Why did Kris Humphries ditch his wedding ring to carry moving boxes? Shiloh Jolie-Pitt and Kingston Rossdale might be in love. Dina Lohan is shopping a memoir. Kanye's Occupy Wall Street outfit was worth more than $30,000. TGIFriday gossip.
Lindsay Lohan crashes, and then gets kicked out of, Marc Jacobs' party. Tareq Salahi receives a picture of a penis in his mail—a penis we are reasonably sure does not belong to Justin Timberlake. Saturday gossip is here!
Simon Cowell fondly recalls a successful date with "wacko" Denise Richards. Did Lady Gaga hook up with a tween idol? Madonna defends her right to hate hydrangeas. What did Ali Lohan do to her face? Thursday gossip has questions.
Here's the trailer for The Ides of March, a political thriller loosely based on the play Farragut North (which was loosely based on Howard Dean's 2004 presidential campaign) that features George Clooney pulling triple duty as director, writer and star.
Evan Rachel Wood wants you to know that she sometimes dates women. Lindsay Lohan uses Good Friday to get out of court. Lea Michele pulls a bitch move at Coachella. Nic Cage goes back to work. Tuesday gossip is single and ready to mingle.
Nic Cage can't find his house, or a willing tattoo artist. Dog the Bounty Hunter comes through in the clutch. Prince Harry gets a promotion (not to king, if that's what you're thinking). Sunday gossip gets ruined by uglies.
Asked about his history of violence, Chris Brown flies into a violent rage. Rob Pattinson calls Justin Bieber a liar. Bam Margera calls a girl a whale and gets punched in the face. Tuesday gossip lacks impulse control.
Charlie Sheen bounces back from last week's cocaine- and hooker-related hospitalization with more cocaine and more hookers. Katy Perry's wedding launched an Indian police investigation. Kim Kardashian faces a Slutoween Sophie's Choice. Halloween's gossip roundup says "Boo!" and "You whore."
Here's a trailer for HBO's upcoming miniseries Mildred Pierce, based on the James M. Cain novel about a woman navigating Great Depression America, trying to keep herself, and her daughters, afloat in society. By becoming a waitress!
Gucci has a new fragrance, Guilty, and Frank Miller directed a promotional short for it—starring Evan Rachel Wood and Chris Evans—that'll premiere during the 2010 VMAs. The weird part: there's a trailer out. A trailer. For a commercial.
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?
• Gwyneth Paltrow got into a minor car crash on the icy streets of London the other day. Don't worry—she wasn't hurt fine—although she may want to reconsider that all-juice "fast" she started at the beginning of the new year. [DM]
• The little girl that Casey Johnson adopted a few years ago, Ava, will be raised by her mother and sisters, according to reps for the family. And the Tila Tequila's craziness continues. Yesterday, she emerged from her house to pose in a skanky outfit for photographers, and she continues to rant on about her "fiancée" on Twitter. Meanwhile, Johnson's former girlfriend, Courtenay Semel—who set Johnson's hair on fire a year ago—has been speaking out, as has Johnson's other former girlfriend—model Jasmine Lennard, who accused Johnson late last year of robbing her and leaving a used vibrator in her bed.
• The reason for Gary Coleman's recent hospitalization? He says he had "a little seizure activity" after he found out that the producers of a film he worked on recently had no plans to remove a full-frontal shot of him. [TMZ]
• Lindsay Lohan claimed the other day that one of her friends stole sketches of her new clothing collection. But now two different designers have come out to accuse LiLo of copying their designs. The president of LiLo's company says the claims are "false and have no merit or validity whatsoever." [People]
When you go crawling back to the ex you moulded in the shape of another ex who wouldn't take you back, it's time for readjusting, not a wedding. Sharon Stone joins Law & Order: SVU, A-Rod hooks up. Gossip!
Scary-yet-lovable actress Evan Rachel Wood makes her first on-screen appearance in next week's True Blood. So, what can we expect? Omnivorous sexuality.
Kate Gosselin angrily eats a popsicle, inflating a Bounce House of Death. Susan Boyle's back, bitch! So is Britain-Bound Britney. And someone makes a dumb pun involving Paris Hilton and a hard-on. Presenting your Saturday morning gossip roundup:
The Tribeca Film Festival opened last night with the premiere of Whatever Works, Woody Allen's latest production, which stars Larry David, Patricia Clarkson, and Evan Rachel Wood (left). In attendance at the Ziegfeld and afterparty at the Royalton: The writer/director accompanied by child bride Soon-Yi Previn, along with Debra Messing, Harvey Keitel, Robert De Niro and Grace Hightower, Mary Kate Olsen, Uma Thurman, Cheryl Hines, Harvey Keitel and Daphna Kastner, Brian and Jane Williams, Charlie Rose, Morgan Spurlock, Charlie Rose, Craig Hatkoff and Jane Rosenthal, Jonathan and Lizzie Tisch, Les Moonves and his daughter, Melissa Leo, Morgan Spurlock, and Todd Haynes. A few photos after the jump. [NYO, VF, Wireimage, PMC]
Mary-Kate Olsen walking downtown in sneakers ... Beyonce getting out of an SUV in Midtown with an umbrella in hand ... Angelina Jolie on the set of Salt ... Evan Rachel Wood getting in a cab outside Rose Bar ... Madonna entering a "medical center" uptown and later leaving the Waverly Inn with Jesus Luz ... Kate Winslet entering a building with her daughter ... Brad Pitt taking flying lessons at a Long Island airport ... Kim Kardashian walking under an umbrella in Midtown ... Zoe Kravitz holding coffee on the set of her new movie. Twelve ... and Jennifer Lopez leaving the St. Regis Hotel on East 55th Street.
There's a lot of drama surrounding the Oscar race for Best Actor, but it's not about whether Sean Penn will triumph over Mickey Rourke—it's which lovable trainwreck Rourke should bring as his date.
Doing publicity for Mickey Rourke is like being a firefighter: when one Wrestlemania-related conflagration is put out, suddenly a costar starts spouting flames.
Darren Aronofsky didn't introduce Mickey Rourke and Evan Rachel Wood to each other before shooting their awkward father-daughter scenes in The Wrestler. Good thing—now that they're well-acquainted, things are getting uncomfortably kissy-kissy.
