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Sum 41's Deryck Whibley alleges sexual abuse by former manager in new memoir 'Walking Disaster'

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Sum 41's Deryck Whibley alleges sexual abuse by former manager in new memoir 'Walking Disaster'

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Deryck Whibley is ready to tell you everything.

When the Sum 41 frontman first sat down to write what would become his unflinching memoir, “Walking Disaster: My Life Through Heaven and Hell,” he genuinely didn’t think his life merited an autobiography. At least not compared to volumes he’d read by his rock n’ roll idols, for example, Mötley Crüe’s debauchery-packed “The Dirt.” Still, he kept writing. As the words flowed out, Whibley realized he did have something important to say about the highs and lows of his career, including alleged sexual and verbal abuse by his band’s former manager.

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“I don’t look at my life as anything worth reading,” says Whibley, who is calling in from Miami where he and Sum 41 are due to perform as part of the band’s ongoing farewell world tour. “I’m just a guy who wrote some songs and had some success and went through a couple things. But then I thought, the idea of wrapping Sum 41 up [with a book] is a good way to move on from my past. I’m starting a new chapter.”

True to its title, Whibley’s book barrels in like a tornado of extreme highs and lows. There are the expected moments of rock star excess and depravity: chart-topping albums such as the 2001 punk revivalist “All Killer No Filler” and its darker 2002 follow up, “Does This Look Infected?” as well as tales of trashed hotel rooms, a night under the influence of a Japanese “mystic blue powder,” lavish celebrity-studded Hollywood parties and a whirlwind affair with Paris Hilton.

For every win, however, there is an excruciating defeat. Whibley also recounts the physical tradeoffs of band life: two herniated discs, nerve damage in his feet, a surprise bar attack in Tokyo, a debilitating panic and anxiety disorder, multiple near-death experiences, liver and kidney failure from drinking, and alcoholism. (Whibley celebrated 10 years of sobriety this spring.)

Whibley has talked about these challenges in interviews before. But there are key details about his life he’d shared only with a few people, revelations that he poured into the book. “I don’t know how to tell the real story without getting into some of this stuff, because it’s all intertwined with my life, intertwined with the music and in the band,” says Whibley. “It’s just such a big part of it.”

Throughout the pages of “Walking Disaster,” Whibley describes a fraught and frightening relationship with Sum 41’s first manager, Greig Nori, whom the singer alleges groomed and sexually and verbally abused him for years, starting when he was 16 and Nori was 34.

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Nori did not respond to The Times’ multiple requests for comment.

Nori, who fronts the Canadian punk group Treble Charger, had been a hometown hero to Whibley, who in the mid-’90s was getting Sum 41 off the ground with his high school friends — guitarist Jon Marshall, who was later replaced by Dave “Brownsound” Baksh; drummer Steve “Stevo32” Jocz; and bassist Richard “Twitch” Roy, later replaced by Jason “Cone” McCaslin. As Sum 41 were playing the local underground scene, Whibley’s idea of success meant getting out of Ajax, Ontario, Canada, a working-class suburb about 30 miles east of Toronto. (Whibley’s mother was 17 when she had him, and money was always tight.) So when he sneaked backstage at a local Treble Charger show and invited Nori to one of Sum 41’s upcoming performances, he felt ecstatic that Nori handed him his phone number.

As Whibley writes in “Walking Disaster,” he couldn’t believe his good fortune that Nori, whom he knew was older, would find him cool enough to engage with. When he’d call Nori to pepper him with music- and band-related questions, they’d stay on the phone for hours, talking about their lives and families. Nori even gave Whibley and Jocz their first drinks — glittering shots of Goldschläger, Whibley writes in the book.

Nori became Whibley’s songwriting mentor — later, Sum 41’s manager. He booked the group studio sessions, invited them to parties and raves, and helped them network with industry figureheads. “Greig had one requirement to be our manager — he wanted total control,” Whibley writes in the book. “We couldn’t talk to anyone but him, because the music business is ‘full of snakes and liars’ and he was the only person we could trust.”

One night when he was 18 and intoxicated at a rave, Whibley writes, Nori asked him to come to the bathroom to drop another hit of ecstasy. Jammed together in the stall, Whibley writes, Nori grabbed his face and “passionately” kissed him. Whibley writes that he walked away stunned. He’d never thought of Nori like that before, and Nori reasoned that while he’d never experienced same-sex attraction before, “[Whibley] brought it out in him because what [they] had was so special,” according to the book.

