The Dark Knight rose here. The Penguins won the Cup with Jean-Claude Van Damme on the Civic Arena roof. A deer was hunted here. And zombies as we know them were born here. Pittsburgh’s contributions to the entertainment industry are as unique as they are plentiful. And the ‘Burgh’s just getting started. Though it’s been almost a century since the first true movie theater opened on Smithfield Street, the city is just now gaining the recognition it deserves as the Hollywood of its time zone. This glorious blog is devoted to the goings on of Hollywood in Pittsburgh, so as it will be named from here on out, Hollyburgh.
Whether you call it Picksburgh, Sixburgh, or the ‘Burgh, the Steel City has made a remarkable journey from an industrial town to an also-ran desperate to relive its legendary past to the City of Champions to Hollywood East. In that time, the glorious city has amassed six Lombardis, three summers with the illustrious Lord Stanley’s Cup, a couple World Series rings, and one polarizing mirror ball trophy.
Get used to it Sienna Miller, Shitsburgh is on the map.
Maybe someday that walk of shame down the Iron City Light-drenched East Carson Street on Sunday mornings wearing a Steelers shirt over a sequined dress will turn into a walk of fame. Maybe the handprints on the sidewalk will be those of movie stars, not stumbling drunks. And maybe, just maybe, we can live in a city where we don’t have to hear the phrase “concussion-like symptoms” ever again.
As Bret Michaels should say (because he’s from here and the portmanteau you’re about to see is more clever than Hollyweird), welcome to Hollyburgh.