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Some big names have signed on for some big projects in the wood.

Leonardo DiCaprio is said to be teaming up with Martin Scorsese yet again, but this time for a biopic about the late great Frank Sinatra! The actor and director have worked together on four other great movies, so this one should [...]

Scarlett Johansson Wants To Sing Like Sinatra

Scarlett Johansson hopes she’ll wake up one day with the ability to sing like legendary crooner Frank Sinatra.
Well….Good Luck With That, Sister!

The Lost in Translation star admits the Rat Pack singer-actor was one of her childhood heroes and she hopes to emulate his singing voice in the future.
“I always wanted to be Frank [...]

Bill Barol: Walter Cronkite: A Yet Further Reappraisal

A July 17 appraisal of Walter Cronkite’s career was corrected at length by The New York Times on July 22. In the last week a…

Amy Winehouse Father Releasing Album

Mitch Winehouse, father of troubled singer Amy Winehouse, has decided to release an album and is currently busy selecting tracks, including Frank Sinatra covers, to include on his debut effort.

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A source tells The Sun: “Mitch has been working on it for a while now. Amy always credits her dad with getting her into singing. He [...]

US mayors and rabbis held in corruption inquiry

Two New Jersey mayors and dozens of political and religious figures were arrested today and charged in a massive bribery and money laundering scheme that included traffic in human body parts.

As part of an 10-year investigation into pervasive public corruption in New Jersey, hundreds of FBI agents fanned out across the state this morning to make arrests and search offices. Later, law enforcement vehicles crowded in front of agency offices as agents waited to unload their quarry.

Among those arrested following were Hoboken mayor Peter Cammarano III, Secaucus mayor Dennis Elwell, Jersey City deputy mayor Leona Beldini, state legislator Daniel Van Pelt, officials in the state capital, and several Syrian-Jewish rabbis who officials said laundered illicit cash through charities they controlled.

“The list of names and titles of those arrested today sounds like a roster for a community leaders meeting,” said Weysan Dun, a top New Jersey FBI agent.

The 44 people arrested today were snared by a single FBI witness who laundered $3m through networks with branches in the US, Israel and Switzerland, and paid more than $650,000 in bribes to the accused politicians, FBI officials said.

One northern New Jersey man, Levy Izhak Rosenbaum, was charged with conspiring to traffic human organs. Officials said he promised to sell to the witness’s relative for $160,000 a kidney he had acquired for $10,000.

The witness at the centre of the investigation was himself charged in 2006 with bank fraud, and was familiar enough with the argot of bribery and international organised crime to win the suspects’ trust, court filings in the case show. In several of the cases, he posed as a developer interested in paying public figures under the table to expedite real estate projects.

The deals caught on video and audio recordings took place in boiler rooms, bathrooms and diners, with the suspects coaching the witness on code language to use in facilitating the transactions.

Offered cash to speed along a proposed real estate project, Cammarano promised: “You’re gonna be treated like a friend,” according to court documents filed in the case.

“Just make sure you expedite my stuff,” the witness told Cammarano. “That’s all I ask.”

After suggesting he hire Van Pelt as a “consultant” on a project, the witness told the politician he was a member of neither the Democratic nor Republican parties, but was a member of the green party, where “green is cash”, according to a court filing.

Many of the arrested come from a gritty, urban area of New Jersey directly across the Hudson River from New York City that in recent years has attracted young professionals driven out of New York by high real estate prices. Hoboken is most famous as the home town of singer Frank Sinatra.

New Jersey has a long record of political corruption, and the FBI said the new haul adds to dozens previous convicted in recent years.

“The victims in these corruption cases are the citizens of this state,” said Ralph Marra, US attorney for the state of New Jersey, “and the honest businessmen who don’t pay off”.

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Is it time to kill off Big Brother?

It’s 10 years since Channel 4 broke new ground with the first series of Big Brother. Surely it’s now time to close the door once and for all

Carrie Dunn’s top 10 Big Brother moments

In pictures: this year’s Big Brother housemates

Anyone who compiles or takes part in quizzes soon realises that the reliably killer question involves the identity of any of the participants in Big Brother or its Celebrity spin-off, apart from the late Jade Goody, Shilpa Shetty or, if there happen to be some TV stattos in the room, just possibly “Nasty Nick” Bateman. He helped to make the Channel 4 show famous by being thrown out of the opening series, of course. Bateman’s offence – manipulating the voting process – now seems absurdly quaint in comparison with the racism, bullying, sexual exhibitionism and desperate craving for fame that subsequent contestants have displayed over the last decade.

