· We reviewed the landmark faces of SNL past, present and (hopefully not) future. · Indiana Jones was raped. For real this time. · Nick Nolte's Malibu manse burned to the ground; the actor survived, but Carboard Jesus wasn't so lucky. · Where would you rather work: The agency with the gas pump, or the one where you'll be a second assistant's third assistant? Choose carefully. · In case you haven't yet noticed, the travails of Elisabeth Hasselbeck make for great TV. Really, really great TV. · If the fight over The Reader were a cutthroat sandlot game, Scott Rudin just took his ball and went home. · Though Hugh Hefner was busted up for a while when Holly Madison rolled out of his round bed for good, he found a couple reasons to get over it. · The No on 8 campaign rallied support from Julia Louis-Dreyfus, T.R. Knight and our own beloved Molly McAleer. That's so... never mind. · Which recently upped TV exec got his start as a gay porn star? Give up? · Hollywood isn't as recession-proof as it might think it is, but $54 million man Johnny Depp might get through it all right. · Josh Brolin announced he will wear his low-voltage Taser-awareness ribbon to next year's Oscars. · Setting aside her perfectly dreadful new song, Britney Spears's comeback is almost complete! · Hey, look! We're on TV! · Beverly Hills Chihuahua's yappy first weekend kept its conspiracy-minded conservative neighbors up all night Sunday plotting their payback. · Bond girl. 12 fingers. That is all.