Is it just me, or, with all that money, could Phil Spector find a better wig? (WARNING: NSF-after-meal-viewing.) It's like some kind of Carol Channing/Monkees mashup.
Seriously, though, I'm totally riveted by the coverage of his trial in the Los Angeles Times, and have been trying to not miss any of the accounts of all the witness-stand drama. I lap this stuff up as much as the average reader of People magazine. How sad is that?
Actually, I find "The Lana Clarkson Story" to be ripe for making into a Lifetime or Oxygen movie (does Oxygen produce its own movies? I've never watched it) after all this is over. It's a typical everybody-wants-to-be-a-star story of struggling actress being chewed up by the Hollywood machine and never making huge gains... ever living on the margins of celebrity... reduced to hostessing at the House of Blues. Except most struggling actresses don't end up with their molars scattered all over the foyer of an ageing record producer's Alhambra manse. It's so Sunset Boulevard.
I may someday need to rent Fast Times at Ridgemont High, Barbarian Queen, and Amazon Women on the Moon to check out some of the tragic Clarkson's oeuvre.