This rapid amnesia about what happens in one of Britain’s best-known TV programmes – does anyone now remember Rachel Rice, the 2008 winner? – is a sign of the crisis affecting the franchise. Part of the power of the show is that it had achieved the rare trick of being visible even to those who don’t watch it, through coverage elsewhere.

But, for the first time in a decade, anyone who is not a dedicated viewer will have little sense that the 2009 contest is even proceeding, as previous media cheerleaders ignore the current tussle between “Dogface” and the other wannabes. This is significant because newspapers largely try to anticipate their readers’ interests, and so the silence reflects an impression that the door of the house is closing.

Admittedly, as commissioners discover when they attempt to remove any regular item from the schedule, most programmes retain a basic hard-core audience to the end of their days and even beyond. Big Brother still has a very stubborn rump of viewers (between 1.8 and 2 million since the 10th series began on 4 June) and it is still possible that a dramatic twist – homicide, suicide, or swine flu sweeping the house – could make the numbers jump. But BB is now frequently beaten by rival offerings on BBC2 and its graph is clearly downward: the third series, for example, averaged 5.8 million viewers.

The biggest contributory factor is simply the passage of time: the fact that the show is now 10 years old. More than any other art-form, television is driven by audible ticking. If someone has an idea for a movie, a stage play or a radio programme that has to last for four hours, producers can accommodate this project if they want to. TV, though, is run on a largely inflexible grid system, in which programmes are allocated segments of an hour. Big Brother, for example, was conceived as what’s known as a “x 30″ but eventually settled as a “x 60″ , with extensions to “x 90″ or “x 120″ for the introductory and concluding programmes of each run.

Beyond this, however, there’s a strong suspicion that there is also a clock running on how long a successful programme can hold the audience’s attention. And statistical evidence compellingly suggests that, for an entertainment format, the limit is eight years.

Changing Rooms and Ground Force – market- leaders in the home make-over genre that was the telly sensation in the decade before incarceration game-shows – ran from 1996 to 2004 and 1997 to 2005 respectively. Another 90s phenomenon, Noel’s House Party, in which Noel Edmonds presciently invited the inter-active participation of both viewers and celebrities, also served exactly two American presidential terms.

So there may be something prime about the number eight, and almost any TV phenomenon you choose seems to illustrate this. The X Factor and Strictly Come Dancing have currently been running for five years and there is already a feeling of age, as shown by the nervous reshuffling of judges on both programmes. Intriguingly, Big Brother’s steepest and most sustained ratings dip happened after the eighth year. And, with this series, the feeling that a television shelf-life has been passed is greatly increased by the withdrawal of support from the media.

Although it has officially been sponsored by a succession of corporate brands – currently, Lucozade Energy – the most important patron of the format has been reporting. Big Brother’s success was encouraged, from early on, by unusual levels of publicity. Most of the popular press, but the Sun, News of the World and Heat magazine in particular, were willing to give headline coverage to the housemates and their departures, both from the show and the rules. This symbiotic relationship with a TV format was not unique – it had begun with soaps, the red-tops regularly splashing on plot-lines and cast-changes in EastEnders and Coronation Street – but the remarkable aspect of this stage of the game was that such attention was being given to a series transmitted on a minority network, Channel 4.

The reasons why newspapers chased the housemates reflected changes in the conduct of journalism. Traditional reporting became more difficult: first because of budget cuts and then as a consequence of both celebrities and members of the public being given greater protection, by regulators and the courts, against invasion of privacy. Conventional stars also became less willing to cooperate with the tabloids: the set of EastEnders, for instance, became more resistant to journalists after a string of stories about performers, including Leslie Grantham, that exposed areas that the publicists would have preferred not to be seen.

In this context, the housemates were a Red Cross food parcel dropped on to the battlefield of Wapping. They willingly behaved badly in the public domain, their actions were recorded quite legally and consensually on tape, and they were unlikely to have lawyers or PR companies trying to spin their stories in a kindlier light.

Their names and faces were also immediately recognisable to readers in a way that would take a pop or movie star at least several months to achieve, and anticipated the later explosive fame, in another reality TV genre, of Susan Boyle and others. In fact, curiously, the combined readership of the papers reporting on Big Brother generally exceeded the size of the Channel 4 audience, so that some people clearly knew these fresh celebrities purely from the news coverage of them.

Nor was this fascination a purely populist phenomenon. For the first few series, I or another Guardian TV critic would be hired to cover the most significant episodes of each run on the news pages: the ejection of Nick Bateman was a headline splash in every paper except the Financial Times. Recently, though, the black-tops have cut back or abandoned their analysis, having come to the conclusion that what began as an interesting psychological project has become a forum where morons audition for fleeting celebrity.

