SAG-AFTRA head Fran Drescher working with Trump on a tax break deal for Hollywood

Seeking homegrown ‘action’

SAG-AFTRA President Fran Drescher was in discussion with President D. Trump’s administration re: his proposed 100% tariffs on films made overseas.

As explained through p.r. man Jesse Nash, SAG wants tax abatements for movies made here, in lieu of 100% tariff on foreign films.

Drescher: “Tax abatements make sure our industry gets what’s needed to compete with other countries. Difficult to discourage business from going overseas if it’s not economically affordable here. We won’t need tariffs. It’s the bottom line — people don’t want to take a production overseas. Tax abatements create an environment in the USA that makes it as appealing as in other nations to produce. The problem is then solved.”

The talks are ongoing. 

Celeb road show

In the Stone Age, Frank Sinatra gave Ava Gardner headaches, jewelry and something called a 1957 Dual-Ghia car. A convertible. Who knows where the thing was made. I never heard of it before. Only 117 got made. Celebrities gobbled them up. Dean Martin had one. So the chassis must’ve had room for booze. Now someone named Schmitt owns it in someplace called St. Louis. A classic car dealer, looking to finally unload it, their ask is $349,000. Gas is extra. Navy blue, two-tone interior. Comes without Jerry Lewis in it. 

South Fork steaks

Besides rings, watches and perfectly manicured nails, rich bitches have a lot of time on their hands. So June 27 something called Uncharted is grabbing a Southampton gala. Michael Loeb’s house. Same one used on show “Billions.”

Six hundred attendees can rub cashmere shoulders with Stock Exchange President Lynn Martin, test simulators and nosh Tomahawk steaks and sushi. Tickets are $1,200.

Me, I wasn’t invited. I’m away. Too busy testing Dean Martin’s jalopy.

Leaping to the screen

Listen, be nice to me. I’m already helping you fill up your drab coming weekend:

Twirling around is Amazon’s “Étoile.” It pirouettes an imaginary NYC Ballet troupe with a Paris group. They swap lead dancers. One, Lou de Laâge, from Woody Allen’s “Coup de Chance” didn’t even parlez English off-screen.

De Laâge: “I did ballet as a kid. But had to relearn it. Took nine months. Scenes were in New York but comedy has different rhythms.”

Show’s from creators of “Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.” Luke Kirby, who was Lenny Bruce in that, now heads this new New York Ballet and says: “I’m putting on my ‘Red Shoes’ and working in New York City. Living and working in my hometown is the greatest.”

So, listen, sew up your tutu and turn the Philco dial to Amazon. 

Shrinking America

Americans have more food to eat than any other nation on earth — plus more diets to keep us from eating it. An Ozempic specialist to a chunky patient: “Follow this exact regimen I am now giving you. I want to see you back in my office for a checkup in two months. But I only want to see three-fourths of you.”

Alright already with AI. It now doesn’t need a bathroom break, rest period, time to take care of the kid, no day off to do hair or nails, doesn’t need the doctor appointments, answer the phone, erase its mistakes, employers don’t have to worry it’ll turn state’s evidence, won’t play with your husband, won’t stiff your in-laws and is not so smart that it’ll defect to Miami.

Only on Earth, kids, only on Earth.