — if you want privacy, you can still get it, and loads of it. What a lot of people don’t seem to realize is that a lot of celebrities need tabloids. And actively seem to court them. Movies benefit, too, from the ‘power couples’ and all the hyped up famous folks, doing things, going places… is actor X from this and that movie going somewhere with his co-star? Oh they must be dating, secretly! Anthony Hopkins doesn’t really do social media, either, he’s old-school — Mr. Hopkins writes letters. A few years ago, one of them leaked when he wrote a letter complimenting the actor Bryan Cranston on “the best acting he’d ever seen”, in Breaking Bad. It was a private moment of genuine praise from one actor to another. When it was leaked, Hopkins was pissed off. Now, he doesn’t write letters anymore, either. When I watched The Two Popes, I was amazed to find that Anthony Hopkins composed the piano songs his Benedict played, himself. This man has a lot of (hidden) talents. He was able to develop them because he’s from a generation that doesn’t endlessly scroll the internet — a generation of craftsmen, artisans, builders, composers of song and letters. A dying breed, thanks to the instant gratification of tabloids and the net.

I’ve always disliked Bryan Singer. Something about the man… does not sit right with me. I was shocked, but sadly not surprised, to hear how he was accused of quite a lot of inappropriate behavior with young actors. One of these very young actors was a young man named Brad Renfro. Here, above, we see a young Renfro with Singer. He just looks so… predatory, Singer. Renfro seems so uncomfortable. It was during the shooting of Apt Pupil, directed by Singer, in which the director insisted on Renfro doing a naked shower seen. He was just always up in the guy’s business, and there were more such men. Hollywood is quite a dark and twisted place Renfro had once been a young hopeful actor. Abandoned by his parents, he lived in a trailer park with his grandmother. He dreamed of making it big. And he did. But the price was high… the abuse he suffered from at the hands of Bryan Singer and others, eventually caused him to go off the rails. Massively. He got into alcohol. Drugs. Any known substance to man, Renfro took it. It was as if he wanted it all to end already… Brad Renfro, relentlessly abused by predatory Hollywood directors, died at the age of 25 of an overdose. His grandmother, who had raised him and accompanied him on all his childhood auditions, died of a broken heart just seventeen days later. And the story just… gets me, every time.

In the 1930s, Shirley Temple became one of the biggest stars in Hollywood history. She was the top box-office draw in America for four consecutive years, from 1935 to 1938, surpassing even the biggest adult stars of her time. But on September 19, 1945, the beloved child star made headlines for a different reason: at just 17 years old, she married John Agar, a 24-year-old Army Air Forces sergeant, at Wilshire Methodist Church in Los Angeles. Agar had no acting experience when they married, but his relationship with Temple helped open the door to Hollywood. He soon began pursuing a film career, and the couple appeared together in the 1948 Western Fort Apache, alongside legendary actors John Wayne and Henry Fonda. That same year, they welcomed their daughter, Linda Susan, into the world. However, their marriage struggled under the pressures of fame and personal differences. In 1949, Temple filed for divorce, bringing their relationship to an end after just four years. In 1950, she married businessman Charles Alden Black, with whom she built a lasting marriage that continued until his death in 2005. Unlike her first marriage, her relationship with Black endured for decades, through major changes in both her personal life and career. Temple's life after Hollywood was just as remarkable as her years as a child star. She entered public service and became a diplomat, eventually serving as U.S. ambassador to Czechoslovakia. In 1989, she was in Prague when the Velvet Revolution brought an end to communist rule in the country. From a child who captivated millions on movie screens to a diplomat witnessing a historic moment in world history, Shirley Temple's life extended far beyond the fame that first made her a household name.

Ralph Fiennes has been a very, very naughty boy! He had the absolute audacity to publicly defend J.K. Rowling, the author of a series that gave him one of his most iconic roles to date… that of Harry Potter’s nemesis, Voldemort. Everyone is expected to perfectly goose-step in line and denounce her for her original sin of ‘transphobia’ due to a series of Tweets. Fiennes is not the sort of man to get dragged along in pointless slacktivism on the internet. He doesn’t Tweet about how woke he is, he doesn’t run around with little rainbows on his lapels… no, Ralph Fiennes is an actual professional. No nonsense, old-school — you’re here to act, so act! I like that. He’s an admirable chap Meanwhile Radliffe, Watson and whatever-his-name-is who plays Ron, the ginger sidekick, have all spat out Rowling and publicly denounced her, because the Gods of Social Justice have put a fatwa on her name. Voldie: “I find the level of hatred that people express about views that differ from theirs, and the violence of language towards others, disturbing.” Beautiful! To the point. And oh-so true. It is disturbing how incredibly, extremely, over-the-top pissed people get at you when you go against the narrative and dare to criticise whatever’s the current hype. The very fact that Fiennes is now “under fire” for a comment so benign, in defense of a woman so marvelous, is… terrifying. Half the millennial cast of the Harry Potter universe wishes to all-but cancel the very Creator of their own universe, the woman to whom each of them owe their lucrative careers. Not Fiennes. Fiennes was somebody before Voldemort, and continued to be somebody after. He doesn’t need to defend or attack anyone. But he does, anyway, because he’s a decent human being.