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As the weeks progressed, the book says, Nori tried to make the case to a disoriented Whibley that what they were doing was worth exploring because “so many of my rock star idols were queer. … Most people are bisexual; they’re just too afraid to admit it.” As Sum 41 grew in popularity, the band went on the road more and more. Whibley writes that he felt relief at the distance. Back home in Ajax, he writes that he attempted to end the physical encounters with Nori, as he ultimately didn’t identify as gay or bisexual. In the book, Nori grows irate in response, call Whibley homophobic and listing the myriad reasons Whibley “owed” him for helping his music career. Whibley writes how Nori would flip the script and accuse him of allowing the relationship to start.

Whibley tells The Times that he never told anyone about his relationship with Nori, who continued to claim they shared a “special connection” while pressuring Whibley into sexual relations. When Whibley began dating Avril Lavigne in 2004 (the two were married from 2006 to 2009), he writes in the book that he eventually confided in her, prompting Lavigne to exclaim, “That’s abuse! He sexually abused you.” Whibley also told his current wife of 10 years, Ariana Cooper, who reacted the same way, he says.

In the book, Whibley writes that Nori ultimately ceased instigating sexual encounters when a mutual friend learned what had happened. In the book, the friend tells Whibley and Nori that their relationship was abuse.

The sexual component to their relationship might have ended, but the alleged psychological and verbal abuse became worse, Whibley writes. Sometimes, Nori would lavish praise upon the frontman (usually when he wanted something). Other times, Whibley writes that Nori would berate him and pit the rest of the band against him, telling them that Whibley had “gone Hollywood” because of his relationship with Lavigne.

Whibley writes that Nori, who produced “Does This Look Infected?” and “Chuck,” would also insist that he be credited as a songwriter on most of Sum 41’s tracks, allegedly telling the band that the music industry would take them more seriously if they saw his name as a co-writer. (In 2018, Whibley won back the songwriting share of Sum 41’s publishing credits after filing a lawsuit against Nori.)

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At one point, Whibley writes, he urged his band members to fire Nori, leaving out the personal nature of their past and focusing on alleged managerial missteps: being unreachable, failing to respond to important requests, missing opportunities and even allegedly showing up to a Sum 41 show high on ecstasy. At first, his bandmates refused to part ways with their manager, Whibley writes, but Sum 41 did eventually fire Nori after the “Chuck” album cycle in 2005.

Blond singer in sleeveless shirt

Deryck Whibley of Sum 41 performs during the Festival d’été de Québec on Friday, July 15, 2022, in Quebec City.

(Amy Harris / Amy Harris/invision/ap)

Whibley still hasn’t told his bandmates — former and current — about his abuse allegations against Nori. He also hasn’t warned Nori about the allegations in “Walking Disaster,” though he admits that there’s a part of him, the one that used to feel emotionally manipulated, that feels like he should.

“You know, I don’t owe him anything,” he says. And yet he acknowledges that he still feels like he does. “I’ve had an inner battle, like, ‘Why do I want to tell him? Because I feel like I’m supposed to? Because he still has this thing over me?’ He controlled everything in my life, but even the rest of the guys through the band. We were all under his wing. Me more, obviously. But he was such a controlling person.”

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Aside from the allegations in the book, Whibley also claims that Nori’s control extended to the band members’ relationship with their parents. “He wouldn’t let our parents know anything,” Whibley tells The Times. “He tried to keep them away all the time. Now it makes more sense. Because he was the same age as our parents, and we didn’t know that at the time. He knew they would get suspicious of the way things were running. … He would always be like, ‘You can’t have a relationship with your parents and be in a rock band. It’s not cool. It’s going to hurt your career.’ ”

After Sum 41 fired Nori, Whibley moved forward. The band went on to release four more albums between 2007 and 2019; they were nominated for a Grammy in 2012 — best hard rock/metal performance for the song “Blood in My Eyes.” In 2014, he married Cooper; the two have two young children. In 2024, he reunited with Sum 41 to release their eighth and final project, the pop-punk-metal double album “Heaven :x: Hell.”

Book cover for "Walking Disaster: My Life Through Heaven and Hell"

Book cover for “Walking Disaster: My Life Through Heaven and Hell”

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As Whibley neared his 35th birthday almost a decade ago, he uncomfortably realized that he was approaching the same age Nori had been when they first met back in the ‘90s. He realized the imbalance of life experience and power.

