View the gallery When these two got together, I had some serious doubts. But he is so good on Parenthood, which is itself so good, and he loves her enough to give her a sloth. So now I want these two crazy kids to make it. All it takes is
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View the gallery "This is weird, right? It's weird. Right? Does anyone understand this? God, I miss being Sydney Bristow sometimes. She would know what to do." [Photos: INF Daily, Pacific Coast News]
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View the gallery Can there be anything more depressing than when you're stuck doing lengthy promo tours for a movie that came out to a resounding "meh"? Well, strike that --there are a lot of things more depressing than that. Too many to list. But you
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View the gallery Child, did you even TRY with that hair? [Photos: WENN, Splash]
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View the gallery I assume this is the kick-off party for her action figure, SUPER MINAJ.
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View the gallery It had to happen sooner or later: R.Pattz emerged from hiding after the K.Stew scandal, and did a bang-up job looking none the worse for wear. I'm sure there were people on one team or another on constant alert for puffy, red
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View the gallery I decided these two traded outfits at the last second, because Biel got sick of people raising an eyebrow at all the bridal white she kept wearing. That, or she's rebelling now that she's out from under Timberlake's iron fashion thumb.
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View the gallery Infamously, DirecTV lost our NBC affiliate's signal in the middle of the closing ceremony, just in time to deny us the Spice Girls. So I am writing this without having seen the actual performance, but let's just assume I would have gushed about
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View the gallery The raucous rock-concert atmosphere of the Closing Ceremony was a lot more joyous and lively and fun than the alternately grim and bizarre opener, which I suppose is appropriate since by this point nobody was stressed out anymore about their hamstrings, their inward three-and-a-
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View the gallery I hate when the Olympics end. It's like the day after Christmas. It feels like the end of fun. FOREVER. Thank God Kate and Wills are touring Asia and the Pacific Islands for two weeks in September, so at least we won't be
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View the gallery Wherein the Russian women DARE you to make a "Who's BAAAAD" joke as they moonwalked all over the competition, thanks to this thriller of a routine they would not stop until we got enough. PYTs, somebody is watching you; do not beat it,
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View the gallery Poor rhythmic gymnastics. Nobody takes it seriously. Just because these ladies aren't insane enough to flip around on a tiny plank, or hurl themselves at a vault, or spin around at uneven bars, people forget they exist (kind of like how synchronized swimming gets treated
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View the gallery I had a dream the other night that I bumped into Christina Hendricks in the ladies' room at a Sizzler. No, really. Apparently my subconscious really likes sensibly priced but mediocre buffets. Anyway, in the dream, she offered me a Diet Coke flavored donut, told me
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View the gallery The other day, Fug Friend Marissa pointed out to me that the Hollywood Reporter had two stories atop one another. One was about how Jennifer Lawrence was negotiating a huge payday for something; the one directly underneath was that Lohan was considering joining the cast of Scary
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View the gallery Based on the weather here, it should have been called the InStyle Surface of the Sun Soiree. Still, people managed to look fresh and unsticky, which is always an achievement. But were the efforts of their anti-perspirant sprays in service of good or evil? Observe. [Photos:
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