OK, so let’s get this out of the way. “Observe and Report,” though featuring 2009′s second narrative about a mall cop, is not even remotely close to January’s “Paul Blart” in anyway. In fact the two films should only exist side by side to show how entirely un-mainstream “Observe and Report” is. What Hill and star Seth Rogen have crafted in the 90 minutes that follow once you sit down to watch “Observe and Report” can be described by many highly colorful adjectives. The film is shocking, graphic, lewd and entirely inappropriate. And I loved every minute of it.

After pulling in record-breaking numbers for Universal last weekend, it has been rumored that a fifth The Fast and The Furious sequel has already been green lit. After going back to a similar sounding name for the fourth film in the series, Fast & Furious, the studio is reportedly hard at work coming up with another clever sounding name to remind us that it is indeed another sequel to the franchise…

If vampires wore eyeliner and spent their nights sink-side, dying their hair black, American Idol contestant Adam Lambert would be king of the creatures of the night. Talk about scary. This dude wears more make-up than most girls I know, this includes the sorority girls who spend two whole hours primping and painting their burned-by-a-tanning-booth mugs. And even that much MAC foundation still couldn’t cover up the blemishes/freckles/herpes on his mouth. Isn’t stage make up supposed to cover everything? Yet, I wouldn’t be surprised if he wins the competition. America is all about vampires right now. Good luck, Lambert.

Beatles fanatics rejoice! George Harrison is set to get his own star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, and it’s about damn time. Although The Beatles have already earned their own star collectively, John Lennon is the only band member to have his own place on the walk of fame. According to The Associated Press, Harrison’s name will be added to the Hollywood sidewalk on April 14. The unveiling of the musician’s star is expected to be attended by his widow, Olivia, and son, Dhani, who looks like “Across the Universe” actor Jim Sturgess.

Way to kick er, squeeze, a man’s balls while he’s already on the ground.

With a recent leak of Hugh Jackman’s latest movie, X-Men Origins: Wolverine leaked to the public with not so stellar reviews, seems as if the Australian star is heading for another Australia-sized disaster. So when Jackman visited a Japanese show this past [...]

According to it’s Myspace page, The Happy Ending is not your “typical Hollywood dive bar.” I’d verify that fact, and also add “it’s much worse.” The Happy Ending actually made me sad. Similar to those random bugs you find in your dirty apartment, or fratty room that smells of barf and beer, I like shady places. You’re more likely to find me in the corner of a dark bar with no dress code and stiff cocktails over a club with DJ (insert cool name here) and flashing lights worthy of a thousand epileptic seizures. I guess I’m a dive bar kind of girl. I don’t know exactly why, but maybe it has something to do with the fact that the people in a less pretentious setting generally happen to be cooler, and they don’t start conversations by asking me if I’m an actress. At that point, I’m already more inclined to pour my drink down your shirt. And let’s be honest, my love of a shady bar probably all stems back from USC…home of the most infamous college dive bar, otherwise known as the 9-0.

Don’t know what to do tomorrow? Still in bed from that hangover? Well get yourself out of bed, join others in their bed by bringing your pillow and joining thousands of others for National Pillow Fight Day…

In today’s world, being called a hot tranny mess is the equivalent of someone telling you that you’re the next Sasha Fierce. It’s a compliment. It’s like standing next to an ultrasound of a 7-week-old child feeling like a giant when you’re Mini Me. Kinda like getting laid with a straight guy when you’re Richard Simmons. Or that feeling you get when someone compliments you that your freshly coated orange tan looks as if you’ve been soaking in the UV rays from Zac Efron’s skin.