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“It all became so clear,” Whibley says. “Then about a year later, the Me Too thing started happening. I started hearing stories of grooming, and it all started to make sense.”

For all the apparent transparency in “Walking Disaster,” courage was the last thing Whibley felt while writing about the worst moments of his life. He mostly felt embarrassment. “Like people are going to ridicule me and say, ‘This is your own fault,’ ” he says. “And then I got over caring about that.

A part of him felt conditioned to be ridiculed by people, because the band has been subjected to that over its career, he says.

“We’ve been counted out so many times. I automatically have this conditioning of, ‘Well, people are going to trash me. People are going to hate this.’ Even high school was like that.”

On this tour, he says, he has to remind himself every single night that people are there because they want to be here. ‘Because I am still conditioned to go out onstage feeling like I need to prove myself. I haven’t shaken that mindset yet.”

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The band’s final show will be in Toronto at the end of January, and Whibley is excited to see what’s next. He’s not a big planner, though he’s always ruminating about new opportunities — not to mention he’ll finally have time to take Cooper on a proper honeymoon. “Our last show is on Jan. 30, and by Feb. 1, I’ll be like, ‘OK f—, I got no job. What am I gonna do? What is exciting me today?’ ”

Whatever Whibley ends up pursuing, he’ll do with an open heart and clear mind, he says. “I didn’t hold back,” Whibley says of “Walking Disaster.” “I kind of got to a point where I’m like, ‘I don’t care what people take away from it.’ That was the only way I could write the book. And I think having that freedom may let me be as honest as I could be.”

He ends with a wry joke, revealing a flash of the scrappy, mischievous teen with big dreams of starting a punk band with his best friends. “I remember I told my wife, ‘I feel like I could run for office at this point, because there’s nothing you could f— find on me.’ ”

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‘Deep Water’ Review: Renny Harlin’s Double-Dip Disaster Movie — Plane Crash + Shark Thriller — Has His Signature Schlock Touch

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When a once-successful director finds himself stranded in a wilderness of misguided projects and indifferent audience response, he may try to reignite inspiration by going back to the ingredients of an iconic hit. If he can replicate the perfect storm of elements that made the earlier film work, maybe the new movie will put him back on top.

This kind of thing happens often enough — examples range from William Friedkin shooting for a West Coast “French Connection” with “To Live and Die in L.A.” to John McTiernan making “Die Hard with a Vengeance.” But we’re in a far more degraded realm of return-to-glory-days syndrome when it’s Renny Harlin out to recapture the low-trash spark of “Deep Blue Sea,” his well-liked exploitation action thriller. Talk about a 1999 movie that wasn’t about the brave new movie future!

It was about killer sharks (with enhanced intelligence!) eating people, and about a scientific experiment — something to do with curing Alzheimer’s — that was there to fill up the space between chompings. But “Deep Blue Sea,” whose big star was Thomas Jane, went down as a summer sleeper (it bit its way to $73 million domestic), and the nostalgic fondness that a lot of people have for it surely fed into why we’re now getting “Deep Water” (opening May 1), Harlin’s most lavishly scaled production in quite some time.

In the 1970s, disaster films had titles that described exactly what they were. “The Towering Inferno” was about a towering inferno, “Earthquake” was about an earthquake, and then there were films like “Meteor” and “Avalanche” and “The Swarm” and “The Hindenburg” and “City on Fire.” In that spirit, “Deep Water,” which is very much a neo-’70s disaster film. should have been called “Airplane Crash into a Sea of Jaws.” As it stands, the word in the film’s generic title that echoes that earlier Harlin movie is more than a bit ironic, since “deep” is just the word to describe what Renny Harlin’s movies are not. They are shallow. They are dramatically flat. They do not have interesting characters even on a schlock B-movie level. As a director, he has a sixth sense for how to reduce actors to walking slabs of pulp.

Yet there’s no denying that Renny Harlin, in his utilitarian action-hack way, has some chops. “Deep Water” starts out by introducing the main players on an intercontinental flight from Los Angeles to Shanghai. Aaron Eckhart, with his likable downcast valor, is the First Officer, a stalwart fellow who’s a bit of a ne’er-do-well (that’s why he’s never become a captain); he’s suffering from an oblique family trauma we can kind of suss out. Ben Kingsley is the captain, a jaded overseer on the verge of retirement who is introduced singing “Fly Me to the Moon” in a karaoke bar, where he somehow imagines that his crooning is going to have a seductive effect on the flight attendants seated at a table. (The truth is that he looks rather frighting in his sand-brown goatee.)

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We’re also introduced to the passengers, who are real Jane and Johnny one-notes, though we do take special notice of Dan (Angus Sampson), a long-haired slovenly bellicose chain smoker whose bulky red plastic suitcase the camera tracks onto the plane. For a while, we think it must have a bomb in it. It doesn’t, but it does contain something that randomly ignites, setting a fire in the cargo pod, which becomes an explosion, which ricochets into the cabin, at which point a hole gets blown in the side, one of the engines catches fire, and this thing is going down.

It doesn’t take excessive skill to make a plane crash scary, but Harlin executes this one with stylish flamboyance, as bodies get sucked out of the plane and flying wine bottles turn into shrapnel. Our heroes want to try landing at an airport in Guam, but that plan goes out the window, as they barely manage to ground the plane in the middle of the ocean.

There were 257 passengers aboard, all but about 30 of whom are now dead. The plane is in pieces, the main two chunks being the cockpit and the fuselage, both of which have been reduced to floating canisters with wires popping out of the sides. The plane’s pieces are now, in effect, life rafts (though there are some actual oversize yellow inflatable rafts aboard that will come into play). If the proper distress signal was set off (there’s some question about whether that happened), they should be rescued in a matter of hours. But until then…sharks!

They are mako sharks, which to my movie-trained eyes don’t look all that different from the great white shark in “Jaws,” as they flop their giant razor-toothed mouths aboard the rafts. “Jaws” was scary because it was about anticipation and sudden fear and the power of suggestion. “Deep Water,” on the other hand, has little in the way of suggestion, which is why it’s more gory than scary. Harlin stages the shark attacks in an overt here-ya-go way, with the one consistent suspense issue being whether the shark will consume a victim whole or bite off his or her limb or simply leave them with a nasty gash (which happens quite often).

Meanwhile, two bros (one American, one Chinese) start off as enemies but get over that, the scurrilous Dan continues to assert what a dick he is by smoking and snapping at everyone, and Eckhart’s character bonds with Cora (Molly Belle Wright), the now-orphaned young girl aboard, which triggers a reappraisal of his own domestic situation. Human drama! Not. (Or, at least, not very much.) Yet there’s a way in which it matters not, since even back in the ’70s the “human drama” of disaster films was just the frame on which to hang the sensationalist fantasy of death porn and survival. “Deep Water” isn’t terrible for what it is, but what it is is disaster product.

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Jada Pinkett Smith asks court to make Will Smith’s former friend pay her $49,000 legal bills

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Jada Pinkett Smith is asking a judge to make Bilaal Salaam cover the $49,000 in legal fees she racked up fighting claims he made in a December lawsuit.

According to a motion filed April 20 and obtained by The Times, Pinkett Smith is asking that Salaam pay $49,181.23, consisting of “reasonable attorneys’ fees incurred” in connection with Pinkett Smith’s successful special motion to strike Salaam’s complaint, “plus further fees and costs associated with this motion.”

Salaam — Will Smith’s former best friend of 40 years who also goes by Brother Bilaal — filed a lawsuit against the “Bad Moms” actor in December, alleging emotional distress and seeking $3 million in damages.

Salaam claimed that in September 2021, he attended a private birthday party for Will Smith at the Regency Calabasas Commons. According to his lawsuit, he was in the lobby of the movie theater when Pinkett Smith approached him with about seven members of her entourage and threatened him. Salaam’s suit claims that Pinkett Smith told him he would “end up missing or catch a bullet” if he kept “telling her personal business.” She also allegedly pressured him to sign a non-disclosure agreement.

In November 2023, Salaam appeared on the “Unwine With Tasha K” podcast and alleged that he walked into Duane Martin’s dressing room and saw Will Smith having a sexual encounter with the “All of Us” actor. He also made claims about Pinkett Smith’s sexual habits.

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Pinkett Smith swiftly responded during an appearance on “The Breakfast Club” and said that Salaam started the rumors as part of a broader “money shakedown” and that his claims were “ridiculous and nonsense.”

“It’s not true and we’re going to take care of it,” she said. “We’re about to take legal action.”

Salaam beat Pinkett Smith to the courthouse and sued her in December, but Pinkett Smith asked the judge to toss the case in February.

According to the motion filed this week, the former “Red Table Talk” host argues Salaam should pay her hefty legal bills because she “prevailed on her anti-SLAPP motion” and the court struck all allegations relating to media statements “that formed the basis for Plaintiff’s three causes of action, as well as additional allegations regarding a cease-and-desist letter.”

