Simon will be pissed! It's worse than an actress and her sister who both had abortions after getting impregnated by the same dude and a star who spends the holiday with his boyfriend, not his famous wife. Happy holidays, people!

Today Nikki Finke put out a press release claiming that her Hollywood gossip site Deadline.com attracts a bigger audience than Variety and The Hollywood Reporter combined. We're dubious but were going to stay quiet. But nothing about Finke's ever simple.

It's the time of the year when hotly-anticipated prestige pictures clog our tiny art house theaters. I'm laying down some ground rules about movie theater seat saving, because I'm sick of having the film ruined by you assholes.

Not only does this celeb like his boys skinny, he loves a side of scandal too. This actress can't get the paps to care about her engagement and a new famous mommy is down in the dumps. Drama, drama, drama.

If there's anything Hollywood hates, it's paying for stuff it used to get for free. And throughout 2009, CAA has given the industry the biggest FU in entertainment history, charging visitors for parking, all to save just $800,000.

His wife can't take the drinking and drugs or his infidelity, but she can take his money. A actor's elaborate toupees, a couple's doomed relationship, and an actor who claims he didn't sleep with his sister-in-law all have it better.

Gawker friend Mark Ebner's Maxim story on the Beverly Hills Bandits includes this fact: the father of one member, Nick Prugo, is a film executive behind both no-budget blockbuster Paranormal Activity and poop-movie I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell.

Last time we saw Miley Cyrus' little sister, the tyke was posing with stripper poles and wearing patent-leather thigh-high boots. And now: Noah performs an exuberant ass-slapping version of Akon's "Smack That," while Miley and friends cheer her on.

For months, the evidence mounted and mounted that James Cameron's long awaited Titanic follow-up was going to be the biggest let down since Phantom Menace. No one wanted to believe that more than we did.

The hacks of the Hollywood Foreign Press Association have taken a pause from endless junketeering to release their list of the year's most excellent movies and TV shows. Up in the Air and Avatar continue their inexorable awards march.

Here's the raw data:

Hollywood is trying to ruin Jesus' Birthday for America, like this actor who told kids there is no Santa. Not as awesome as a dirty photographer or a rapper trying to patent a sex move, but still a cool move.

Despite ongoing economic collapse, American audiences are still finding the cash to reward studios for producing the most mediocre slate of films in memory with attendance at US theater up five percent in the past year.

Another slew of awards and nominations came in this weekend and the result is that this year's stagnant deathmarch of an Oscar race got a tiny bit shaken up, or at least it got a bit more confusing.

In yesterday's New York Times, Frank Rich says the George Clooney flick Up in the Air will, "salve national wounds that continue to fester in the real world." Did he see the same movie we did? Because he's totally wrong.

This guy uses his celeb girlfriend as a pimp. She brings home tricks for ménages à trois, and he dates them. He looks even more the cad next to a generous actress and comedian. There's still good in the world.

The Jersey Shore crew's in Hollywood this week. The nu-celebrity's true trial—what kind of paparazzi coverage is devoted to them, and how they react to it—is here. Behold, The Harvey Levin Litmus Test: passed with flying colors.

After a slow build-up, Oscar season is coming in like a lion. Mandela! Tom Ford directing! An Alice Sebold novel! This weekend's got prestige written all over it.

There's a lot of lying going on in Aaron Sorkin's Facebook movie, and industry insiders love it: The script for The Social Network made this year's Black List, top screenplays as chosen by execs paid to read scripts all day.

For 12 years, the world has awaited director James Cameron's follow up to Titanic. Today, the misguided prayers of a zillion fanboys have been answered, and they will be sorry.

The producers of reality television want you to know they are as upset as you are about the post-apocalypse circus they've unleashed on America and they are really trying to do something about it.