As recently as 2010, The Reporter would have had a hard time persuading its own etiolated staff to gather for a party, much less marquee stars. The trade newspaper, founded in 1930, was bleeding from layoffs, vanishing advertisers and ferociously competitive entertainment industry blogs. It had become what moviedom dreads most: a has-been.
Indeed, there was no Spago mojo coursing through that sickly, weakened staff. It was a gang that Snoop Dogg, the DJ at the February 4 event from which Barnes leads, might have deemed distinctly lacking in “shizzle.”
Another way Barnes paints the dramatic before-and-after-Janice-Min picture is by calibrating how many less parties the magazine’s staff used to have the inside office-track on. Nothing much more than an event celebrating the “Next Generation” issue and a “dull breakfast marking the publication of THR’s 100 Most Powerful Women in Entertainment.”
By the way, if we had chosen here to highlight a sentence of the day rather than just a word, the honors would probably still belong to Barnes for – “Picture potbellied agents with vodka-tonic breath pawing through a cashew bowl.” Read his full piece here.[Photo of Snoop at Spago: Helga Esteb/Shutterstock.com]