In 1956, Elvis Presley had just exploded into stardom. He'd released his first No. 1 hit, appeared on national TV and moved to Hollywood to make his first movie, "Love Me Tender." That's where he met Nick Adams, a young actor who had just appeared in "Rebel Without a Cause." Adams had also been a close friend of James Dean, who died in a car crash in 1955. Adams quickly became part of Elvis's inner circle. He spent time with him in Hollywood, traveled with him on tour and visited him at home in Memphis. The two often rode motorcycles together. Adams's own career kept growing. He starred in the TV Western "The Rebel" and earned an Academy Award nomination in 1964 for the courtroom drama "Twilight of Honor." He passed away in 1968, at just 36. Added fact: Elvis bought his first Harley-Davidson in 1956, the same year as this photo. Soon after, he appeared on the cover of the company's magazine, "The Enthusiast," sitting on his new bike.

The directors of an innovative film wanted one of the hottest stars in Hollywood for the main role Will Smith, who had just become a bankable movie star thanks to turns in Independence Day and Men in Black. So they sent him the script. He didn’t understand most of it and took a pass. So the directors had to go down a tier. They went with Keanu Reeves, who really hadn’t had a hit since 1994’s Speed. To this day, Smith says its the best decision he ever made in turning down a part. If there’s one thing Reeves can do better than anyone, is to act confused when confusing stuff is happening on screen. Smith thinks Reeves did better than anyone else could have.

For years, Will Smith and Jada Pinkett Smith looked like the perfect Hollywood couple. They had fame, money, two talented children, and a marriage that seemed unbreakable. But behind the cameras, their relationship was falling apart in ways the public could never have imagined. Will and Jada met in 1994 and married in 1997. They built a family and a life together, but as the years passed, their relationship became increasingly complicated. In 2020, they publicly discussed Jada’s relationship with singer August Alsina during a period when she and Will were separated. Their conversation shocked fans and revealed just how much pain and confusion existed behind their glamorous image. Then, in 2023, Jada revealed an even bigger truth: she and Will had been living separately since 2016. They were still legally married, but their relationship no longer resembled a traditional marriage. She explained that they had been trying to figure out how to move forward, even as they struggled to understand what they wanted from each other. In 2022, the world watched Will slap Chris Rock at the Oscars after the comedian made a joke about Jada’s shaved head. The incident became one of Hollywood’s most talked-about moments and brought their private struggles into the public spotlight. Their story isn't simply about a celebrity marriage falling apart. It's about two people who built a life together, experienced years of difficulties, and struggled to define what their relationship meant. Sometimes, two people can love each other, share a family, and still struggle to make a marriage work

My brother reported to me the other day that, over the summer, he found himself in a place full of celebrities, as well as celebrity spawn and the relatives of the rich and famous. I asked him what they were like… he said: “Brother, they were shiny Shiny?” I asked. “Yes, shiny,” he replied, “their skin, it shines… so much lotion. Soft hands. One of them just, stood in the corner at an event, smoking cigarette after cigarette, not talking to anyone unless a camera or phone was around. She could pose beautifully, I gotta give her that.” Soft, shiny and bored with it all. Detached, if you will. That’s most of the young celebrities nowadays. They’re all someomne’s daughter, someone’s cousin, someone’s spouse. Everything is relative. Everyone relative. I watch old mob movies and actual mafia guys play some of the roles. Guys who walked the mean streets. Some were in gangs. I see Charles Bronson and I see a man who worked in mines as a young lad, his fingers thick and hands covered in the type of callous that not even a million bars of soap could ever fully wash off. You won’t soon shake the hand of a celebrity like Charles Bronson. The only shine on his skin was the shine of sweat after a hard days work. Not in today’s celebrity world. Today, they’re shiny all over.

