Anna Nicole Smith

This Week in 2007

Anna Nicole Smith Dying in My Hometown Gave Me a Religious Awakening

Ten years ago this week, a pop culture earthquake erupted when Anna Nicole overdosed in the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino a few blocks away from my mother's house...
Mitchell Sunderland

The Celebrities Who Have Been Allegedly Haunted by Ghosts

Celebrities: they're just like us! They have sex with ghosts and claim to be stalked by fell demons.
Emalie Marthe

The Anna Nicole Smith Tour of the Bahamas

On my vacation to the Bahamas, I took a tour of a Nassau zoo. I thought I would be seeing flamingos, but my tour guide had only one focus: Anna Nicole Smith and her paternity suit that rocked the Bahamas, bringing the nation's government to its knees...
Emalie Marthe

Werner Herzog Has a Lot of Time for WrestleMania

This month, Faber published A Guide for the Perplexed, a compendium of conversations between Herzog and the writer Paul Cronin. As a testament from one of the world's most prolific filmmakers, it reads almost as self-help.
Nathalie Olah

The Barbaric and Disturbing Art of Reality TV

An interview with performance artist and underground style icon Kate Durbin.
Rachel Rabbit White

The Anna Nicole Smith Opera Is a Piece of Terrible Garbage

The New York City Opera is broke, and the only way it can crawl from the fiscal morass it's tumbled down is by taking dead aim on New York gays, like me, and giving us exactly what we've never wanted: the shittiest Anna Nicole Smith tribute that's ever...
Mitchell Sunderland

First Patrick Bateman, Now Anna Nicole Smith?

Mary Harron got her start writing for Punk magazine and directed American Psycho and I Shot Andy Warhol, among other films. So it's a little bit odd that her latest film is not only a biopic of legendary gold digger Anna Nicole...
Mitchell Sunderland
The Cospiracy Theories Issue

Touching People

So your copy of Heavy Metal Parking Lot is so mint you want to "jump its bownes" and the audio on your Senator Budd Dwyer Blows His Head Off video is so clear you can hear "hey Bud, Bud, don't!" in your nightmares.
Christi Bradnox