E! The Awful Truth
Murphy's Flaw

Are you stuck with Subway for your midafternoon meal? Ever wish you could split a Cobb salad with Brad and Angie or clink mimosas with Posh 'n' Becks? Well, you'd better hang on to that sandwich-club card, 'cause the likelihood of that happening is pretty much a billion to one. Howevs, if you call Hell-Ay home, you can always take an extralong munch break at Sunset Boulevard’s Chateau Marmont hotel for some celeb delicacies to fill your A-list appetite. Just take a gander at one afternoon in par-tick at the infamous inn that’s as notorious as its tenants...
A bunch o’ Hollywood hotshots and not-hots came out to dine on the posh patio, midday hump day. Brittany Murphy and her screenwriter hubby, Simon Monjack, sat in the shade, tho almost every spot lacked sunshine on this overcast day. Still, Si-Si sported sunglasses...Is he trying to cover up a hangover or is he just a d-bag who doesn’t want to make eye contact with the staff? Your pick. Both Mr. and Ms. were fancied up in nice clothes, but even a wondrous wardrobe can’t compete with the shiny, yellow shade of B.M.’s sickly skin.
Maybe catching our subconscious disgust, Britters took off to the bathroom for 10 minutes, reemerging to display a face caked with makeup, like she'd just graduated from a streetwalker master class. Girl then lit up and started chain-smoking, even striking a flame for her guy’s cigar, which he puffed on like Tony Soprano. The pair sipped Diet Coke, partaking in the Skinny Bitch Diet: cigarettes and zero-calorie beverages, trust. Just a note, Murph-hon: No amount of sugarless sweets is gonna bring your swollen trout pout down to normal size.

At one point, B-doll actually jumped out of her chair and into her hub-unit’s lap, sticking her tongue down his throat while playing with whatever hair he has left. Seriously, sweetie, you can slide so far down from Ashton Kutcher-type companions to a guy who, let’s just say, isn’t even "photogenic" to the naked eye. What else explains such dreadful decisions?

Elsewhere on the patio, director McG of Charlie’s Angels fame sat with a bunch of Industry types, watching footage on a laptop and looking over stills printed on giant paper. Our guess? It’s all about Terminator 4, starring megathesp hunk Christian Bale as John Conner. First he trumps Michael Keaton as the go-to Batman, now Eddie Furlong is out of his career-defining role. Can we get C.B. to breathe new life into every dying franchise? Chrissy-babe could make even the Saw movies worth a watch.
There’s more T-town talk to be had at the Marmont, fer sure. A style-maven missy, you know the type, dined with two other gal-pals, all the while gabbing about her clothing doings with Mandy Moore and Jennifer Aniston. She was loud and spoke like a texting teenager, and the only person laughing at her jokes was, guess who...herself. Turns out even the obnoxious get to hobnob at H'wood hotels.
Murphy's Flaw

Are you stuck with Subway for your midafternoon meal? Ever wish you could split a Cobb salad with Brad and Angie or clink mimosas with Posh 'n' Becks? Well, you'd better hang on to that sandwich-club card, 'cause the likelihood of that happening is pretty much a billion to one. Howevs, if you call Hell-Ay home, you can always take an extralong munch break at Sunset Boulevard’s Chateau Marmont hotel for some celeb delicacies to fill your A-list appetite. Just take a gander at one afternoon in par-tick at the infamous inn that’s as notorious as its tenants...
A bunch o’ Hollywood hotshots and not-hots came out to dine on the posh patio, midday hump day. Brittany Murphy and her screenwriter hubby, Simon Monjack, sat in the shade, tho almost every spot lacked sunshine on this overcast day. Still, Si-Si sported sunglasses...Is he trying to cover up a hangover or is he just a d-bag who doesn’t want to make eye contact with the staff? Your pick. Both Mr. and Ms. were fancied up in nice clothes, but even a wondrous wardrobe can’t compete with the shiny, yellow shade of B.M.’s sickly skin.
Maybe catching our subconscious disgust, Britters took off to the bathroom for 10 minutes, reemerging to display a face caked with makeup, like she'd just graduated from a streetwalker master class. Girl then lit up and started chain-smoking, even striking a flame for her guy’s cigar, which he puffed on like Tony Soprano. The pair sipped Diet Coke, partaking in the Skinny Bitch Diet: cigarettes and zero-calorie beverages, trust. Just a note, Murph-hon: No amount of sugarless sweets is gonna bring your swollen trout pout down to normal size.

At one point, B-doll actually jumped out of her chair and into her hub-unit’s lap, sticking her tongue down his throat while playing with whatever hair he has left. Seriously, sweetie, you can slide so far down from Ashton Kutcher-type companions to a guy who, let’s just say, isn’t even "photogenic" to the naked eye. What else explains such dreadful decisions?

Elsewhere on the patio, director McG of Charlie’s Angels fame sat with a bunch of Industry types, watching footage on a laptop and looking over stills printed on giant paper. Our guess? It’s all about Terminator 4, starring megathesp hunk Christian Bale as John Conner. First he trumps Michael Keaton as the go-to Batman, now Eddie Furlong is out of his career-defining role. Can we get C.B. to breathe new life into every dying franchise? Chrissy-babe could make even the Saw movies worth a watch.
There’s more T-town talk to be had at the Marmont, fer sure. A style-maven missy, you know the type, dined with two other gal-pals, all the while gabbing about her clothing doings with Mandy Moore and Jennifer Aniston. She was loud and spoke like a texting teenager, and the only person laughing at her jokes was, guess who...herself. Turns out even the obnoxious get to hobnob at H'wood hotels.



