George C. Scott is probably the only actor in movie history to agree to deliver what would be an Oscar-worthy film performance only on the condition that it would never be seen by audiences The movie, based on Peter George’s Cold War thriller Red Alert, was intended to be a drama, but director Stanley Kubrick was so struck by the novel’s unintentional comedic elements that in the end, 1964’s Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb, was made as a black comedy. Scott, a Shakespearean actor who had recently emerged as one of Hollywood’s greatest and most sought after performers, was anxious about appearing in a comedy for fear of embarrassing himself and damaging his reputation as a dramatic actor. He was even more alarmed when Kubrick asked him to play the role “over the top,” insisting instead that he would play the role mildly comedic and allow the film’s lead, Peter Sellers, to play for the big laughs. In the end Kubrick relented, and told Scott to ham it up only for dress rehearsals —when the cameras would be off — and when the cameras were rolling he could deliver his lines toned down. When the film premiered, Scott was dismayed and angered to discover that Kubrick had lied to him — the cameras had been rolling the entire time, and most of Scott’s over-the-top “dress rehearsal” takes — even a take where Scott does an unintentional pratfall without breaking character — were used in the film’s final cut Scott was reportedly so upset by Kubrick’s betrayal that he vowed never to speak to the director again. The film, of course, would become one of the most celebrated comedies ever made, and Scott’s performance would be singled out as one of the great comedic roles of all time. Said Roger Ebert: “His performance is the funniest thing in the film.” Although he never worked with Kubrick again, Scott eventually came to appreciate Dr. Strangelove, and ultimately would cite his performance as Gen. Buck Turgidson as the favorite of his career

Gene Hackman turned down the title role in The RoyalTenenbaums — a role that had been, according to Wes Anderson, “written for him against his wishes" — several times before giving in to Anderson's pestering and agreeing to do the film. Hackman was leery of the fact that Anderson had written the part specifically with him in mind, because he said he felt Anderson must then want something specific from his performance, which he saw as limiting — i.e. that he wouldn't be free to create his own interpretation of Royal. He also admitted that Royal's relationship with his children in the film made him look back at when his own three children were young, and question whether he himself had been insensitive and made poor decisions as a father. According to Hackman, he discussed the matter with his kids and his agent, and finally decided to accept the role. As it turned out, it would be an iconic role for him, and landed him the Golden Globe award as Best Actor.

A lot many celebrities are fake. The other day I had a conversation with a friend about rappers. We talked about Tupac Shakur for a while, among others. Tupac was among the first “gangsta rappers” and portrayed himself as a hard-assed goon who grew up on the streets but still maintained a sweet and sensitive side, displayed at times like when he dedicated a song to his mother And it was all bullshit — Tupac grew up to rather well-educated parents, his mother naming him after Túpac Amaru II, an Incan rebel against Spanish oppression in Peru. Young Tupac was an excellent student, and a theater kid. He studied ballet, and was a fine dancer. While playing Shakespeare, he compared for himself the themes of intrigue and betrayal of Shakespeare’s plays with gang warfare. This was a frighteningly smart kid… but he wanted the “street cred” a theater kid into ballet would never get. So he invented stories about gang involvement, about his mother being on smack, and all of it was nonsense… Now the tragic part is, some gang members did start to identify with Tupac and his lyrics. He did little to remove the association or distance himself from it, although he was in no way, shape or form involved — rival gangs took notice, and it may be a member of one such gang that ultimately shot and killed Tupac. A sensitive ballet dancing theater kid who play-pretended to be a gangster to sell more records

Dan Blocker and Dolphia Parker first met while they were students at Sul Ross State University. Their introduction was during a play called Arsenic and Old Lace. Dolphia was working behind the scenes, and Dan’s mischievous behavior in the auditorium caught her attention. Initially, this did not leave a good impression, prompting Dolphia to ask him to leave. Despite this slightly rocky beginning, their bond grew, and they eventually started dating. Dolphia recognized Dan’s talents extended beyond his enthusiasm for football. She encouraged him to take acting more seriously, a piece of advice that would redirect the course of his life. Dan chose to pursue acting rather than football. However, his plans were briefly interrupted when he served in the Korean War, where he developed qualities like discipline and resilience. Dan and Dolphia married in 1952, marking the beginning of their devoted partnership. Dolphia’s unwavering belief in Dan’s potential played a significant role in his path to becoming a successful actor. Their time at Sul Ross State University laid the foundation for what would become a life filled with love and shared dreams. The couple had four children. Twin daughters, Debra Lee and Danna Lynn, were born in 1953. Their son David was born two years later in 1955, and their youngest child, Dirk, was born in 1957. Both of their sons followed in their father’s footsteps, choosing careers in the entertainment industry. Dirk, in particular, gained recognition as a well-known actor. Tragically, Dan passed away on May 13, 1972, at the age of 43, due to complications from gallbladder surgery. His death was a significant loss, leaving a void in the television industry at a time when he was at the height of his career. Following Dan’s passing, Dolphia chose to live a private life. Her death brought about the end of an era for their family. However, the love and partnership between Dan and Dolphia, along with their lasting contributions to the entertainment industry, remain a source of inspiration to this day.

