Kings of Schlock

So I watched the A&E movie, Kings of South Beach, last night out of morbid curiosity. It attempted to tell the story of almost mythical club dude, Chris Paciello, whose name in the movie was absurdly changed to Chris Troiano, as was Ingrid Casares's--she was called Olivia. It was pure schlock. The only thing that was genius about the movie was the casting of Jason Gedrick as Paciello. Herald music writer Howard Cohen also brought up a genius point. They showed a dreadful Madonna lookalike dressed circa the Who's That Girl era sashaying into Liquid. Er, not so much. That was ten years prior. We're sure Madonna had better things to do than to watch that dreck, though.

Another project close to  home will soon be released. One time South Beach resident Gwen Cooper's Diary of a South Beach Party Girl in which she reveals a huge secret crush she once had on the Rat Pack's long lost South Beach cousin, John Hood.

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[How to Pick Up Girls]

Grosso says Paciello recently approached Gedrick on the street in LA. "You playing me in a movie?" he asked.

"Somebody like you," Gedrick answered.

"Well, at least they got a good looking guy," the not-so-protected witness said. Then he moved on down the street.

[DB]

Chris Paciello, jerk off-wannbe.

The only thing at which he succeded was becoming a rat.

Now he's taking 'his story' to Hollywood - a place that loves fakes, bullshitters, and junkies.

What's next - his memoirs on his life as a 'wiseguy'

[Joe DiB]

He belongs in Hollywood, a city ran by fakes, faggots and wannabes.

This was a kid who could not handle the life and folded like a washcloth.

Typical of his generation, soft.

[jackie bee]

A moron who lacked any real smarts, except for hustling - he cannot make it any other way.

Nothing more than a street punk from Staten Island, who liked to beleive his own image of 'up and coming wiseguy'.

A pussy mouthed rat in the end, who could not handle the real part of the life he liked others to beleive he was part of.

An errand boy.