After months of controversy bombarding Saturday Night Live and its blatant lack of diversity, executive producer Lorne Michaels has made a better attempt to address the lack of black females on the show than just having Kerry Washington absolve Michaels by playing Michelle Obama, Beyonce, and Oprah all in one sketch.
President Obama is ready to deploy the sexiest tool in his arsenal to get people on board with Obamacare; Julie Andrews teaches a master class in subtle snark; the producers of Homeland have found a new way to break your heart; and today we help you stalk your favorite campy action stars.
It's easy to overlook Harvey Weinstein huffing and puffing and threatening legal action, because it's hard to deny an old man his simple pleasures, but his latest litigious tussle with Warner Brothers over The Hobbit profit participation may not just be Weinstein's audition tape to play Gollum in the final Hobbit film.
Despite erroneous reports to the contrary, Universal will not be scrapping the shot footage of Fast & Furious 7; if you missed Audra Macdonald leave Carrie Underwood in her dust, you'll have another chance; Inbetweeners is getting a sequel; and So You Think You Can Dance royalty got married last night.
Hollywood's favorite drunk aunt Sharon Waxman, editor of TheWrap, appeared on Piers Morgan last night to lend her industry expertise on the recent deaths of Paul Walker and Nelson Mandela. Surprising to no one is the fact that Waxman offered little to no expertise whatsoever, other than touting her own unfounded conspiracy theories.
In a tale of life imitating art where no one is Nathan Lane or Matthew Broderick, NBC's Bob Greenblatt is one step closer to turning his tenure as entertainment chairman of the struggling network into a real-life version of The Producers. (It stands to reason that fluffy NBC president Jen Salke envisions herself as ulti-beard Sarah Jessica Parker, because, you know, shoes.)
George Clooney is the ambassador to everything; Bette Midler has been cast in the role she was born to play; Jack Reacher will be back in theatres; and the World's End gang wants to remind you that it's the most wonderful time for a beer.
After years of fueling the rumors himself, Friday Night Lights creator and director Pete Berg—a man not generally know for his ability to exercise restraint (see: Battleship)—has shot down hopes of a second Friday Night Lights movie.
Traditions are important, even when you think your show may not come back to ai, and thus our favorite students of Greendale Community College celebrate the close of Community season five filming the only way they know how: with Alison Brie in a track suit, breaking it down to C+C Music Factory's finest.
With Showtime canceling Californication, wherever will we find a show about sex and California now?; Tim Meadows is not happy with Saturday Night Live, but not for the reason you think; Video Game of Thrones is here; and Steve Jobs can help you turn your book into a movie.
Family Guy is raising Brian from the dead; the Hollywood hills are alive with the sound of NBC not failing; Lena Dunham must, must, must increase her bust; DiGiorno's social media is far better than their pizza.
In an uncharacteristically upbeat interview with Rolling Stone, former Oasis frontman Noel Gallagher shared his thoughts on Kanye West (love), Miley Cyrus (hate), hypochondria (have), and his dog-shit year. It was cantankerous, insightful, and f0r grouchy Gallagher, the most holiday spirit we may ever see from him.
It was announced yesterday that Israeli actress Gal Gadot would be taking on the role that feminists and fanboys oft-speculate on: Wonder Woman. Immediately, the internet erupted with two reactions—"Who?" followed quickly by "She's too skinny to play Wonder Woman." And so begins yet another cycle of outcry over a no-name being cast as a beloved superhero. But is casting someone with little to no fan following really such a gaffe?
Paramount's relentless Ron Burgundy overkill press blitz may finally be stopped; Ireland is a great place to visit if you don't mind being killed on the 9th day of your 10 day trip; Lars Von Trier wants to help you get porn in two parts; and Amanda Bynes has been released from rehab.
Perez Hilton finally achieved his goal of being famous, in the most ironic and exploitative way possible; Netflix is giving you the best Valentine's Day gift ever; the terrifying nightmares of your youth are back to haunt you; and Cats is being turned into a movie, because, Hollywood.
