Another year, another lackluster awards-season showing for Hollywood studios. And while their art-house affiliates more than picked up the slack, could 2009 be the year the majors finally reclaim the Oscars for themselves?

For every questionable Oscars moment requiring the host to poke his head through a gloryhole and belt out a song about pubic hair, there was another demonstrating genuine emotion and class.

The departure of director Stephen Chow from Seth Rogen's The Green Hornet suggested the project might be postponed indefinitely. Thanks to Michel Gondry, however, the Hornet flies (stings? What does the Hornet do, anyway?) again.

Fire up the chicken dance—or, at least, your best approximation of it. Michael Cera, the lone holdout among the reunited cast of Arrested Development, has finally agreed to do the movie.

News comes today that when Conan O'Brien starts hosting the Tonight Show from LA in June, his old Late Night sidekick will once again be along for the ride. As, sigh, the show's announcer.

Megan Fox and her fiance, David from 90210, have broken up. Sad news—especially since Fox has her now-ex's name permanently tattooed on her body. Which other celebrities have made the same mistake?

As David Carr's enjoyable New York Times awards column, The Carpetbagger, winds down for the season, he leaves us with two unanswered blind items. Who are the 20-year-old-eating showbiz mogul and the benevolent-turned-slightly-wicked producer?

The kids from The City went to another city, Miami, and went club bumpin' and desperately tried not to cheat on each other for five minutes. They were sort of unsuccessful!

We knew that celebrity photographer Annie Leibovitz had some serious financial problems. But we didn't know they were so bad that she had to sign over all of her photos to a pawn shop:

In Kings, NBC's bizarre-looking show about modern-day royalty in alternate-reality New York, the prince, whose life is saved by a lowly commoner, can't inherit his father's kingdom. Because he's a big old gay person.

Today we have several stories from the Oscars, tales of bitchery and druggery and asshole actor behavior. We also have a terrible misogynist, an aviation exec gone bad, and a plastic surgery.

The publishing industry is led by experienced professionals with deep knowledge of literary appeal. So if they say Kathy Griffin deserves a $2 million book deal, who are you, the public, to argue?

So what if Departures screwed you out of winning the office Oscar pool, there are numerous racetracks and casinos in the Southland to stoke your newfound gambling addiction.

Peter Chernin is stepping down from his perch as Rupert Murdoch's right-hand man at News Corp., according to multiple reports. Everyone now expects Murdoch to install one of his kids in Chernin's place.

Last night's supergay Oscars broadcast was up 6% in the ratings from last year, and was the highest-rated "entertainment telecast" in two years. Was it the gay stuff that drew people in? Sorta.

He lost a million-dollar bet, all but liquidated his company and endured a late, vicious backlash against a film that nobody even thought would reach the Oscars. And he won. That's why he's Harvey Weinstein.

Shocked that Departures beat out presumed favorites Waltz With Bashir and The Class for the foreign-film category? It's just the latest example of the bizarre rules that govern that Oscar niche. Can it be fixed?

Not that charity is ever bad in any form, but Madonna could probably do better than sending old clothes and her own damn children's book to the Malawi orphanage where she found her son, David.

Excited for the potential Arrested Development movie? (Not you, Michael Cera.) A brand-new casting breakdown and release date would appear to confirm its production, but there's an unfortunate twist.

Yes the Oscars were pretty darn gay this year. With the singing and dancing and Milking. But why? Is the awards show finally retreating to the realm of niche programming? Or are gays mainstream now?