This year, the red-tops have also opted out, partly because of a conviction that the show is finished – critics such as Ian Hyland of the News of the World and Ally Ross of the Sun have almost ostentatiously ignored the show – but also because the 10th series has had the misfortune to coincide with a news cycle of unusual intensity. Big Brother had previously benefitted from running in the summer when there are usually pages waiting to be filled, but, this year, a succession of fantastic happenings – parliamentary expenses, the death of Michael Jackson, swine flu – has sucked the oxygen of publicity away from the show.

Perhaps symbolically, the first of these outbreaks of media hysteria involved the death of one of the 2002 Big Brother runners-up, who came to eclipse all the winners in fame. It is given to few people to take a whole section of life with them when they die: cricket survived the loss of Don Bradman, popular music the demise of Frank Sinatra. But there seems every chance that the obituaries of Jade Goody will also be the death notices of housemate game-shows.

As with Goody, it’s important to acknowledge that the span included commendable aspects as well as detrimental ones. The first series of Big Brother and the debut of its Celebrity sister were brave and innovative programmes, achieving a height of naturalistic interaction and depth of psychological insight that have rarely been equalled on TV.

But, like a young child invited to perform an encore of a cute song, the show rapidly became too knowing and desperate to be noticed. Big Brother became a perfect illustration of a frequent television paradox: the idea with a long economic life but a short artistic one.

Its effects on both television and wider society, however, were immense. Its biggest impact was to make power more precarious.

In recent years, beleaguered prime ministers, relegation-threatened football managers and CEOs facing hostile shareholder meetings have all complained about the rise of a “get them out” mentality, in which the public expects swift revenge on anyone who offends them, regardless of contracts, electoral mandates or previous performance.

During a football commentary last season, distinguished former manager Jimmy Armfield made a direct comparison between reality and talent shows and the increasingly brutal job insecurity of coaches: “Now, it’s one bad Saturday and they want you out.” Gordon Brown, in his various tributes to Jade Goody, may also have reflected that the mechanism of her success was a factor in the constant cloud of failure hanging over his premiership.

The consequences of Big Brother for television were equally profound. One repercussion was welcome: several actors have told me that they were encouraged to change their performance styles by the remarkable artlessness of the early series featuring real people. Seen beside the home-video spontaneity of the first housemates, conventional acting looked like overacting.

The popularity of the mock-documentary format in comedy and drama – in the semi-improvised dramas of Dominic Savage, The Office, The Thick Of It and others – can also be attributed to the presence of this benchmark of realism in the schedule. In a recent interview, Russell T Davies, saviour of Doctor Who and creator of Torchwood, argued provocatively that the rise and fall of Susan Boyle on Britain’s Got Talent was, whatever moral concerns it raises, the greatest drama of the year and challenges the makers of fiction to come up with stories that engage the public and the media at such a level.

But, less beneficially for the medium, executives saw, in real-people formats, a cheaper way of delivering the pleasures of drama and documentary, with the additional advantage that economy could be dressed up as democracy. Those who argue that Big Brother has ruined Channel 4 are too apocalyptic – its comedies, documentaries and dramas have continued to out-perform larger broadcasters at the Bafta awards – but there has been a devastating shift in the perception of the network. A broadcaster set up to bring variety and innovation to the schedules is now most associated with a single brand that specialises in giving deranged wannabes a brief television career. Many producers feel that C4 put all its eggs in a basket that has turned out to be a basket-case.

It seems likely that shows in which strangers share a house or a tropical rainforest will turn out to have been a temporary genre, like makeover programmes, rather than a permanent format such as soap or news or drama. But the results of this 10-year experiment will hang around like radioactivity. The fact that the next television novelty after incarceration game-shows was the revival of talent contests (The X Factor, Britain’s Got Talent) suggests that “real people” will remain the medium’s favoured working material: partly because it is cheaper but also because television has become addicted to verisimilitude, or at least the appearance of it.

In both television and newspapers, there will be an attempt to reduce the cruelty and glee that have been central to both the production and the coverage of reality TV but, here as well, you wonder if the poison is in the water and nastiness – with inter- mittent outbreaks of sentimental guilt – is now a part of what we do. There is, with all due respect to the dead, a word for the state in which 10 years of Big Brother has left television – Jaded.

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Penelope Andrew: Jacqueline Bisset, Actress with Legendary Film Pedigree, Stars in Death in Love Filmed, Set & Opening in NYC

The film is set in New York City in the 1990s. Yakin, a native New Yorker, shot the film in 25 days and financed it himself.

