Jay Leno hospitalized, Tonight Show taping canceled. Leno said to be in "good spirits."

Poor LiLo. After her breakup with DJ Samantha Ronson, she is just so alone. Worst of all, she told Ellen today that she didn't even know she was splitting up, let alone being restrained against.

Hackers have broken into Salma Hayek's email, revealing the actress's iPhone-app obsession, designer-clothes habit, travel plans, and more. (Her billionaire husband, François-Henri Pinault, who's throwing a second wedding for her this weekend, pays the bill!)

The director's new film Whatever Works premiered at the Tribeca Film Festival last night, marking his first New York-set feature since fleeing for Europe six years ago. So how did it fare? Not terrifically.

Oh American Idol Season Eight. You're showing your age. Two more dreamers were sent packing last night, they were—just by coincidence probably!—the two most conspicuously brown of the bunch. Obama Era nothing, huh?

The Weinstein Company keeps throwing out signs of having absolutely no money. The latest is a report that the company may have lost the rights to produce a sequel to Sin City.

Today Cannes gets a bit clearer, a comedy haus has opened, Cameron Diaz continues to invade your multiplex, another Twilight movie staggers along, and Straw Dogs gets remade.

Today we have a star who uses a big name at hotels, a TV actor who's a terrible diva about learning his lines, and a movie star who's a terrible diva about walking.

So Disco Night happened on American Idol. Everyone still with us? Ten toes, ten fingers? All right, good. We made it. That wasn't so bad, was it? I mean, it could have been much worse.

Maggie and Jake Gyllenhaal's dad wants Bernie Madoff released from jail.

Oh, good, Arianna Huffington is using her "Huffingtontowne Evening Post-Gazette" to promote the idiotic vaccine conspiracy nonsense of Earth Girls Are Easy star Jim Carrey.

There is little good news anymore. Today Angelina Jolie signs a pact with the devil, as does Walgreens. Tom Cruise can't pick good scripts, and Dimension keeps puttering along.

Today we have a music exec who really knows how to dump a girl, three film directors who enjoy the company of Thai women, and a TV star who's got game.

Revolution is inevitably followed by a period of chaos. Maybe that's why a highbrow New York Observer story about the evolution of Hollywood news media devolved into a glorious, shit-throwing media shitstorm.

Eliot Spitzer was not quite ready for media cameras back in the fall, but Bravo still managed to get him on camera while shooting the Real Housewives of New York City that aired tonight.

The Daily Mail took an early look at the new Star Trek prequel movie due out in May. "Effusive" does not quite describe the review:

In 1974, the great Studs Terkel published Working: People Talk About What They Do All Day and How They Feel About What They Do. In 2009, Handbags Pratt, an idiot gypsy, finally went to work.

What is Gossip Girl? Is it shadow? Is it light? Is it some dusky energy in between, full of whispers and haunts and newborn ghosts? Maybe. But it's also just a silly TV show. OK:

Mark Wahlberg finally gets to fight. Jenny Bicks is a writer you should be jealous of. People love a good real-life murder mystery, whether it's set in Aruba or Colorado. And they love Debra Messing too.

Today we have an actor who really shouldn't be drinking but really is, an actress dating a bad man, and a wife using her husband's gay secret as leverage in a divorce.