Egads! Could it be that actors with dissimilar personalities and performance styles are experiencing some professional friction even as they pretend to love each other in front of a movie camera? Gape in disbelief at a report that the set of Reese Witherspoon/Vince Vaughn holiday romantic comedy Four Christmases is rocked by not-getting-along-great scandal that could threaten the civility of their small talk around the craft services table! "'Vince rolls onto set in the morning looking like he just came in from a night out, while Reese will arrive early looking camera-ready,' says our San Francisco source. 'Then Reese tries to force Vince into blocking out each scene and running through their lines as Vince tries to convince her that he's an ad-libber and wants to play around and see where the scene goes.' ... 'She's a one-take perfectionist and Vince likes to try it a few different ways,' snickers our snitch. 'Sometimes Vince will be standing behind her and he has this look on his face that he just wants to kill her!'" [Gatecrasher]

Early this morning, the Hollywood Foreign Press Association, the shadowy kudos-proferring concern that curates Tinseltown's Drunkest Night, enlisted the help of motormouth auteur Quentin Tarantino, indestructible cheerleader Hayden Pannetiere, and frequently shirtless, occasionally fat-suited Van Wilder star Ryan Reynolds in announcing this year's Golden Globes nominations, a list of honorees that will be futilely scoured for clues as to the eventual composition of the Academy Awards shortlist.

For American women of a certain age—let's say, somewhere around the Ricki Lake/Rachael Ray generation—the utterance of the very name John Cusack is enough to instantly reawaken first stirrings of celebrity puppy-love ecstasy. Give those women their own talk shows and a captive audience with the boombox-hoisting object of their romantic adolescent fantasies, however, and things can quickly get pretty awkward.

Forbes.com has curated yet another multimedia gallery of famous faces and their estimated earning potentials, but in a less-charitable twist on their favorite theme, these are The Most Overpaid Celebrities, and some of them may surprise you: everyone from Nicole Kidman, whose The Golden Compass vastly overestimated audience's interest in backyard polar bear fighting, to Will Smith, whose three-tiered template to conquering Hollywood—FX, creatures, and love—we thought was as close as anyone has come to movie-stardom code-cracking.

Inspired by the outpouring of loving correspondence Kiefer Sutherland has been receiving this holiday season, we retrieved this request from our mailbag: "Hi, is it possible to send me a list of all addresses of famous people in Hollywood I know it is sound not really normal ask, but I want to send them all a New Year and Christmas cards. It can be as e-mail, as a normal address. Thank you." Unfortunately, we accidentally deleted our master list of addresses while compiling our own e-mail blast of Yuletide cheer. Whoops! But if any of our readers have access to this information, we'd be happy to forward it along and help this generous individual spread the Christmas spirit throughout Hollywoodland.

· Music round-up: Bjork at the Nokia Theatre; Ben Lee at the El Rey; Velvet Revolver and Alice in Chains at the Gibson Amphitheatre; Jesca Hoop at the Troubadour.
· At the Steve Allen Theater, Seth McFarlane, Ed Helms, Emily "Bones" Deschanel, Nick Kroll, and too many others to list are putting on The Strike Show, a live comedy variety extravaganza to benefit members of the industry affected by the strike.
· Can't afford the expensive present your love one is demanding for Christmas? Head to the Wrap Up Your Words workshop tonight and learn how to shame their materialism with the gift of a finely crafted story or poem.

As we scrawl yet another red X on our 12 Months of Torture: An Official '24' 2007 Calendar—bringing us to Day 8 of what will eventually be 48 days behind bars for Kiefer Sutherland—we've been on the lookout for reports on how the actor is faring behind the razor-wire-enforced walls of the Glendale City Jail. One encouraging report suggests Sutherland has been deluged in fan mail in the days since beginning his sentence:

Even though she's far too young to have experienced the early-1980s TV adventures of fashionably hirsute, Members Only-sponsored freedom fighter David Hasselhoff and his wisecracking—-but fiercely loyal!—Trans Am during Knight Rider's original, blockbuster run, we still dispatched Defamer videographer Molly McAleer to NBC's Burbank headquarters for today's event announcing the February premiere of the two-hour Rider movie they hope will relaunch the franchise into another series, figuring that she's squarely in the demographic their newfangled primetime product is targeting.

