We do not want a Mel Gibson comeback, but the universe doesn't care because Mel Gibson just landed another starring role. Katie Holmes also might make a comeback, and George Lucas writes a musical about fairies. All inside the Roundup!

ABC finally euthanize Ugly Betty. It used to be one of the best shows on TV, but the network system's intractable greed and antiquated system ruined it. Can't we have term limits for TV series?

Simon Monjack, the mysterious husband of dead actress Brittany Murphy, is planning to sue Warner Bros., claiming that when the studio fired Murphy from a movie, it caused her heart attack two weeks later. The Daily Beast landed an unpleasant interview.

The only thing you need to do to get rid of any "Ohh, I wish I was at Sundance" blues is to actually look at coverage of Sundance. The crowds! The lines! The stars! It's all pretty gross up close.

We're goin' to Hollywoooood! No, adorable wisher, we're not done with auditions and watching Hollywood Week. This week's installment of 10,000 Maniacs: The TV Series just took place in LA, so the judges could sleep in their own beds.

Every morning the posters from When in Rome, the rom-com starring Kristen Bell and Josh Duhamel, taunt me. This movie will suck and potentially ruin their careers. There is nothing wrong with sticking to TV. Actually, it's their best bet.

Stars will do anything for attention. This lady will don fangs to get her popularity back, a singer flashes everyone backstage, and a celeb is giving his (or her) famous parent the Mommie Dearest treatment. Look at me!

[Possible future Oscar winner Sandra Bullock flower shops in the rain with her stepdaughter in LA yesterday; image via Bauer-Griffin]

Another day, another piece of news about broadcast television's slow, painful death rattle. It's no longer just primetime that's hemorrhaging: the big old networks are fighting battles in daytime, in news, and royally fucking up their once-sturdy late night empires.

[Tilda Swinton, who would love to play Conan O'Brien in a movie, poses for a portrait at the Sundance film festival; image via AP]

Elderly dog-worshiping soothsayer and NY Post columnist Cindy Adams is relevant once again! Really though. Not only is she a hero to young journalists everywhere, she's a hero to us today, for mocking the Hollywood-industrial entitlement complex with admirable passion!

Having an ex use private photos to get you back in the sack is the price of fame. So is ordering a restaurant's staff to do strange and embarrassing tasks. Fame sucks, but without it, who would we talk about?

Mel Gibson — the spasming and scandal-ridden one-time movie star — is poised to debut his first starring-role movie in eight years. Articles are being written about a Comeback! The questions is, do we really want Mel Gibson back?

A source close to the couple claims that late-night comedienne Chelsea Handler and her conveniently well-connected boyfriend Ted Harbert have split up. Harbert is president and CEO of Comcast Entertainment, which owns E!, the network that airs Chelsea Lately.

There's this little indie film festival going on out West right now called Sundancer...? Is it Sundancer? Well, whatever it is, they're showing a lot of movies and thus there's lots of movie news. So let's do a roundup!

The fourth season of HBO's social drama just keeps getting bigger. Last night we saw a trip across the country, an accident that brought two fringe cultures together (sort of), and a wild and surprising kiss.

This A-lister's boner should be considered an occupational hazard. Also getting pokey are a famous husband exploiting his open marriage, and an actress who has taken up with the producer of her show. Someone needs to call HR.

Post #14? I think we can call it a night. After all, tiring day: all of this TOLDJA!™ business and domestic disquiet and fratty pussies and C.O.C.K. all up in everyone's faces. Your open thread, with SAG winners, right here.

It'd appear that The Hollywood Hardass™ herself, Deadline Hollywood Daily's Nikki Finke, has trademarked one of her very loud, angry catchphrases. Can you guess which one? And can you guess what practice Ms. Finke has rallied against in the past?

Last night on the Housewives, daughters were in peril. Friends were in peril. It's a dangerous time to be a Housewife in Southern California — what was once easy and meaningless is now fraught with... slightly less ease.