"This is the end / My only friend, the end." Not sure if Jim Morrison penned those words about Lipstick Jungle, but tonight could be the conclusion (or not) of your favorite female-empowerment hour.

As Fox Studios throws its enthusiastic support behind How I Met Your Mother by tripling its stars' salaries, the laugh track-enhanced CBS sitcom returns to the tabloid slophouse for some ratings-goosing stunt-casting.

Ridley Scott finally sheds some extra Nottingham weight. [NY Post]

The day after heartfelt if hopeless pseudo-legal judicial appeals from Watchmen co-producers Larry Gordon and Lloyd Levin, Fox and Warner Bros. today hinted at a more binding resolution in their copyright case.

· When you're done looking up her name, feel free to discuss the fact that Cobie Smulders and her castmates now make between $90,000 - $120,000 per episode of How I Met Your Mother. [THR]

1/8 — I saw that vampire dude from Twilight, ROBERT PATTINSON, just this morning at the Coffee Bean in Los Feliz. EVERYBODY within 100 feet recognized him but nobody bothered him, thank God. He ordered a Chai Tea Latte and waited patiently with everyone else, pretending to text somebody on his blackberry. [Hollywood PrivacyWatch is written by and for Defamer readers; send your sightings to tips@defamer.com.]

There's ultimately no point in dreading the remake of Wes Craven's vicious, still-shocking 1972 thriller Last House on the Left, even despite a new trailer bringing to mind torture porn by way of Restoration Hardware.

1/7 — I was shopping at the Banana Republic on Beverly Drive in Beverly Hills looking for post-holiday deals. While I was contemplating my purchases, I was drawn to a man standing by the shoes. He had the nicest ass, perfectly ensconced in a tight pair of Jeans, and he turned out to be STEPHEN MOYER, my favorite vampire from True Blood. He looked so pleasing to the eye that I would have dropped it all to cop a feel on that perfect ass. He seemed friendly enough as he interacted with the staff. He left without buying anything. I have seen a few celebs at this store, maybe he'll be back. Stephen, call me. [Hollywood PrivacyWatch is written by and for Defamer readers; send your sightings to tips@defamer.com.]

Patrick Swayze misses TCA's Beast panel, hospitalized for pneumonia. [THR]

Now that Tom Cruise's appearance on The View has aired, we can bring you the whole, Scientology-defending Jett Travolta conversation without any delightfully premature interruption by the Us Weekly bumper.

Congrats — again — to Slumdog Millionaire director and Critics Choice Award winner Danny Boyle, just about the nicest guy you've ever wished would please take his Oscar and end awards season, already.

You don't kick a dingo when he's down (or maybe you do, to dislodge the baby from its jaws? We always forget), but Nicole Kidman has done just that by piling on the beleaguered Australia.

1/8 — So tonight I'm sitting at the always awesome Itacho on beverly when I look up and realize I'm in the presence of greatness — WARREN BEATTY and Diane Keaton! Oh wait — that's not Diane Keaton... that's ANNETTE BENING in a big knit scarf a la Diane Keaton and big Morrissey glasses a la Diane Keaton. You can understand how I might have mistaken the two under those circumstances. So it wasn't a Reds reunion — it was still mother-effing Warren Beatty and mother-effing Annette Bening and they mother-effing rock. Oh, and all their kids. Which I didn't realize they had so many. Maybe it was their kids and some of their kids' friends? [Hollywood PrivacyWatch is written by and for Defamer readers; send your sightings to tips@defamer.com.]

True—horrifying Southern socialites by wielding a bag of your own feces at a dinner party might be a showstopper, but what to do for an encore? That's the dilemma facing Sacha Baron Cohen.

The W. DVD is going to have some killer double features. First, video was leaked of the violent arrest of Josh Brolin and Jeffrey Wright, and now TMZ has their surprisingly funny squad car banter.

1/8 — Saw who I sincerely believe was LEONARDO DICAPRIO (i think a little new weight threw me off) sitting with beautiful woman (girlfriend?) and parental units enjoying a meal and quiet conversation at Local restaurant in Silver Lake. [Hollywood PrivacyWatch is written by and for Defamer readers; send your sightings to tips@defamer.com.]

Welcome back to Defamer Attractions, your guide to everything new, noteworthy and shoved down your throat at the movies. This week: Bride Wars commence, Gary Oldman slums, and Clint Eastwood expands.

· If there's one man who can help this calorie-obsessed junior bodybuilder spend less time focusing on his washboard abs, and more time acting like a normal kid, it's Mr. Phil.

Che is a hit! Kind of! After grossing nearly $250,000 in three weeks — in only two theaters, screening twice a day — IFC Films is literally, unexpectedly taking its "roadshow" version on the road.

· Oscar-winning screenwriter Eric Roth will visit the WGA Theater, where he'll reveal the most insulting thing David Fincher ever called him during pre-production on Benjamin Button.