After moving to L.A., this hypersexual British socialite and reality TV star couldn't land a headline, no matter how many nips she slipped or how much body paint she wore. Then, Casey Johnson planted a sex toy in her bed.
'Tis the season for giving, but not for this country star who picked on a wheelchair-bound fan or a celeb babymomma who is looking for charity. Along with a frisky Oscar winner and a role-playing actor, everyone needs some help.
It's almost too easy. Picture the nation's reporters in these dying days of media, toiling away in crumbling newsrooms where no sunlight has penetrated since before basic cable. Suddenly in their email box, comes an invitation: Free...Vegas...Bachelor Party...
If ever a contest was needing shaking up, it is this year's Oscar derby which has a serious dearth of beloved, breakout movies on the board. But today's Spirit Award nominations did only kept the chessboard upright, stalemate intact.
Gather a bunch of snobby socialites around a restaurant-prepared turkey and the results are just as boozy, screamy, and terror-y as all of yours. Maybe the rich aren't so different after all. But they're more powerful!
Nothing destroys a fantasy faster than when a woman removes her wig. Just ask this actress. Also ruining the illusion are an actress who's mean to her kid's teacher and a very jealous actor. We couldn't dream these up!
This doesn't bode well for the forthcoming Baldwin-Streep-Martin rom-com. Baldwin the Elder says his film career has been "a complete failure" and he's quitting in 2012.
When a franchise dies, all of Hollywood sheds a tear. But when a franchise dies prematurely, while it still has years of cash to give, Hollywood goes to battle stations. And tonight, Hollywood stands on the brink.
It's certainly not a best-case scenario, but in the face of all fears, the end of Jay Leno's ratings free fall doesn't seem bad. At last there are signs the NBC's Jay Leno experiment may have turned a corner.
Each winter, with the coming of awards season, the colors of America's multi-plexes turn from bright pastels to dismal browns and grays as Hollywood strains for gravitas with their takes on the most depressing topics of the day.
This actress started barfing up her meals to get skinnier than another starlet for a job. Now she can't stop! Also on a tear, a drug-using, dominatrix-loving athlete and a couple of closeted actors. It's enough to make you puke.
Jailhouse tweets: harrowing, educational, and a bad idea if you're dodging the terms of your sentence. In the midst of his prison term for a fatal DUI, Roger Avary blew the whistle on his own short-lived accidental freedom via Twitter.
Peter Jackson's long-awaited adaptation of beloved book The Lovely Bones has been one of the few remaining question marks in the Oscar race. It finally faced critics yesterday and the results are all over the place.
On The Hills, nothing ever happens, but the plot still unfolds. It's like reading one of those serialized comics in the funny pages. Now you can see exactly what we mean, because we made our own.
The evidence continues to pile up that the film the world is waiting to see will, in fact, be the next Phantom Menace. And now, adding to the evidence: an exclusive Defamer eyewitness testimony of Avatar's looming hideousness.
A brawl over a Robsessed poster leaves one hospitalized. A middle-aged man is at large after biting a teen girl's neck. Schoolyard attacks plague innocent children. Where are our vampire-protectors when we really need them? (updated)
Due to an unfortunate incident involving a pack of wild turkeys we were unable to watch The City last night. We did piece together the action thanks to some interviews done by our favorite roving social reporter.
Between our high-flying Julia Child, a celeb couple that invites the mistress over for the main meal, and a Twilight star lying about being a Native America, we're serving up a whole bunch of turkeys this morning. Gooble, gooble.
The last five weeks of every decade generally bring a frenzy of media list-making. However, in this first decade of the blogging era, the cataloging of best and worsts should approach H1N1 emergency levels.
Show business does not (yet) have its own judicial branch empowered to imprison and, if necessary, torture people who commit unspeakable crimes against studio profits. It does however, have an even more effective tool at its disposal — director jail.