It was 55 years ago today that Harvey Weinstein -- the most important New York film figure of our time not named Woody Allen or Martin Scorsese or Sidney Lumet or possibly Spike Lee in a pound-for-pound death match of cultural records -- was born to Miriam and Max Weinstein in Flushing, Queens. He has since blown out more than 1,500 birthday candles combined over the years, for which every accompanying wish has come true with the sole exception of that one about an Oscar nod for Sienna Miller. And evidently last weekend's Nomad wish didn't go so well, either.
But its a new year for Harvey, with new dreams and new goals. The MPAA is expected to gift-wrap an R-rating for Grind House (though late delivery is planned), and the House of Halston is all decked out for a party! I'm sure my invitation will arrive any minute. In any event, here's hoping for a happy 55th. Take the day off -- let Bob do the work for a change!
Posted at March 19, 2007 9:45 AM
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