I don’t think Paul Newman ever made a bad movie. He may have been type cast more than a few times, but he never gave a bad performance. Not many actors have done such good work so consistently. Paul is one of the only actors to be nominated for an oscar over five consecutive decades. Which just goes to show you his acting got better, more emotional, and more interesting with time. My all time favorite role of his was actually his last. He and his wife were both in a two part series for HBO titled ‘Empire Falls.’ (Based on the books of the same name) He was a true actor. Tom Cruise, on the other hand, is also a good actor. But I would class him as more of a performer. I don't expect much from his movies other than an entertaining hour. That's not to say he hasn't done some very emotional noteworthy work, but it's not as consistent when compared to Paul's. Even just compare there personal lives. Paul Newman was a model celebrity for Hollywood. I don't think he had one piece of bad press his entire career. He may have had some enemies, but “if you don't have enemies, you don't have character” as he said. Now, Tom Cruise, has quite the stink on him, with his religious beliefs and marriage it's a bit of a turn off. Paul Newmans marriage to Joanne Woodward was the holy grail of all Hollywood marriages. So, as you can see, Paul Newman, wins in all categories. I actually think he's the greatest to have ever passed through Hollywood. He doesn't compare to anyone. 

There are many — celebrities are often kind of shady. Especially those who have enjoyed some level of fame over the years but haven’t quite become “household names” in the sense that they’re instantly recognized by just about anyone. One such name is Jared Leto, a name that often pops up. A young actor a few years ago accused Leto of “sliding in the DMs” of “any young model/actress between the ages of 18 and 25”. Okay, fair enough! Leonardo DiCaprio does the same thing, doesn’t he? Legal is legal. Along comes director James Gunn, asking “He starts at 18 on the internet?” It seems so… casual. Like it’s an inside joke of sorts. Because it is. Hollywood knew about Kevin Spacey’s abusive tendencies for DECADES. Didn’t do a thing. There were running gags about Harvey Weinstein, too, and how actresses had to “pretend to like him” to get Awards. That’s a very diplomatic way of saying “had to let the filthy animal have his way with them or face complete and utter expulsion from Hollywood and risk never winning a single big award, ever.” Now much like Spacey, and Weinstein, or Bill Cosby — who LITERALLY joked, openly, about his use of roofies on multiple occasions — Jared Leto’s love for teenagers is a well-known fact. There have been forums about “groupie stories” going back to the early 2000s where fans of musicians and actors exchanged stories of sexual encounters. Leto was reviewed rather poorly as he liked to “go in dry” and with young girls complaining intercourse with the star “hurt like Satan”. The stories of encounters are legion. The reviews and sordid details, horrid. All stories agree on fundamental details. They date back over twenty years. All this is easily Googleable. It’s not a big secret or a strange conspiracy. No, Jared Leto likes teenaged girls. He chases them. Sleeps with them. Age consent laws don’t bother him much, and he doesn’t even cover his tracks awfully well. It’s… ignored. Conveniently. Friends in all the right places, perhaps? Just know this — sooner or later there will be some sort of “breaking news”, a big scandal and the whole house of cards will come crumbling down. Leto is a Spacey, a Cosby, a Weinstein, pre-discovery.

A young Twiggy was interviewed by Woody Allen. The British model was only 17 and just starting her career when the older director, 32, asked her: “Who is your famous philosopher?” Initially she panicked — Twiggy realized in an instant that Allen was trying to embarrass her, make her seem dumb on live television… But then she turned the whole thing around by responding, after a brief moment of appearing somewhat mystified: “I haven’t got one. I dont know any…” And then this magical exchange happened: Twiggy: “Who’s yours?” Allen: “Oh, I... you know, I like them all.” Twiggy: “Who?” Allen: “Just all your basic philosophers. All of them.” Twiggy: “I don’t know their names. What are their names?” Allen: “Well… uh… there are so many…” In the end, Twiggy ended up having the condescending interviewer twice her age scrambling for words, stammering, unable to right the ship he sunk himself. He tried to make her look dumb, and ended up exposed as a pretentious blowhard. A thing of beauty