In late 1981, pregnant again, she now wanted this baby and when she told De Niro, that set him off 'on what she described as a series of ugly and intimidating conversations and encounters aimed at getting her to terminate the pregnancy'.'He drew the line at providing her with his medical history or a blood sample, fearing that she didn't merely want to be able to fill in the gaps in the baby's medical records, as she said, but rather that she was after more money,' writes Levy. When Cybill Shepard came to New York to prepare for acting in Taxi Driver, De Niro agreed to work with her for several days at the St. ‘There was an enormous amount of chemistry between De Niro and me’, Cybill stated. Family: De Niro's father, Robert snr, was an abstract expressionist painter who counted Willem de Kooning and Mark Rothko among his friends.
Bisexual, he separated from De Niro's mother but was close to his son At work: Robert De Niro Sr.
In New York, De Niro visited Belushi at his downtown apartment where the pair partied.
In Los Angeles, the meeting ground was Belushi was ensconced in a bungalow for the ultimate wild partying privacy and De Niro in a suite in the hotel’s main building where he carried on his own partying with several women, alcohol and cocaine.
De Niro telephoned Belushi on the night of March 4th, 1982, to join him and actor pal Harry Dean Stanton at On the Rox, an infamous nightclub on the Sunset Strip where the best musicians drifted through and played in the company of boozing movie stars and celebrities.
He’s confident, cocky and romantic, but rarely vulnerable. He played Flea, a hard-edged incarcerated criminal, and I sat in the front row of the audience so close to him I could’ve plucked the cigarette he inexpertly sucked right out of his mouth.with the German-born American abstract expressionist artist Josef Albers who was greatly influential with his study of color theory and his teachings from the Bauhaus, the notable school of art, architecture and design in Weimar, Germany.Family link: Robert De Niro and his current wife, Grace Hightower, pictured in front of one of his father's works as he announced the Robert De Niro Sr. The prize reflects his closeness to his father Both he and De Niro were partying with cocaine and De Niro was living between New York and Hollywood, keeping his wife, Diahnne Abbott in a house in Brentwood while he stayed at the Chateau Marmont - the fabled hotel on Sunset Boulevard, populated by celebrities and where anything went.Twenty years ago this month a young man’s trajectory to stardom was cut tragically short. and I’m wiped out after a long waitressing shift for the Ahmanson Theater crowd in downtown L. I’m about to turn out the light over the clock radio when my phone rings. His voice is weighted by sadness, urgent with some indecipherable fear. ” “I’ll be right there.” Banging the phone down, I yank on my sweats and grab the glasses I wear when I’m not wearing contact lenses. ” “My dad’s funeral.” On screen is newsreel footage on a VHS tape of his father’s ceremonial funeral in Hong Kong sixteen years earlier. I’m not interested in Bill, who looks a lot like me, blonde, blue-eyed, familiar. To me he’s exotic, fine-boned, hazel-eyed, with dark brows and hair. As the night winds down I’ve given up my Brandon quest. ” He seems to consider the idea for the first time, teasing me a bit.
Legendary martial artist and actor Bruce Lee’s charismatic son, Brandon Lee, was carving a name of his own in film when he died tragically on the set of the gothic, comic film is Here. I figure it’s my old college roommate calling after anchoring the eleven o’clock news at KSBW Monterey. I jump in my shoe-skate Honda and pull out of my garage in sixty seconds flat. When I arrive I find Brandon in his bedroom huddled under his heavy duvet. I climb into bed next to him, put my arms around him. In the grainy footage Bruce Lee’s corpse rests in an open casket displayed to all in a throng-filled square that’s a paparazzi/media circus. Brandon’s mom, Linda, wearing short brown hair, maintains a stoic expression behind dark sunglasses until she’s led to the casket and sees her husband. I sit at a table despondently finishing my beer when I feel two hands placed on either of my shoulders. “I guess I am.” “Good,” I say with a confidence I wish I had when it came to auditions. On the day Brandon dies I work the lunch shift at a Santa Monica restaurant called Ocean Avenue Seafood. But when I get home around three o’clock there are twenty-three messages on my answering machine.Two minutes later I’m on the back of Brandon’s fast-flying motorcycle grabbing on to this leather-jacketed wild-child for dear life. With quick-sweating palms I push the message button. But that night I have the closest thing to a panic attack I’ve ever had. Thus begins my year of magical thinking: I believe wholeheartedly that Brandon sought Fame to step out from under his father’s shadow and the price of Fame was his life. Quicker than I can open my eyes he’s moved off the bed and nimbly picked up a baseball bat he keeps by the door of his bedroom. I listen nervously for sounds of violence in the living room, wondering what I’ll do if I actually hear any.