Anti-Fracking-Gate Erupts in a Moment of Nostalgia… Sorry Mariel

I was perfectly good with my blog on Mariel Hemingway and Ed Begley Jr.‘s conspiracy to commit, er, money stuff on their Hollywood friends yesterday, when Robert Stacy McCain and Evil Blogger Lady reminded me of the difficulty I had walking without making a scene, the first time I saw Hemingway on screen.

But the story doesn’t end there.

Now, as Jim Treacher tells us this morning, the greenie frauds who were trying to produce the anti-fracking film with secret Arab oil money are screaming foul.

Hollywood Reporter:

The journalist who captured Mariel Hemingway, Ed Begley Jr. and other environmentalists in secretly recorded video may have broken laws. There has been “a tremendous amount of negative fallout,” says Begley Jr.

Which means Mark Ruffalo and Woody Harrelson must not be returning Ed’s calls after Ed got caught on camera promising to punk them on the financing details.

Filmmakers who were targets of an undercover sting operation by James O’Keefe have filed a criminal complaint with police and have asked the FBI to determine whether federal laws were broken when the journalist surreptitiously recorded phone calls and a lunch meeting, a spokesman for movie producers Josh and Rebecca Tickell said Wednesday.

“I can confirm that this matter has been reported to federal and local law enforcement for investigation of whether certain state and federal laws were violated,” said Jonathan Franks, a managing partner at Lucid Public Relations. …

“I can also confirm that a person identifying himself as Mr. O’Keefe telephoned Green Planet and informed the secretary that his next release would ruin the Tickells’ lives and careers.”

But of course the Tickells didn’t record that call because that would be illegal. Heh-heh.

So they’ve called the law on James O’Keefe (like that ain’t been done before) and they’re even complaining that he’s made harassing phone calls (I can see O’Keefe now, in a phone booth with his hanky over the receiver.) because this… this… this… polluter person just won’t go away.

Which in Hollywoodese means: Dear God, what’re we gonna do? Our lives and careers are ruined!!!

No doubt James will weather this like the true patriot he has always been.

Anyway…

Now I feel both a little remorseful and nostalgic, though.

Oh, not about Ed Begley Jr. The best thing I could ever say about him was that his dad Ed Begley Sr. made a really great bad guy in all those movies I saw as a kid. Ed Sr. If you’re listening up there, you raised a total p*ssy.

But Mariel was hot with melted chocolate and sprinkles on top!

Okay, I’ll cop. She’s still kind of hot.

Sorry Mariel, but you shouldn’t a made me do it, baby. I had to send you over, see? Maybe in 20 years, when you get out of Tehachapi… I’ve gotta take you down to the hall now.