The Interpreter star Nicole Kidman will be returning to the film's United Nations location, this time as their latest goodwill ambassador:

With the original team that produced hits like Toy Story coming back into the fold with Disney's acquisition of Pixar this week, the employees in the cutely nicknamed "Pixaren't" division, charged with putting together knockoff sequels of the Pixar movies had the relationship between the two companies not been salvaged, will probably be looking for new gigs. Reports the LAT:

The Canadian people have spoken, and the message reads loud and clear: We're too nice. How else to explain the Monday night election victory of new Prime Minister Stephen Harper, an Iraq war-supporting, gay marriage-opposing Conservative-with-a-capital-C from the oil drilling and cattle ranching province of Alberta? But as the country adapts to its "51st red state" status, a new Canadian reality show called The Next Great Prime Minister is already searching for his replacement:

Steppin' Out magazine reports that longtime Los Feliz celebrity mascot Kiefer Sutherland went on a whirlwind tour of the Hillhurst Ave. dive bar circuit (OK, there are just two, and it's more like a 100-yard stumble than a tour, but still) this weekend, winding up at Ye Rustic for a relaxing brunch of chicken wings, karate kicks, and scotch. From Page Six:

· Blogger Kim Morgan's car was towed from a Cold Case location shoot, and now she's going after The Bruck himself for her $177 towing fees. Let's all hold him upside down and shake until the money falls out of his pockets.
· We can't decide what's more absurd: that a celebrity could possibly expect any privacy at Sundance, or that a magazine would pay for a photo of Cameron Diaz and Justin Timberlake completely disguised in ski clothes. (And does anyone else think they look like Snake Eyes and Storm Shadow hitting the slopes?)
· Why don't we just assume that every successful memoirist is full of shit and call it a day?
· Our pal from Sickcandy is commemorating UPN's demise by auctioning off one of the ugliest promo jackets you've ever seen.
· "Nikki: Shelby once blew Tommy Lee in a public restroom!
Shelby: Bitch! I did not! It was in a tour-bus restroom." The WOW Report watched the Crue gets its star on the Walk of Fame.

Motley Crue was immortalized with a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame today, ensuring that long after their last surviving member (we're guessing a collagen-and-Botox-pumped Vince Neil) makes his final, ineffectual attempt at entering a groupie, their name will live on. An AP report reminds of us some of the band's less celebratory moments:

We know you better than you know yourselves. And we know that if we didn't give you the opportunity to stretch a celebrity-inspired catchphrase across your chest before it's worn out its welcome, you'd hate us forever. Hot off the looms of the Gawker Shop is this t-shirt, which echoes Lindsay Lohan's defiant, final words in her recent Vanity Fair interview. The next time your friends are dragging you out of the bathroom stall by your ankles, they can look down at your shirt and know that you, like Lindsay, are gonna be OK, and change course from the emergency room to another club, ready for the night's next adventure.

While the coroner's office awaits the results of a toxicology report about the cause of Chris Penn's death, the Santa Monica Daily Press poked around Penn's neighborhood and solicited quotes expressing a lack of surprise about the actor's sudden passing:

Daniel Craig, the next James Bond, is set to take the superspy to new places: blonde, mediocre-looking, unsettlingly blue-eyed places. But as purists are already taking bets as to how quickly he will be replaced (11 minutes into the upcoming Casino Royale's opening waterskiing sequence seems to be the odds-on favorite), Craig is readying himself for the arduous shoot by committing to an oath of sobriety:

Working at NBC Universal Entertainment seems like it might be a lot of fun. You get back from lunch, excuse yourself to the restroom for a little digestive toke, then, full of inspiration, return to your desk with a new entry for the Idea Box, your internet red-phone to corporate decisionmakers desperate for inspiration. You type, "I think that it would be rad if whenever people from HR communicate with us, they'd pretend that they were characters from one of our shows. Like the borderline psychopath guy from The Office." Days later, your wildest dreams become reality:

· Music round-up: a great double-bill of Film School and Sound Team at the Troubadour; The Lashes and Your Enemies Friends at Spaceland.
· The New Beverly has all the Werner Herzog you can handle in a single evening, with a double-feature of Grizzly Man and Incident at Loch Ness. [via flavorpill]
· MSNBC.com gossipist Jeannette "The Scoop" Walls pops into Borders in Westwood to discuss her book, The Glass Castle. We bet she really knows the sex of Angelina's baby. Make sure you ask her!

