While some were busy downing cocktails at the Friars Club on Wednesday night, others with access to a slightly more glamorous crowd were being entertained at the Variety V Life party at ne plus ultra hack director Brett Ratner's newly-renovated home. (Ratner, you may or may not remember, "guest edited" a recent V Life issue.) While our correspondent doesn't mention if things in the house explode for no reason, the place is equipped with a nifty photo booth—but thinking about acts that the booth has probably captured on its strip-film makes us instantly queasy.

Fox 411's Roger Friedman reports that hack director/Robert Evans footstool Brett Ratner has been subpoenaed to testify in the Michael Jackson molestation trial.

Shadowy fashion player-hater Mr. Blackwell has emerged from his stylish groundhog hole to issue his 45th annual "Worst Dressed" list. (That's right, he's been at this long enough to bore our grandparents with his catty nonsense.) This year's picks are like taking a jackhammer to a bag of paralyzed kittens, as Nicolette Sheridan (she wins, she wins!), Lindsay Lohan, Paris Hilton (everyone together now: She wears clothes?), Britney Spears, and Paul Abdul all feel the sassy sting of his superannuated tongue. While we'd love to ignore all of this dirty business and return to important work of analyzing Brad and Jen's break-up, we do feel compelled to defend one of Blackwell's victims. He probably thought that Serena Williams showed up to every movie premiere draped in the same hairy, fleshy cape, but that was just boyfriend Brett Ratner hugging her during the red carpet photo ops.

FilmStew's blog has a recap of last night's "Hollywood's Master Storytellers" (cough,what the fuck?, cough) Q & A with director McG following a screening of Charlie's Angels. Apparently, it took some cajoling by Mr. G before noted cineaste Drew Barrymore would allow him behind the camera:

The Corsair blog dutifully transcribes the minutes from the latest meeting of the Robert Evans and Brett Ratner Mutual Admiration Society. Fittingly, this new chapter in the unlikely love affair between the superannuated producer and überhack director unfolds in the pages of Interview magazine, the print media's only pure medium where celebrities can get together for orgies of admiring rimjobs, salad tossings, and mutual masturbation. In this excerpt, it's hard to tell if Evans is about to faint from the force of his own self-love, or if he can hold on long enough to be overwhelmed by Ratner's unabashed brown-nosing.