Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin have been picked to jointly host the Academy Awards telecast.

The "lists" feature Twitter just rolled out has been swiftly repurposed by the celebrity-industrial complex to pump up the accounts of tweeters like Ellen DeGeneres. Lists show celebrities exactly who can send them followers. And thus who to spam.

Gossip Girl has courted outrage since its earliest episodes, and once again, right on schedule, outrage has shown up.

Showing the sort of bright and sunny leadership that has makes his brother Rahm such an uplifting presence, William Morris-Endeavor chief Ari Emanuel bucked up his troops this week with a poignant reminder that things have sucked for showbiz before.

In a power move sure to rock the universe of self-absorbed Westside LA liberal showbiz activists, Arianna Huffington has grabbed Billy Silverman, producer Brian Grazer's former "cultural attaché" to head up her forthcoming Los Angeles local site.

ABC's new sci-fi series V kicks off tonight. It concerns a charismatic leader who comes out of nowhere promising a bright future and a better life for all Americans. Is that leader Barack Obama or is it a space lizard?

Hollywood know it's all in the title. What else after all, distinguishes a Saw 5 from a Cirque du Freak: The Vampire's Assistant?

On election day, none of our favorite Upper East Siders were doing anything. It was all about their agents, boyfriends, cousins, neighbors, and other hangers on. Politics is supposed to be all about power, but this was just weak.

All the famous men in Hollywood are getting dumped on, two have been thrown out by their women, and a third is called an idiot by his girlfriend, who still wants his baby. And they call them leading men...

The revolution truly eats its children in the new media world. One day you're the harbinger of a new era; the next day you're desperately trying to cling to the some other harbinger's coattails.

Schlitz-grasping cargo short sporter Tucker Max has finally figured out why his movie, Penis in a Beer Cozy, was a financial failure.

How the mighty tumble! Just yesterday, Hollywood trembled in awe before the Terminator series; creator of planet-devouring sequels and merchandising. Today, it goes on the auction block like the baggage at some grizzly slave auction.

It's not a good sign for your experiment in reshaping the face of network programming when the experiment's centerpiece muses aloud that, yeah, maybe things were better the way they were before.

Finally, the moment we've all been waiting for, when a public event collides with the very personal world of Sterling Cooper. When the news of Kennedy's assassination breaks, everyone reacts differently, but in a way consistent with their character.

Somewhere out there in Hollywood, there are a few dozen people who made bets that "scandal was never the way to win over audiences" kicking themselves, hard.

Just because NBC can't make it work, doesn't mean somebody can't. TNT, announced this morning they will pick up Southland, the critically acclaimed cop drama Executive Produced by ER's John Wells, which NBC cancelled a few weeks back.

He may be a lion on the set, but he's a lamb at home, where his angry wife calls all the shots. He could be out behaving badly, like a group of lethal actors. Is there any happy medium?

Last night, Saturday Night Live did a re-run of the fairly interesting Ryan Reynolds-hosted episode from earlier this month. In it was a skit with musical performer Lady Gaga and a Madonna cameo. But they re-aired the funnier, racier version.

Celebrities deal with all kinds of ghouls: fans, paparazzi, tabloid media (Hi!), D-Listers, agents, etc. But the spookiest? Stalkers. Certifiable crazies who can't get enough of you. Literally. Everyone's got one lately: JT, Ryan Seacrest, Miley Cyrus, and...Bret Easton Ellis?

And you think your parents are bad? This Is It comes out this weekend. To celebrate, Joe Jackson isn't remembering his son's life. He's telling Extra that Michael Jackson's worth more dead than he is alive.