Only in Jersey: 1/31/12

Welcome to the premiere edition of Only in Jersey!

What’s that? It’s a quick, concise rundown of breaking New Jersey-related entertainment news, brought to you by moi, a lifelong Jersey girl.

If it’s filming in Jersey, takes place in Jersey, or is about celebs from Jersey, I will cover it.

And, without any further ado, here are today’s items:

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The mighty mighty good men of the U.K.

What a man, what a man, what a man, what a mighty good man…

Oh yes, he is!

“He’s not a fake wannabe tryin’ to be a pimp

He dresses like a dapper don, but even in jeans

He’s a God-sent original, the man of my dreams”

Boy, Salt ‘N’ Pepa and En Vogue really were onto something, weren’t they? Then again, this song was penned in the mid-’90s, which is right about the same time I was totally geeking out lusting after men of the U.K. Actors, more specifically.

And I had a major flashback this weekend – via some British/Scottish-specific beefcake viewing – that reminded me that they are, indeed, God-sent originals.

"Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds. Or bends with the remover to remove. Oh no! It is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken. Willoughby. Willoughby. Willoughby."

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“Twilight”: Paging Dr. Cullen, please

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It was so nice of Quaker Bridge Mall to save Peter a spot...

If all doctors possessed the same bedside manner as Peter Facinelli, who plays vampire *dad* Dr. Carlisle Cullen in the “Twilight” films, methinks the world would be in fabulous shape.

Peter Facinelli waves to fans as he returns from a break Saturday at Quaker Bridge Mall in Lawrenceville, NJ./Photos by Ava Gacser

During a marathon 5-hour, charity-driven meet-and-greet session at Quaker Bridge Mall in Lawrenceville, NJ, on Saturday, Peter by turns displayed charm, kindness, patience and sheer fortitude. And even though he suffered a sore hand from signing so many autographs, Peter took only a short break and made sure he met every last fan.

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“True Blood”: Got Mott?

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Dearest Franklin Mott,

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…

Well, helllooooooo there, good lookin'.../Photo credit HBO

I’ve fallen head over heels for Bon Temps’ newest bad boy, Franklin Mott. I’m dying to know more about him (when he was turned, if he’s looking for another woman to obsess over – cause I’m available, ya know), and I sure have got my fingers crossed that Tara didn’t do him any more harm than dent his head in a little.

Side note #1: I’m finding myself writing this post in an adopted Sookie Stackhouse-like Southern accent. Kinda weird.

At any rate, while I whittle away the hours until my dear Franklin’s return to “True Blood” (and of his return I’m absolutely certain), I thought I’d pontificate on about the *history* I share with the fantabulous actor who plays him, James Frain.

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Take a walk in Jersey and you never know who you might see

If you live in Los Angeles, I imagine spotting celebrities is like spotting gas stations: There’s one on every corner.

How do you like John's jaunty hat?/Photo by Gretchen Dietze-Johnson

Not so in Jersey.

Case in point: My friend Gretchen ran into an actual, oh-my-gosh-I-know-this-person celebrity yesterday afternoon on the relatively mild-mannered streets of Princeton.

She was walking along Witherspoon Street on her lunch break when she passed by John Lithgow (he of “3rd Rock From the Sun” fame). And here, in Gretchen’s own words, is what happened:

“I knew I recognized him, but I couldn’t place the last name. A few moments later when I remembered the name, I turned around and walked quickly back to him.

Me: Excuse me… excuse me…

Him: Yes?

Me: I’m sorry, but you look like John Lithgow.

Him: I am.

(He shakes my hand and gives me a friendly hug.)

Me: Oh my God, can I get a picture?

Him: Sure.

Me (as I’m fumbling for my iPhone): I SO loved you on ‘Six Feet Under.’

Him: I”m sorry, but I wasn’t on ‘Six Feet Under.’ Are you thinking about ‘Dexter’? If so…

Me: YES! Oh my God, I’m so flustered!

Him: Hehe, that’s OK.

Me (after taking the picture): Thank you so much!

Him: You’re welcome.”

I always love hearing stories like this. John was excellent, by the way, in last year’s season of Showtime’s “Dexter” as the Trinity Killer. I also loved him in “The World According to Garp,” in which he played a transsexual former football player.

John, for the record, was in town performing his one-man show, “John Lithgow: Stories By Heart,” at the McCarter Theatre. His father, it just so happens, served as the theater’s executive director from 1963 to 1971. John is also a Princeton High School grad.

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