THR reports Twilight star/stoop stoner Kristen Stewart will play Joan Jett (c'mon, everybody: "I! Love! B.C. Haze! So put another gram in the hash pipe, baby!") in a biopic about the most badass all-girl band that ever lived—The Runaways.

To become one of Bravo's Real Housewives, a woman typically needs two things: a fabulous mansion, and a crippling, trainwreck-tastic case of vapid self-absorption. Atlanta breakout NeNe Leakes managed to get by without the latter, telling it like it is (even when standing up to friends who contracted fake cancer at a Chili's) in a down-to-earth manner than won the heart of Anderson Cooper. Now, it looks like NeNe may be about to do without the former, too: she's been evicted! The Atlanta Journal-Constitution called to find out what happened, and NeNe gave them a typically mouthy piece of her mind:

Having endured Che in its 257-minute entirety, at least one of us at Defamer HQ can attest to its new trailer's elegance in condensing the Che Guevara biopic to a lean two minutes, 31 seconds. From Benicio Del Toro's brooding monochrome gaze to the minimalist grit of revolutionary battle, its comprehensive compression renders the theatrical experience virtually irrelevant. Still, we sort of would have preferred more of the Bollywoodesque "Che You, Che Me" set piece that bridges Guevara's time between Cuba and Bolivia, but! You can't have everything. There will be plenty of time for show tunes when Soderbergh gets busy with Cleo, anyway. [IFC Films]

History has show us that, when faced with adversity, less-fabulous civilizations' first response is force; more fully evolved, showtune-revering peoples, meanwhile, respond by PUTTING ON A MUSICAL!!! And so it goes with the ongoing battle for gay marriage acceptance in California, with Hairspray and South Park: Bigger, Longer, and Uncut composer Marc Shaiman, in association with The Sacramento Community College Players, mounting Prop 8 - The Musical. It might be an exercise in literal choir-preaching written "six weeks later than he shoulda," but that doesn't make it any less of a heartwarming experience—at moments capable of sending jolts of pure theatrical electricity up your spine (we expect that to be hanging from a placard if this ever makes it to Broadway). And, let's face it, it's cheaper than tickets to the Celine Dion Taking Chances World Tour. Turn it into a game by trying to identify famous faces in the cast, then checking the credits at Funny or Die to see how many you got right.

The documentary Roman Polanski: Wanted and Desired wasn't impressive enough for the Oscars or even a decent theatrical release, but its fugitive subject is confident the film at least has the legal power to exonerate him. And now, three decades after his conviction for having sex with a 13-year-old, Polanski is taking it back to court.

· The NHL certainly has had its share of enfants terribles in its day, but none quite as inscrutably fascinating as Vogue sample-closet re-organizer Sean Avery. He made some comments up in Calgary this morning regarding hockey hag ex-girlfriend Elisha Cuthbert's newest Flame (that would be defenseman Dion Phaneuf) that got him banned from the league indefinitely. Hilarious.
· The only thing cuter than Gary Coleman showing up to his bowling alley disorderly conduct hearing is Gary Coleman showing up to his bowling alley disorderly conduct hearing dressed up as Howdy Doody!
· World's awesomest celebrity baby Matilda Ledger gives us some indication of what Heath might have done with the lead in Where the Wild Things Are.
· "Kids are invited to get creative by decorating an ornament, button, holiday cookie, or David Archuleta at the Ralphs Decoration Station." Fun!
· Sixth Hives member Shootin' Filip Sprängporten, aka Phil Spector, proudly wore his America's New First Family pin to court today. We're sure Michelle was thrilled!
· That piece of shit digital billboard above Spaceland has every right to be there, apparently. Feel free to aim your rocket-launcher at it. Fuck you, billboard.

We're not sure if this amounts to its own chapter in the End of Ideas canon or is actually a visionary effort deserving a new appellation altogether, but one thing appears to be certain: The Z-list thriller-in-the-making Reality Horror Night will not be for the faint of heart.

Poor Harvey Weinstein just can't catch a break for The Reader! So far, his pushy campaign to ready the film for awards glory has resulted in the loss of both Scott Rudin and a million-dollar bet, and now his efforts have resulted in further ignominy: Kate Winslet's very naked performance was denied a spot on Mr. Skin's Top Celebrity Nude Scenes of 2008. Could this be an Oscar precursor? Let's hope not, considering who came in first:

· Make it a huger than huge night of music with Smashing Pumpkins at the Gibson Amphitheater or Sisters of Mercy at the Music Box. Or, for true, ear-splitting torment, Celine Dion will be at the Staples Center.
· Tom Hanks and Rita Wilson perform in Nora Ephron's one-night-only staging of You Can't Take It With You, a UCLA School of Theater, Film and TV gala benefit at Royce Hall.
· Pay profane, oversexed homage to the late Rudy Ray Moore with a twin bill featuring Dolemite and its sequel, The Human Tornado, at the New Beverly.

