Comedian Chris Tucker is facing foreclosure on his stunning Florida mansion after the bank filed papers alleging he owes more than $4.4 million on the home he purchased for $6 million in 2007.

The Orlando Sentinel reports that the actor/comedian owes more than $4.4 million to the bank, citing papers filed in Circuit Court in Lake County.

Tucker, 39, purchased the 10,000-square-foot home waterfront home, on Lake Apopka in Montverde’s pricey Bella Collina community, in 2007. It has five bedrooms, three fireplaces, a personal spa, an outdoor kitchen overlooking a pool and a basement designed like a pirate ship with a wooden deck, mast and sail, according to the paper.

Court documents reportedly show that the IRS imposed an $11.5 million tax lien on the home last year, in an effort to collect federal income taxes from Tucker. The Sentinel reports that documents show the actor’s monthly mortgage payment was $25,812.50.

Miss Angola Leila Lopes has won Miss Universe 2011, beating 88 other Miss Universe contestants in a lavish show at Sao Paolo’s Credicard Hall.

The 25-year-old Lopes, a business student by day, edged Miss Ukraine Olesia Stefanko into second place, and was praised by judges for her beauty and intelligence.

She spoke in Portuguese to charm the Brazilian audience (both Brazil and Angola are former Portuguese colonies), and revealed her status as Miss Angola had allowed her to assist various social causes in her country:

“I work with poor kids, I work in the fight against HIV. I work to protect the elderly and I   have to do everything that my country needs,” she said. “I think now as Miss Universe I will be able to do much more.”

Unfortunately, USA didn’t do too well in last night’s contest, hosted by Bravo honcho Andy Cohen and Today show’s Natalie Morales. Miss USA Alyssa Campanella didn’t make it into the Top Ten. Our most recent winner was in 1997.

Country singer Chely Wright wed her girlfriend at a ceremony in Connecticut on Saturday. Chely Wright and Lauren Blitzer are officially wife and wife.

Britney Spears’ ex-husband Kevin Federline has welcomed his fifth child into the world — a baby girl delivered by his girlfriend Victoria Prince, Us Weekly reported Tuesday.

Federline, the 33-year-old former backup dancer who was married to Spears for two years, has reportedly been dating Prince for the past two years.

Federline’s brood includes daughter Kori, 10, and son Kaleb, seven — both to ex-girlfriend Shar Jackson — and sons Preston, five, and Jayden, four, to Spears.

A former volleyballer, Prince, 28, now works as a special education teacher.

Brooke Burke and David Charvet are married! The “Dancing With the Stars” co-host and her former “Baywatch” hunk made it official Friday.

  With The Real Housewives of New York City wrapping up a lively season this Thursday, the ladies – Jill, Kelly, Alex, Sonja, Ramona, LuAnn and Cindy – reunited to rehash all their personal drama in a two-part reunion special, and PEOPLE.com has an exclusive first look at the action.

With blondes and brunettes separated on different couches, the ladies begin to address Cindy’s possible etiquette breach – taking a business phone call during a breakfast at Sonja’s home. As Cindy explains herself – even rising from the couch for extra emphasis – Kelly defends her castmate, telling Sonja, “She’s a working woman with two kids. … If I came to your house and I had a call, I would take it. Sorry.”

“I was cooking for her,” retorts an exasperated Sonja, who has Alex and Ramona – and even LuAnn – on her side.

Immediately, though, the discussion turns into a free for all as all seven ladies join the fray, talking over each other and loudly arguing about who was right: Sonja or Cindy.

“Once again, Sonja, I don’t hang around here to have you teach me,” says Cindy. “The last person I would ever have etiquette [lessons] from is you with your butt hanging out [and] your boob hanging out.”

Leave it to Kelly to (attempt to) get the final word. “I gotta be the peacemaker,” she says.

Says host Andy Cohen: “You’re not.”

Lauryn Hill welcomed a baby boy on Saturday, but it wasn’t an easy entrance into the world for the former Fugees singer’s sixth child.

“The little boy was delivered with the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck,” the source said, adding, “All is well now and everyone is happy.”

Hill, 36, announced she was expecting while performing at a concert in Detroit last month.

She has five children with Bob Marley’s son Rohan, who congratulated the new mom on Twitter Monday.