The tabloid tug of war over the first Angelina Jolie-Brad Pitt biological offspring has begun in earnest, with Life & Style and US Weekly each interpreting their purloined sonograms in their own special way. According to mediawhore sister Gawker, L&S is going vagina, while Us cries penis. Each outlet undoubtedly has impeccable sources close to the couple, so we're forced to conclude that they're both right, in their own way. Never in the history of human evolution have two more physically flawless specimens joined to create new life, so we expect that the little bundle of joy growing in Jolie's womb is merely unable to choose between feminine and masculine perfection at the moment, and won't pick a gender until his/her mother's final contraction forces a split-second, instinctual decision. We recommend that all well-wishers refrain from choosing between pink or blue gifts for the time being, as showing up with the "wrong" color could emotionally damage the infant by making it second-guess its choice.

Exposed flab enthusiast Richard Hatch has been found guilty of tax evasion, for failing to pay taxes on his Survivor winnings:

Defamer is committed to connecting eager job hunters looking to get a foothold in the entertainment business with exciting opportunities to play a support role in the inebriated-coeds-flashing-their-breasts- for-a-free-trucker-hat-and-a-lifetime-of-regrets industry. As always, Craigslist provides:

Just a couple of weeks ago, the Paramount lot found itself suddenly divided by the official corporate split of Viacom into two new—and competing—companies, with employees of the just-created CBS Corp. instantly demoted to second-class citizenship on the New Viacom-controlled campus. The gods of Viacom celebrated the split by toying with the CBSers, heaping Job-like trials upon them in an attempt to make them curse their Moonves for allowing their capricious suffering. But now, perhaps in an attempt to retract some former pettiness, Team Freston has made an ameliorating gesture: the reinstatement of the coveted DVD discount for everyone. Says an operative on the lot:

Towleroad interviews Brokeback Mountain producer James Schamus today, who candidly answers many of our burning gay cowboy questions:

· With the creation of The CW reducing the network TV field from six to five, there's mixed reaction about the news. Unhappy: those losing their jobs, and those looking for jobs in a smaller employer pool. Happy: those who think that a single, stronger fifth network is better long-term than two crappy also-rans, those who had trouble setting up projects at The WB and UPN, anyone whose show isn't getting canceled because of the merger. [Variety]
· The CW announcement "rocks" NATPE, where the syndication convention attendees get all hot and bothered over the prospect that affiliates will need an increased amount of programming. Hottub parties to follow. [THR]
· Sundance update: The New Miramax shells out $3 million for The Night Listener; meanwhile, the documentary market seems soft with no filmmakers willing to live with penguins or to eat only fast food for 30 days. [Variety]
· NBC gives the pill-popping minister and Cool Jesus of The Book of Daniel a one-way ticket to cancellation hell. [THR]
· Reporting that American Idol's ratings are huge is a little like noting the sun rising in the morning or the horror of rush-hour traffic on the 405, but so it goes: AI pulls in over 34 million viewers, trouncing all competitors. [Variety]
· Strange choice of the day: Austin Powers/Meet the Parents/Fockers director Jay Roach is attached to direct the film about W. Mark Felt, more commonly known as "Deep Throat" for Universal and Playtone. [Variety]

Today's Page Six offers up a party report from Sundance, where disaster may have been averted by the concerned, if ineffectual, presence of an HBO star:

Steven Soderbergh's upcoming murder-in-a-doll-factory movie, Bubble (if you don't have a doll parts phobia yet, watching the trailer should fix that), will be the first feature by a mainstream filmmaker to put the controversial "collapsing windows" distribution theory to the test i.e., eliminating the gap between a theatrical release and its pay-per-view and DVD releases. But the director's radical re-envisioning of the Hollywood model doesn't end there: He too sides with studio executives who are advocating massive upfront pay cuts for talent in exchange for them receiving a larger share of the back end. According to him, a star salary cap is not only cost effective, it will improve the quality of the movies:

When you heard that the bastard child formed from the DNA of The WB and UPN would be called "The CW," a natural first assumption would be that the un-catchy, definite-article-dragging name was just a placeholder until CBS and Time Warner focus groups came up with something a little less clunky. No such luck, says The CW prime mover Les Moonves: