Tom Hanks has never won a Tony. But now he has a friend named Tony—which, to be honest, is just as good!

As the late night world said goodbye to Jay Leno Thursday night, Jimmy Kimmel ignored the fuss and did what Jimmy Kimmel does best: get celebrities, especially Matt Damon, to make fun of themselves.

Meryl Streep was on The Ellen DeGeneres Show Monday morning discussing her 18^th Academy Award Nomination when she announced her friend Emma Thompson was "shockingly" left off the list of nominees for her work in Saving Mr. Banks.

In a tale sure to be seen in theaters near you just in time for the 2015 Oscar race, the insurance agent who scammed America's hero Tom Hanks out of $840,000 that could have gone to Chet Haze's budding rap career, has been sentenced to two years in prison.

Tom Hanks isn't just fighting pirates, a larger battle is raging on inside his body; it's Showtime's fault that the finale of Dexter sucked; Cory Feldman's reputation has been ruined thanks to a little blog that could; Woody Allen loves lung cancer, hates lung cancer awareness.

There's an important thing you should to know about (current? who can keep track, really) journalist turned filmmaker Peter Landesman, a thing that can just barely be gleaned from the oddly self-congratulatory Vanity Fair and Hollywood Reporter interviews that came out last month as his directorial debut Parkland—a Tom Hanks-produced JFK assassination biopic—was set to open at the Venice and Toronto film festivals. Peter Landesman is a colossal dick.

Pamela Anderson's curvaceous cantaloupes will be bouncing up to her chin yet again. The Republicans Grinched us out of our Hilary documentaries. YouTube is awarding things to people for god knows what reason. Tom Hanks may or may not serenade his wife with "Your sex takes me to paradise."