“I’m forwarding all well wishes to Ms. Hill on the birth of her new son,” he wrote. “I’m sure she’ll appreciate the love being sent to her.”

The newborn’s father has yet to be identified, and the younger Marley has said the sixth child is not his.

“I’m not married and I don’t have anyone expecting anything,” he tweeted after Hill announced she was pregnant.

Jesse James and Kat Von D have broken up.

Their engagement, announced in January, will not end as planned – in a late summer wedding on the one-year anniversary of when they started dating.

The couple confirmed the split themselves.

“I am so sad because I really do love her,” James, who has been married three times before, tells People. “The distance between us was just too much.”

Last night Kat tweeted, “I am no longer w Jesse, and out of respect for him, his family and myself, thats all the info I’d like to share. Thanks for respecting that.”

Reality TV star Kristin Cavallari and Chicago Bears quarterback Jay Cutler have called off their engagement, with Cutler the one who reportedly did the dumping.

People.com has the story:

This is not the fairy-tale ending Kristin Cavallari was hoping for.

After just 10 months together, Cavallari and Chicago Bears quarterback Jay Cutler have called off their engagement, a source confirms to PEOPLE.

“She got dumped,” says another source. “She’s absolutely devastated. She can’t believe this is happening.”

“She was planning her dream wedding, the date was set, the location – everything was set,” the source adds.

“She’s in shock that the dream wedding she was planning is going to end this way.”

The couple, who became engaged in April, were planning a spring wedding, and even completed their wedding registry, which was revealed last week.

While the two have yet to confirm or deny the reports, Cavallari, 24, hinted at the split on Twitter Sunday.

“Thanks for the support. Love you guys, “she wrote.

   I just wrote a post on July 19 of their wedding list released, to read more, please click the link below. I got shocked.

http://www.kevingarden.com/2011/07/19/kristin-cavallari-and-jay-cutlers-wedding-list-released/

 

Jay Culter wrote on his facebook page:

“Thank you all for the support, but if you talk bad about Kristin I will delete and block you. It’s unnecessary and heartless,”

The Vanderbilt University grad also changed his relationship status on the social networking website to “Single” and replaced his profile pic, from a photo with his former love to a picture of him with his sister.

“Also, don’t say now I can play football, I could play football when I had her compared to when I don’t. Football is the least of my worries, so have some respect,” he added in his message.

British singer Amy Winehouse has been found dead at her flat in north London at the age of 27.

The Grammy award-winning soul singer struggled with well-documented drink and drug addictions. Her death is being treated as unexplained.

Winehouse had been credited as an influence in the rise in popularity of female musicians and soul music, and also for revitalising British music. Winehouse’s distinctive style has made her a muse for fashion designers such as Karl Lagerfeld. The singer’s problems with drug and alcohol abuse, as well as self-destructive behaviour, were regular tabloid news from 2007 until her death.

Musical stylings: Amy caused a stir with her first album Frank in 2004, and followed it with Back To Black in 2006

Russell Brand writes a tribute for Amy Winehouse

When you love someone who suffers from the disease of addiction you await the phone call. There will be a phone call. The sincere hope is that the call will be from the addict themselves, telling you they’ve had enough, that they’re ready to stop, ready to try something new. Of course though, you fear the other call, the sad nocturnal chime from a friend or relative telling you it’s too late, she’s gone.

Frustratingly it’s not a call you can ever make it must be received. It is impossible to intervene.

I’ve known Amy Winehouse for years. When I first met her around Camden she was just some twit in a pink satin jacket shuffling round bars with mutual friends, most of whom were in cool Indie bands or peripheral Camden figures Withnail-ing their way through life on impotent charisma. Carl Barrat told me that “Winehouse” (which I usually called her and got a kick out of cos it’s kind of funny to call a girl by her surname) was a jazz singer, which struck me as a bizarrely anomalous in that crowd. To me with my limited musical knowledge this information placed Amy beyond an invisible boundary of relevance; “Jazz singer? She must be some kind of eccentric” I thought. I chatted to her anyway though, she was after all, a girl, and she was sweet and peculiar but most of all vulnerable.

