"The Puritan idea of hell is a place where everyone has to mind his own business," said Wendell Phillips.
OK, now here's one I'm pouring the saltshaker over, but . . . in show biz, one never knows. Today's crazy, "it'll-never-catch-on" computer-imagery is tomorrow's "Avatar." So, let's float this. Just for fun.
Recently, there have been a lot of paparazzi photos of Shia LaBeouf shirtless, pumped-up, leaving the gym. He's training with Michael Alexander in Beverly Hills. (Mr. Alexander is one of many who declare themselves as "trainer to the stars.")
Never an out-of-shape young man, Shia is now buffed to the max. Is he readying for an action/adventure movie? Maybe. But according to my source, the "Transformers" and "Wall Street 2" star is actually getting in super-shape for -- are you ready? -- a sequel to "American Gigolo." That was the iconic 1980 film about a male prostitute, played with full frontal brio by Richard Gere.
In this proposed sequel, Gere will appear in his original role; now a much-matured hustler-turned-male-madam. LaBeouf is the fresh meat on the block.
Also said to be putting in return appearances are Hector Elizondo, as a cop, and Lauren Hutton. You'll recall that in the first "Gigolo," Miss Hutton was the one woman for whom Mr. Gere seemed willing to give up his laid-back lifestyle and Armani suits.
There's not a whisper of this project anywhere. But I know if I call anybody, first it will be denied, the next day, a general release will go out.
Hmmm. Let's see how the trousers drop on this one.
To be honest, the truly significant challenge would be coming up with a compelling soundtrack to compare with Giorgio Moroder's original masterpiece of mood music.
Who can forget Blondie's "Call Me," which became the film's theme, or the scene where Gere is laying out his clothes for a night of seduction, while Smokey Robinson's "The Love I Saw in You Was Just a Mirage" played?
"American Gigolo" was one of the first films to be at least partially driven to success by its soundtrack. (Now, it seems many movies are nothing more than soundtracks, with a bad movie attached.)
Speaking of pop . . . I do mean, Iggy Pop! The legendary rocker was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame the other night in New York at the Waldorf Astoria. (Others inducted included Genesis, ABBA, the Hollies, reggae icon Jimmy Cliff, producer David Geffen and songwriters Cynthia Weil and Barry Mann.)
The second that inductee Iggy hit the stage to perform, he -- naturally! -- stripped to the waist. This is his signature look and at 62, he's in remarkable shape. However, fashion's Diane von Furstenberg at first covered her eyes at the sight of Iggy's firm and glistening torso. Her husband, Barry Diller, apparently blinded by Pop's six-pack, put on his sunglasses.
Less fleshy highlights included Chris Isaak's Elvis impersonation ... Bruce Springsteen and wife Patti Scialfa kissing and cuddling all night long ... Meryl Streep vociferously cheering the induction of ABBA. (Meryl, of course, starred in the ABBA musical, "Mamma Mia!") ... Ronnie Spector bringing down the house with, "Be My Baby."