When show business spots a corner of public consciousness not colonized by product placement and paid endorsements, its experts spring to work to take care of that.

Buyer beware this weekend at the box office. There's a little something targeted for everybody out there, but every film comes with some major red flags.

Last night Vicki and three generation of Gunvalson women journeyed to Italy to experience the beauty of Rome. There is only one way we can express the aesthetic impact of their journey: poetry.

After the recent tepid results of the sixth installment in the Saw series we held was some mad hope that this particular wave of yuckiness might be at an end and the era of self-dismemberment filmmaking might be behind us.

It has been noted that all political careers end in failure. So too must all show biz careers end in bombs. A shame AMC can't just quit while they're ahead, but then, that wouldn't be show biz.

Is it worse if a married star brings men or ladies into the rest room for a little nookie? Maybe an S&M loving actor or a famous lady with reconstructed ears (yes, ears!) can advise. Probably not.

The news keeps getting better and better for NBC's Jay Leno experiment. Not only are Jay's own ratings falling to unimaginable low depths, sinking affiliates' news shows, but now the bottom is falling out on the rest of the line-up.

Struggling Alaskan newspapers have come up with a new revenue source that could well become a model for the whole industry: Being paid restitution by a Hollywood studio that used your paper's name without permission to advertise an alien movie.

Who thought crying for 45 minutes straight would be so fun? Well, try watching Glee, which will open up a can of emotional mayhem on you and then take a glitter shit on your heart. And you'll love it.

In a decade since the launch of Titanic, the eyes of humanity have focused on the James Cameron laboratory wondering what leap forward would emerge, what gifts he would bestow on our species?

If there's one thing Hollywood loves it's a young overnight success. And if there's one thing Hollywood loves to destroy, it's a young overnight success. Congratulations Taylor Swift, the spotlight is yours.

Collegiate Mark Zuckerberg just wore an endless series of gray hoodies, according to new photos a student sent us from the set of The Social Network. Hey, the young cyborg was starting Facebook, not a fashion house.

A menage is a long way to go to keep your man. How about putting up with your husband's gay rumors, or your bandmates' pornographic proclivities? There's love and marriage, but these are some fucked up horses and carriages.

In the eyes of the fanboy international, geek auteur Joss Whedon will always be too good for television. And lucky for him, Fox didn't ruin those creds by calling the nerds' bluff and keeping his show on the air.

We may not have anything left of our environment or economy by 2010, but at least we'll have something to keep us interested in the cinema. And the marketing machine is already starting. Check out the coming attractions!

screenwriter, revealing the pitch he used to convince Ridley Scott, director of Blade Runner and Alien, to direct the board-game movie Monopoly, to the Los Angeles Times. Read the rest and weep, Silver Lake.

For a brief moment in the early 90's, the X Generation dared to dream that the world could be a better place. Or at least it could be a more, kinda less, in your face, making such a big-deal-about-itself place.

Heidi got some puppies for her birthday, but that's not enough. She has her prop neighbor child over to try to convince Spencer it's time to have kids. We know she's not ready, but she's already practicing by telling stories.

Changing the ownership of two of show biz's major trade journals will either change everything, or change nothing at all. In Hollywood, you're always safe betting on the latter

Due to an unfortunate incident involving talking shit about Ingrid Casares, we were unable to watch last night's episode of The City. Thankfully we were able to piece together the action with some dispatches from our favorite roving social reporter.