With cable TV rerunning our favorite movies at a vicious rate, it is hard to determine whether or not one should give up two hours to the cable gods. Finally, we have a handy formula to help us decide.

Tomorrow is Gay Christmas Eve, with Oscar nominations announced in the ayem, setting hearts aflutter and sending visions of sugarplum fairy Hugh Jackman dancing through heads. We have a good idea of who will be nominated, but who should be?

Vanity Fair is out today with the cover for its annual Hollywood issue full of young, female acting talent for the "next decade." Let's crystal-ball gaze: in ten years which will be opening pictures and which will be pitching Proactiv?

Meredith Vieira tried her damnedest to understand the Jersey Shore this morning. She can't. The problem is that she tried to in the first place, and about a month behind schedule. When will the olds learn?

MGM, once known for its roaring lion, Gone with the Wind and James Bond, is teetering on bankruptcy. Author Edward Jay Epstein explains how the studio's latest misadventure resulted from Hollywood's plan to separate Wall Street fools from their wallets.

Well, that got dark really quick, didn't it? What had been an oddly buoyant season of Big Love took a serious turn toward the sinister last night, as Bill became that which he most hates.

Last night, one of the many atrocities committed at the Grammys was a poorly conceived Michael Jackson 3-D video. Nothing says "the future" like 3-D. The only problem is we're not quite ready for it on this level.

If ten years ago someone were to tell you that Mel Gibson was going to be killed someday by blue space monkeys, you'd have figured them just as crazy as he is, right? Well you'd have been the crazy one!

This actress celebrates being out of town by sharing a bed with her female assistant. A tween star has some queer naked nudie of his own, and this singer can't keep her tits in her dress. Keep it covered, people!

Nick McDonell was 17 when he wrote 2002's Twelve, about New York's richkids experimenting with new superdrugs. Now it's a Sundance movie, by Joel Schumacher, starring Chace Crawford, Emma Roberts, Keifer Sutherland, and 50 Cent. And it sucks. Terribly.

Supposedly this is the beginning of the first episode of Lost's new season, courtesy Dark UFO. By clicking you lose any rights to cry about spoilers, though the clip doesn't reveal much and just makes me curious for more.

Oh ye accursed dark clouds, why have you returned to Orange County? After a few slightly-less-than-tragic episodes, we were greeted last night with the crumbling of a family at the happiest place on earth, a Southern California shopping mall.

Project Runway is all about vision and delusion. The vision to create conflict with mismatched pairs. The delusion this is fair. The vision to allow the models to talk. The delusion they will have something to say.

Somedays we're flying blind and sometimes the answers are obvious. Who is arrogant enough to throw a competing Haiti telethon? Who is jealous of her musical ex? Whose dad made her get fake boobs? Duh!

It is with heavy hand and heavy heart that we inform you today of the death of Miramax. The once-proud indie studio was 31 years old.

Here's a teaser trailer for Oliver Stone's new, either-really-timely-or-really-dated Wall Street sequel, Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps. Which is true! But it does burn in credit fires. Anyway, look! Gordon Gecko is old! Shia LaBeouf is young. Money is... asleep.

For far too long, women have lived under the tyranny of men, especially in their romantic relationships. This treaty devoids them of any attachment to any male, be it emotional, physical, or sexual. We hereby declare:

You know what we are not supposed to mess with? Texas. There is to be no messing in or around Texas. None. So wait. Why then was American Idol blustering through Dallas, shaming people horribly last night?

She drops thousand of dollars on Hermès bags trying to stay famous. We wonder if this actor gives his married mistress gifts, or if this rocker got a present for his new-found sobriety? Gossip right from the gift horse's mouth.

[Maggie Gyllenhaal leaves a "medical building" in Los Angeles yesterday; image via INF]