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‘Michael’ Review: A Perfect Puzzle With Major Missing Pieces

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SPOILER NOTICE:

The following movie review does not contains direct spoilers for the film Michael, however general information in regards to the plot, characters, key climax points, biographical information and themes explored in the film will be heavily discussed. Please read at your own discretion, or after seeing the film in theaters.

There have been, so far, four films that aim to depict some portion of the beautifully tragic life of late pop music pioneer Michael Jackson, otherwise known to the world as The King Of Pop.

You’ve got The Jacksons: An American Dream, the near-perfect 1992 ABC miniseries that gave MJ, his brothers and verbally abusive father Joe Jackson equal screen time in order to make for a proper origin story. Then there’s Man in the Mirror: The Michael Jackson Story, an abysmal 2004 VH1 TV movie that acts as a spiritual sequel yet truly should’ve never been made. Almost a decade ago we got Michael Jackson: Searching for Neverland, the 2017 Lifetime Network attempt to cover his final years of life, told from the perspective of two bodyguards employed by him for merely two-and-a-half years.

Today (April 24), the world finally gets to see Michael. The 2026 true-to-form biopic boasts the biggest budget compared to the previous three projects, distribution handled by the renowned Lionsgate Films, a director’s chair occupied by Antoine Fuqua (Training Day, Brooklyn’s Finest) and MJ’s own nephew, Jaafar Jackson, starring in the titular role alongside a glowing supporting cast that includes Colman Domingo (Rustin), Nia Long (Love Jones), Miles Teller (Divergent) and Larenz Tate (Menace II Society) just to name a few. Not to mention, it’s got full backing from The Jacksons family and 100% musical clearance to assure his biggest hits are heard on the big screen.

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With all that said, you might be expecting a masterpiece that borrows the best aspects from the original and rights the wrongs of the last two. Unfortunately, that’s not the case when it comes to Michael. Thankfully though, there’s so much more to love about this film in addition to a very strong potential for more.

Yes folks, we may very well be getting the first-ever sequel to a biopic sometime in the near future.

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Before we get ahead of ourselves by discussing a potential sequel, let’s first start off with what you get out of Michael. The film covers Joe’s formation of The Jackson 5 in 1966 and ends with MJ’s iconic 1988 Wembley Stadium stop on the Bad Tour. The filler in-between covers their Chitlin’ Circuit days, the Motown era, run-ins with Gladys Knight and The Pips, finding his voice with Off The Wall, the epic creation of Thriller, the Motown 25 NBC special and the infamous Pepsi burning incident. Each of these scenes are done with great detail and a passion from all involved to get it as close to the real-life moments. However, what’s missing stands out like a sore thumb.

Both Rebbie and Janet are nowhere to be found — they each requested their likeness not be depicted — and neither is MJ’s longtime muse, Diana Ross. It was reported that actress Kat Graham was actually casted in the part, only to later have her scenes cut completely due to legalities. Off The Wall also gets painted as his solo debut of sorts, completely ignoring the four successful solo albums that preceded it when he was just a preteen. Also, while it’s perfectly clear who the movie is about based on the title, it does feel a bit off to see the closest people in his life demoted to barely-speaking supporting characters, save for Domingo’s powerful portrayal as mean ol’ Joe, Long as the ever-caring Mrs. Katherine and longtime bodyguard Bill Bray played by KeiLyn Durrel Jones.

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On the positive side, Michael ultimately does more good than confusion. Jaafar is simply captivating when it comes to embodying his late superstar uncle, nailing everything from those easily-recognizable voice inflections to the classic dance moves. The film ends in 1988, right before MJ invests in Neverland Ranch, so don’t expect the heavy topic of his acquitted child sexual abuse allegations from 1993 and 2003 to be brought up either — well, yet anyway.

If in fact a “Jackson” sequel is in the works, we can only hope his full story is told with care, respect and most importantly the truth. Other important aspects we’d hope to see be depicted include an honest look at his vitiligo journey, the toll he suffered mentally as a result of the trials, the marriage, the kids, the dichotomy of balancing unprecedented riches against a substantial amount of debt and, yes, the prescription drug abuse that ultimately ended his life.

Overall, for everything Michael lacks there is something just as good to love about the film, and the potential for a sequel gives us hope that the best is still yet to come.

Watch the trailer for Michael below, and see for yourselves how The King Of Pop’s story began as his latest biopic hits theaters starting today:

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