Tonight's episode is called "What Kate Does," an obvious recall of the season two episode "What Kate Did," wherein we found out who Kate killed. Though, a curious video from last summer's ComicCon suggests that history may have changed...

We were so busy buying bread and toilet paper for the impending snowstorm that we missed Kell on Earth last night. Luckily fictional freelancer Betsey Morgenstern was there during the filming, so she filled us on what happened.

He's probably reading this right now. Hi! A director and his star are probably too busy doing each other to click here, and a celeb couple can't be bothered to interrupt their fighting. That's fine. We'll read about them instead.

[Kristin Cavallari of "The Hills" in classical garb while waiting for her suitcase at LAX; image via Bauer-Griffin]

I don't know what's grosser here: The gleeful pervert grinning at ultimate fighter and former Fear Factor host Joe Rogan, or that Joe uses a soundtrack of pig snorts, whips, and the phrase "Ride 'em cowboy" for this video.

So we assume you saw Undercover Boss last night, CBS' big new reality show that got the plum post-Super Bowl spot? Amazing, was it not? Televised entertainment has now completed its long, winding journey into becoming 100% corporate propaganda.

Reading about the comeback struggle of American Beauty weirdo Wes Bentley yesterday got us thinking about other youngish, once-promising stars who made a big initial splash and then mostly disappeared. Let's give some career advice to Bentley and four others.

The Oscars are on a campaign to ruin the psyche's of America's children. How? By nominating seriously scary movies for the Gee Willickers Awesome Cartoon Trophy. Beware what you're doing to your kids by taking them to see these.

The fourth season of HBO's sweeping melodrama was brought down to Earth a bit this week, even though the beginning of the episode seemed like an overstuffed Robert Altman movie.

Mark Harris, former Entertainment Weekly editor and partner of Tony Kushner, has a long and engrossing cover-story about crazy Oscar campaigning in this week's New York. Learn why Jeff Bridges will win and Colin Firth won't. Plus: the Mo'Nique backlash.

You think it's easy getting Oprah Winfrey, Jay Leno, and David Letterman in a room together to tape a 15-second gag for the Super Bowl? Then you're wrong! This thing took private jets, corporate rescheduling, even espionage!

The biggest movie ever made was finally unseated in the top spot this weekend, by a swoony little romance picture no less. Will someone please go check on Jim Cameron to make sure he's OK?

Who didn't behave badly at a Super Bowl party yesterday? At least your hogging the nachos didn't land you in the gossip sheets. Also a drug-addled actress, a crotch-baring actor, and a wife-berating comedian. It's time for the kick off.

Of all the films to unseat Avatar's domination over the box office, I doubt Dear, John—which I hadn't even heard of until watching cheeseball Sandy Kenyon trash it on Taxi TV last night—was the frontrunner to do so.

Faster Smoke Monster! Kill! Kill! Here's a fun Lost-related video made by some fans for last year's Comic Con. So it's a little old, but it's still pretty neat. We almost wish the show really was like this. [via EW]

Indie films have become the lost children of Hollywood in recent years. Author Edward Jay Epstein explains why Hollywood is abandoning the indie movie business in favor of merchandisable CGI spectacles like Avatar.

A swear-filled trailer for Kevin Smith's cop comedy, starring Bruce Willis and manic genius and/or complete lunatic Tracy Morgan, actually made us laugh (dick jokes!), but one thing's missing: There's nary a glimpse of the funniest-looking thing about the movie.

If you've ever been to one of those awful gator parks in Florida, the ones off the highway, then you've seen this show before: A bunch of ancient scaly things laying about, moving only occasionally to viciously snap at something.

HBO is developing a comedy about "a powerful female online showbiz journalist with a no-holds-barred style." We called our pal Nikki to ask if it's about her. It was, as always, a delightful conversation.

It's one thing to be a self-centered alcoholic, but at the expense of a child? This actor has it right, he's just obsessed with shouting his own name in bed. He's hurting no one—except his poor partner.