I was myself at that time barely out of rehab and was thirstily seeking less complicated women so I barely reflected on the now glaringly obvious fact that Winehouse and I shared an affliction, the disease of addiction. All addicts, regardless of the substance or their social status share a consistent and obvious symptom; they’re not quite present when you talk to them. They communicate to you through a barely discernible but un-ignorable veil. Whether a homeless smack head troubling you for 50p for a cup of tea or a coked-up, pinstriped exec foaming off about his “speedboat” there is a toxic aura that prevents connection. They have about them the air of elsewhere, that they’re looking through you to somewhere else they’d rather be. And of course they are. The priority of any addict is to anaesthetise the pain of living to ease the passage of the day with some purchased relief.

From time to time I’d bump into Amy she had good banter so we could chat a bit and have a laugh, she was “a character” but that world was riddled with half cut, doped up chancers, I was one of them, even in early recovery I was kept afloat only by clinging to the bodies of strangers so Winehouse, but for her gentle quirks didn’t especially register.

Then she became massively famous and I was pleased to see her acknowledged but mostly baffled because I’d not experienced her work and this not being the 1950’s I wondered how a “jazz singer” had achieved such cultural prominence. I wasn’t curious enough to do anything so extreme as listen to her music or go to one of her gigs, I was becoming famous myself at the time and that was an all consuming experience. It was only by chance that I attended a Paul Weller gig at the Roundhouse that I ever saw her live.

I arrived late and as I made my way to the audience through the plastic smiles and plastic cups I heard the rolling, wondrous resonance of a female vocal. Entering the space I saw Amy on stage with Weller and his band; and then the awe. The awe that envelops when witnessing a genius. From her oddly dainty presence that voice, a voice that seemed not to come from her but from somewhere beyond even Billie and Ella, from the font of all greatness. A voice that was filled with such power and pain that it was at once entirely human yet laced with the divine. My ears, my mouth, my heart and mind all instantly opened. Winehouse. Winehouse? Winehouse! That twerp, all eyeliner and lager dithering up Chalk Farm Road under a back-combed barnet, the lips that I’d only seen clenching a fishwife fag and dribbling curses now a portal for this holy sound. So now I knew. She wasn’t just some hapless wannabe, yet another pissed up nit who was never gonna make it, nor was she even a ten-a-penny-chanteuse enjoying her fifteen minutes. She was a fucking genius.

Shallow fool that I am I now regarded her in a different light, the light that blazed down from heaven when she sang. That lit her up now and a new phase in our friendship began. She came on a few of my TV and radio shows, I still saw her about but now attended to her with a little more interest. Publicly though, Amy increasingly became defined by her addiction. Our media though is more interested in tragedy than talent, so the ink began to defect from praising her gift to chronicling her downfall. The destructive personal relationships, the blood soaked ballet slippers, the aborted shows, that youtube madness with the baby mice. In the public perception this ephemeral tittle-tattle replaced her timeless talent. This and her manner in our occasional meetings brought home to me the severity of her condition. Addiction is a serious disease; it will end with jail, mental institutions or death. I was 27 years old when through the friendship and help of Chip Somers of the treatment centre, Focus12 I found recovery, through Focus I was introduced to support fellowships for alcoholics and drug addicts which are very easy to find and open to anybody with a desire to stop drinking and without which I would not be alive.

Now Amy Winehouse is dead, like many others whose unnecessary deaths have been retrospectively romanticised, at 27 years old. Whether this tragedy was preventable or not is now irrelevant. It is not preventable today. We have lost a beautiful and talented woman to this disease. Not all addicts have Amy’s incredible talent. Or Kurt’s or Jimi’s or Janis’s, some people just get the affliction. All we can do is adapt the way we view this condition, not as a crime or a romantic affectation but as a disease that will kill. We need to review the way society treats addicts, not as criminals but as sick people in need of care. We need to look at the way our government funds rehabilitation. It is cheaper to rehabilitate an addict than to send them to prison, so criminalisation doesn’t even make economic sense. Not all of us know someone with the incredible talent that Amy had but we all know drunks and junkies and they all need help and the help is out there. All they have to do is pick up the phone and make the call. Or not. Either way, there will be a phone call.

Updated News:

An autopsy of British singer Amy Winehouse has not established the cause of her death at age 27, a coroner’s official said on Monday, July 25, 2011.  Histology and toxicology tests will be performed to help determine the cause of death, after the singer was found dead at her London home on Saturday. Those test results are expected in two weeks.