David Wild: Honk if You Love . . . Smokey Robinson

The very idea of Smokey Robinson singing Norah Jones’ “Don’t Know Why” is almost too perfect in theory. In reality, it’s much better than that.

Having tea with Russia’s Deripaska

Russian billonaire, Oleg Deripaska, normally tries to avoid the media spotlight. But Tim Whewell was able to spend some time with him and gain an insight into his life.

Russian billonaire Oleg Deripaska

Having spent a couple of days in the company of the 164th (until recently ninth) richest person in the world, I can report that he knows an awful lot about the properties of silver foil, plans to make Russia into a nation of white-van lovers, and is partial, late of an evening, to a cup of special Siberian herbal tea.

I can report nothing about the view from his spectacular yacht, the Queen K, where he famously entertained Lord Mandelson, the speed of his private jet, or the furnishings in any of his many homes – because that was not the "vulgar" subject matter the Aluminium King of Russia, Oleg Deripaska, had in mind when he invited me on a private tour of his empire.

No. We were going to roll up our sleeves, put on our safety glasses and hard hats – and talk production.

We were interested in the source of wealth, not its trappings.

In the 85% automation level on the assembly line at GAZ, his car plant at Nizhny Novgorod on the Volga – the 3,200 welding spots on his latest model, the Volga Siber – the accuracy on his quality control apparatus of one micron – a thousandth of a millimetre, the 415,000 amp current that electrolyses the alumina at his smelter in Sayanogorsk in southern Siberia – do not stand too close – and the scorching 730 degrees Celsius inside the furnace.

Mr Putin driving a 1956 Volga

These are statistics to conjure with, not those you may have heard before about Mr Deripaska – how he was worth $28bn (£17.5bn) last year and only $3.5bn (£2.1bn) now.

In any case, he disputes those figures.

He never had anything like as much as they say, and anyway, he parries jovially as we sit back in his company’s Swiss-style chalet high in the Sayan Mountains, do I know how much money I have got

Touche! I am stuck.

On the one hand, I feel a certain moral obligation to stand up for that portion of the world’s population that does need to keep abreast of its financial affairs.

On the other hand, do I really want my new friend to think I am some kind of Fagin, sitting up half the night over piles of pennies

Mineral exploration

From this you will probably have gathered that Mr Deripaska and I quickly established an easy, bantering relationship.

He not only looks much younger than his 41 years, he is positively boyish in his energy and enthusiasms.

And so we bound down the assembly line at GAZ discussing axles and suspension, touching on the benefits of the Toyota Management System, debating why Britain lets its engineering talent go to waste.

Later in the week, four time-zones to the east, he diverts his helicopter to take me low over the breath-taking Sayano-Shushenskaya dam, once the highest in the world, the source of all those amps in the smelter.

All the time he is pointing down excitedly at the spruce-covered hillsides, telling me what geologists might find next under Siberia.

He has cornered the market in aluminium, but that is not enough. Down there is copper. Further on, molybdenum.

The helicopter’s nice, furnished with cream leather sofas. But we are asked not to film it. For security reasons and also, you will remember, because that is not the kind of thing we are interested in on this trip.

He tells me about all the extra trees he is going to plant around his factory, down where the mountains meet the bare steppe. He tells me about the computers he is giving to schools.

Becoming friends

Only late at night in the chalet – and Mr Deripaska likes late nights – do we turn briefly to darker, more emotional matters.

UK Business Secretary Lord Mandelson

"Why," he asks suddenly and insistently, "do the British press hate Peter Mandelson so much"

And again I am stuck. Because while I can think of many possible answers to this question – all intriguing enough to occupy a happy hour over a pint down at my local – I am talking now to Peter’s friend, a guy I am trying to bond with.

And so we return to the subject of whether his light commercial vehicle, the Gazelle, could have been improved by technology from the British firm he once owned, LDV.

I will be honest. I am not very interested in vans.

But I liked Oleg Deripaska.

I liked his teasing grin. I liked his ready laughter. And I appreciated his delicacy in not wining and dining me.

Our trip to Siberia was good for both our reputations – because, in these stern days of expense-related scandals, I have almost nothing to declare – only his herbal tea, the master-class in foil making, the unforgettable swoop in the helicopter – oh, and a tiny souvenir ingot of the first aluminium from his smelter.

As for a journey on a gigantic yacht – as Frank Sinatra almost sang in "Who Wants to be a Millionaire" – I am so glad I did not.

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