By George: Here at Defamer, we've made it no secret that we didn't really care for Frost/Nixon (in the crowded cinematic genre that is "movies that employ a titular blackslash," we still have a soft spot for Face/Off). But could our opinions have been swayed by the suavest, most-mustachioed actor/director around, George Clooney? Writer Peter Morgan says Clooney made a full-court press for the helming gig: "(Clooney) said things like, 'We are really going to kick ass with this!' Not going with him was a complete fucking agony because he suggested doing some script work at his house by Lake Como - at which point my wife was just shaking her head." We can see it now: noted Clooney wingman Mark Wahlberg as Richard Nixon. "Hey there, Frostie. Say hi to your mother for me!" [Daily Express]

Now that Britney is back and Joaquin is some sort of fake rapper, it's time to reinvent yourself. The various intelligence networks (Discovery, NatGeo) have a lot to offer tonight in the way of autodidactic pleasures, from realizing that your recent weight gain might be directly related to that dude you met at Ye Rustic to a former View co-host talking about weed. Or you can watch women who are staunchly in favor of Cocoa Puffs trash a rented house.

Sure, Tracy Morgan might barely be the fourth-tier mascot for plugging 30 Rock, but put yourself in NBC's shoes while watching his haphazard run through reader-submitted questions at the network's Web site: If Tina Fey is teetering at the cusp of overexposure, Alec Baldwin is flaking on the Washington Post's own readers, and Jane Krakowski remains shellshocked from her time in Rosie O'Donnell's product-placement infantry, then who else is there? "President Obama of the Crayons" just wouldn't sound the same from Jack McBrayer. Or maybe it's just that there is such a thing as a stupid question. Find out either/or/both after the jump.

Last night at the Sunset Blvd. staple Book Soup, autism-unfriendly comedian Denis Leary was signing copies of his book, Why We Suck, when he was approached by two very curious fans. One of them tentatively asked whether Leary endorsed the idea of a reinvestigation into the events of 9/11, which Leary said would actually be a plotline in the upcoming season of Rescue Me. Then, a second fan asked him a more specific question about conspiracy theories surrounding Building 7's collapse. After a pause, Leary began, "You don't want to get into that with me, because several of the guys who I know really well were helping to hold that building up," upon which the fan, who was recording the incident, was swarmed by Book Soup security (they even blocked his camera). What do they know?! Video, after the jump:

Down Under Over the Moon: Variety's panic piece yesterday about Australia's underachievement at home drew a typically polite letter of dissent from an Aussie exhibitor. "I just wanted to say that as a regional independent with three prints of Australia between our two locations, we're over the moon with the results on the film," wrote It's comfortably the largest opening week numbers we've seen in several years outside of school holiday periods, and word of mouth is stellar," said cinema proprietor Peter Howard. OK, great! Can we pleeeeease have our sad ending now, Fox? [Variety]

The Dark Knight isn't making the Oscar impression many thought it would by this point in the year, which may be why Warner Bros. reportedly confirmed today that it spiked its planned IMAX re-release for next month. And in any case, it's definitely why the mouthbreathing legions of Bat-supporters have gone guerrilla for their hero's awards-season sake.

Oohh, a new trend is emerging! One in which grizzled old movie stars like Ed Harris and Clint Eastwood not only act in, direct, and write their own movies, but where they gravelly-voice their way through closing credits songs! Above are snippets from Ed Harris's "You'll Never Leave My Heart" from his blink-and-you-missed-it Western Apaloosia, and Clint Eastwood's lilting, my-god-he-sounds-old ditty "Gran Torino," from the eponymous upcoming film. They sound, um... Well they sound like Ed Harris and Clint Eastwood bein' windblown dudes. Who will be next?? We're hoping for a fabulously gristly Ian McKellan disco ballad.

Details about how, exactly, Earth-vaporizing tidal-wave illusionist Roland Emmerich plans on ushering in his latest CGI end of days in 2012—and what hand John Cusack plays in the proceedings—have remained under tight wraps since the project was first announced. His co-star Amanda Peet was cornered recently by MTV for more details, and she warned Angelenos to batten down the hatches:

Though Grey's Anatomy has shown an interesting set of priorities this season (less lesbians, more ghost fucking), part of its topsy-turvy plotting may have to do with a star that producers are punishing with reduced screen time. E!'s Kristin Dos Campos has the blind item:

Despite his better judgment, Adrien Brody hasn't given up on the interview circuit, sharing the first of his shameless, wholly partial Oscar picks and remembrances at last night's premiere of his new film Cadillac Records.

Surf On: Reports that a cancer-stricken Patrick Swayze had suffered a setback and said goodbye to his friends and family are false, said the actor. "It's a battle, and so far, I've been winning. I'm one of the lucky few that responds well to treatment," he told People magazine. Still, he had a word or two for the dark-sided media that's been tracking his health: "It's upsetting that the shoddy and reckless reporting from these publications cast a negative shadow on the positive and good fight I'm fighting." [People]