Spring Break
A glimpse into the life of Paris Hilton
The Villanovan's Ben Raymond sits down with heiress/actress Paris Hilton to talk about her growing maturity, becoming a producer and her newest film, "The Hottie and the Nottie."
Ben Raymond
Issue date: 1/31/08 Section: Entertainment
Do you really say "That's hot" as much as you seem to?
"No! I'm just joking when I say it. The media makes me say it all the time! I do it. It's the businesswoman in me."
When the interview came to an end, Hilton signed autographs and graciously posed for pictures. As I approached her for mine, she put her arm around me, smiled and said, "Oh, honey! I love your jacket!"
She didn't say that to the other guys - just me. My jacket is pretty awesome.
Hilton was, above all else, pleasant and polite. She seemed genuinely interested in speaking to us lowly collegiate journalists. At first I thought she might just be acting interested. And then I remembered she can't act.
While speaking, she looked all of us straight in the eye, smiled widely and even constructed complete sentences. She made us all feel comfortable and answered our questions thoroughly. She wasn't condescending, absent-minded or distracted by shiny objects.
Oh, hey … Paris Hilton liked my jacket.
Despite her public persona, Hilton seemed a truly likable person and not nearly as thick as she often appears. I was pleasantly surprised.
The same, however, cannot be said for the film. "The Hottie and the Nottie" is as awful as its title connotes. If I hadn't been contractually obligated to park my sorry butt in a seat and watch it beginning to end, I would have done something more productive with my time - like stare into the sun, eat paste or gag myself with a popsicle stick.
Nate Cooper (Joel David Moore) moves to Los Angeles to track down and win the heart of his grade-school crush, Cristabel Abbott (Hilton). But before he can do so, he must find the perfect match for her hideously ugly friend, June Phigg (Christine Lakin).
And I mean this girl is ugly. It's like if Gollum mated with a rotting monkey corpse. The wolf man wouldn't take this chick out.
Everything about this movie stinks to high heck. But nowhere is the crap piled higher than on the shoulders of writer Heidi Ferrer. This is possibly the worst-written film I've ever seen. I've belched better dialogue than this.
The film includes such unforgettable lines like, "They say your body is like an earthsuit … and your soul can't get out." Powerful.
Hilton's performance (if you can call it that) is laughable. She is basically asked to play herself and doesn't manage that very well. Moore belongs in commercials, the director on the street, the script in the toilet and the whole flippin' movie straight to DVD.
It's gross, clichéd and just plain stupid.
The movie was a bomb, but Hilton herself was a delight. I went into this thing expecting a circus. But Hilton's candor, energy and patience made for a great interview. She defied my expectations and, in so doing, challenged me to become a more objective journalist.
Did I mention Paris Hilton liked my jacket?
"No! I'm just joking when I say it. The media makes me say it all the time! I do it. It's the businesswoman in me."
When the interview came to an end, Hilton signed autographs and graciously posed for pictures. As I approached her for mine, she put her arm around me, smiled and said, "Oh, honey! I love your jacket!"
She didn't say that to the other guys - just me. My jacket is pretty awesome.
Hilton was, above all else, pleasant and polite. She seemed genuinely interested in speaking to us lowly collegiate journalists. At first I thought she might just be acting interested. And then I remembered she can't act.
While speaking, she looked all of us straight in the eye, smiled widely and even constructed complete sentences. She made us all feel comfortable and answered our questions thoroughly. She wasn't condescending, absent-minded or distracted by shiny objects.
Oh, hey … Paris Hilton liked my jacket.
Despite her public persona, Hilton seemed a truly likable person and not nearly as thick as she often appears. I was pleasantly surprised.
The same, however, cannot be said for the film. "The Hottie and the Nottie" is as awful as its title connotes. If I hadn't been contractually obligated to park my sorry butt in a seat and watch it beginning to end, I would have done something more productive with my time - like stare into the sun, eat paste or gag myself with a popsicle stick.
Nate Cooper (Joel David Moore) moves to Los Angeles to track down and win the heart of his grade-school crush, Cristabel Abbott (Hilton). But before he can do so, he must find the perfect match for her hideously ugly friend, June Phigg (Christine Lakin).
And I mean this girl is ugly. It's like if Gollum mated with a rotting monkey corpse. The wolf man wouldn't take this chick out.
Everything about this movie stinks to high heck. But nowhere is the crap piled higher than on the shoulders of writer Heidi Ferrer. This is possibly the worst-written film I've ever seen. I've belched better dialogue than this.
The film includes such unforgettable lines like, "They say your body is like an earthsuit … and your soul can't get out." Powerful.
Hilton's performance (if you can call it that) is laughable. She is basically asked to play herself and doesn't manage that very well. Moore belongs in commercials, the director on the street, the script in the toilet and the whole flippin' movie straight to DVD.
It's gross, clichéd and just plain stupid.
The movie was a bomb, but Hilton herself was a delight. I went into this thing expecting a circus. But Hilton's candor, energy and patience made for a great interview. She defied my expectations and, in so doing, challenged me to become a more objective journalist.
Did I mention Paris Hilton liked my jacket?
Viewing Comments 1 - 5 of 6
Dr.John Smythe
posted 1/31/08 @ 4:37 AM EST
Infantile interview article by this less than college "Journalist". Nothing like tearing an entrepreneurs skills apart but making sure her artistic talent was high enough to mention your "great jacket". (Continued…)
Django
posted 1/31/08 @ 1:57 PM EST
What an asshole this interviewer is. Like hell, Paris can't act! I understand he may not have enjoyed the movie (and it may not be the kind of movie he usually watches) but from the numerous clips I've seen, it seems pleasant enough and nowhere near as bad as his vile attack on everyone involved would merit. (Continued…)
Adam
posted 1/31/08 @ 5:15 PM EST
Way to ask the tough questions. She "work[s] a lot" with the Make A Wish Foundation? Funny, if she did that "a lot" I would have thought I'd heard that before. (Continued…)
Mike
posted 2/04/08 @ 12:59 AM EST
First off, Adam - I read another piece written from this press junket, and it was mentioned that Paris' publicist had very strict guidlines about what was allowed to be asked of her. (Continued…)
Ben Raymond
posted 2/05/08 @ 12:32 AM EST
Dr. John, Django, Adam, and Mike,
I wanted to thank you all for commenting on my article. It's flattering to have people, no matter how they feel, take the time out of their busy schedules and super-productive lives to comment on a college sophomore's Paris Hilton article. (Continued…)
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