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On my way to L.A. I met two wonderful ladies on the plane, Molly and Sarah Hassler. Both are fans of "Being Bobby Brown" and hopefully they will join the message board and give their inputs. They were kind enough to let me have their People and US Weekly magazine (Thank You again)
Here are the stories that are in both (July 11th Issues).
Us Weekly:
Bobby Bounces Back
On Being Bobby Brown (premiering June 30, Bravo, 10 P.M.), the troubled hip-hopper, 36, shows his good side (quality family time with kids) and bad (a court appearance for a allegedly hitting wife Whitney Houston). Hey, it's his prerogative!
Ever get tired of the cameras?
I snapped a few times. They can come in the bedroom, but they can't stay, you know?
Why air you legal woes on TV?
You have to see my side...What I go through every day. Don't judge me till you know me!
People:
Being Bobby Brown (reviewed by Mike Lipton)
"it's a new day," Bobby Brown tells his wife, Whitney Houston, on vacation in the Bahamas. "We got to think about nothing from the past." Actually the couples volatile history together is all I could think about while wading into this edgy, eight part cinema-verite portrait. In 2003 Brown, an R & B singer of fading renown, was arrested for allegedly hitting Houston, the Grammy-winning diva. The charge was eventually dropped with her support. Houston, meanwhile, has had two stints in drug rehab, the most recent this spring. Being Bobby Brown, shot during a six month period last year, glosses over the couples troubles while portraying them as teasing and affectionate with each other. In the first two episodes, through, there's an underlying tension, hints of wounds unhealed. Mindful of his bad-boy image, Bobby seems anxious to recast himself as a lovable rogue-horsing around with his kids (he has four, three from previous relationships),flirting with his masseuse and blustering about his maturity. At 38, "I'm growing up, man," he says. That's debatable. Whitney has to rein him in with blunt reprimands (she threatens to punch him over that masseuse). She also displays some unflatteringly diva-ish behavior, shooting away a fan who dares to interupt her meal. For all the unwanted attention, she and Brown are drawn to the camera like a pair of preening lions. They are never more on-and more spontaneously themselves-than when slow-dancing in the middle of a hotel lobby before a gaggle of tourists. To watch them revel tarnished celebrity is oddly uplifting.
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