Though we at Defamer realize that the primary function of CAA's Century City Death Star is to wreak havoc on behalf of its clients, we hope—delusionally, perhaps—that the temporary evil-slowdown the agency is experiencing due to the writers strike might allow employees to use the space to achieve happier, less detructive ends. In the hopes of promoting this briefly opening window of opportunity, we pass along this Craigslist plea by someone hoping to reconnect with a staffer who caught his eye:

"IKE Turner, musician and ex-husband of singer Tina Turner, has died at his home in suburban San Diego, his manager says. Turner was one of rock's architects, but his wider infamy was as the man who brutally abused former wife Tina Turner." For those not fully acquainted with Turner's abusive legacy, we recommend an immediate trip to the video store to rent What's Love Got to Do With It, which will leave you with a creeping, lifelong fear of Laurence Fishburne. [News.com.au]

Beloved multihyphenate talent and recent lesbian-wedding-rumor target Queen Latifah stopped by The View today to promote The Perfect Holiday, giving panel moderator Whoopi Goldberg the perfect opportunity to find out what would make for an ideal Latifah Christmas. Offering up the four tried-and-true holiday F's of "food, football, family, and fun," Sherri Shepherd added, "and a fine man wouldn't help!" Although she quickly corrects herself, we're wondering if the noted flat-Earther/Jesus-firster's Freudian slip wasn't perhaps a more accurate assessment of just how low a visit from Hunky Santa comes in on the Queen's wish-list this year.

Once again turning to the revenue-deficient wasteland of the internet to get its message out to the public, the negotiation-averse AMPTP posts a reminder about how much money the Guild is costing everybody while its members mock up hurtful websites and grab-ass with Mr. Sulu on the picket line. That Doomsday Ticker never stops spinning! "Then, someone from the WGA offices happily distributed the link to a hijacked parody website that even many rank-and-file WGA members felt was over-the-top. All of this is happening right along with the WGA's continuing series of concerts, rallies, mock exorcisms, pencil-drops and Star Trek-themed gatherings. Amidst this alternating mix of personal attacks and picket line frivolity, we must not forget that this WGA strike is beginning to cause serious economic damage to many people in the entertainment business." [AMPTP.org]

Oft-troubled mother-of-two Britney Spears, photographed yesterday wearing a pink wig on an aborted field trip back to the Hustler store (perhaps to return the fluorescent hairpiece to its rightful mannequin owner), has failed to show up to K-Fed attorney Mark Vincent Kaplan's offices today to deliver a deposition in her ongoing child custody dispute:

In a memo issued this afternoon, MTV Networks performed a near-180, relenting to complaints from freelancers who were told last week their benefits would be cut. "We've implemented a process for evaluating freelance and temporary employee positions for possible conversion to staff positions," reads the announcement from JoAnne Griffith, MTVN's executive vice president for HR. "This process is currently underway." Freelancers will now have the choice to continue with their current health plan—including dental!—or sign on to MTV's Aetna plan. Either way, they won't have to make the decision until February of next year, nearly three months after the original deadline set by the company last week. Full memo after the jump.

· Golden Globes producers await a decision on whether or not the WGA will grant their (probably doomed) waiver request to allow striking writers to whip them up a script, a wish that they've already granted for their supportive bretheren in SAG's upcoming awards show. Meanwhile, the industry wonders who'll be willing to cross the picket line to attend the Globes ceremony. [Variety]
· Fox pushes back Avatar, director James Cameron's much-anticipated return to theaters, from Memorial Day 2009 to December 18th, then spackles that mid-year holiday weekend hole with Ben Stiller's Night a the Museum sequel. [THR]

Though there's still plenty of time for the WGA and studios to hammer out an agreement before the entertainment industry has to seriously consider the strike's potential impact on the Academy Awards, it's not too early to start fretting about a highly theoretical doomsday scenario in which the whole ceremony is canceled, a situation that could plunge the entire celebrity-service industry into ruin. How will the people who make a living catering to those too busy to attend to their own needs fare in an Oscarless world? ABC News investigates:

In a Chicago courtroom today, Shia LaBeouf has been cleared of all charges relating to an incident last month in which he was arrested for drunkenly refusing to leave a Walgreens. LaBeouf reacted to the news with a smile—a great relief to fans concerned the star of Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull would crack under the pressure of criminal prosecution, eventually dropping to his knees and begging the judge, "Nonononononono!" [Fox News]

The Great Paparazzi Wars continue with news that a freelance photographer, who alleges he was sucker-punched by Pierce Brosnan after snapping the actor and his son outside a Malibu restaurant in October (see before-and-after pap-pummeling photos here!), is going forward with his lawsuit against the hairy-chestiest Bond since Connery:

In a bold return to the semi-controversial product endorsement activities of her infamous, burger-fellating past, the dependably quasi-outrageous Paris Hilton has traded the sickly green of her iconic, night-vision enhanced figure-modeling work for a glittering gold in an attempt to sell the product of a champagne-in-a-can concern Rich Prosecco.