Having signalled the beginning of a difficult revitalization process through the ceremonial sacrifice of their longtime marketing chief to the Hollywood gods earlier this week (in fairness, you try and sell something called The Last Mimzy), embattled New Line executives Bob Shaye and Tobey Emmerich sat down with the LAT's Patrick Goldstein to discuss What Went Wrong during their recent, flop-riddled run—Hairspray notwithstanding—and to share their vision for the studio's future. In a refreshing change of course, Emmerich reveals that they're ready to recognize that a screenplay is only as good as the one-sheet that condenses its ideas into a single, multiplex-lobby-friendly image and the test marketing audience that will recognize its third act problems at a fraction of the cost of a roomful of clueless development execs. Reports Goldstein:

In the excitement of yesterday afternoon's Brad Pitt JuryDutyWatch, we somehow missed the fact that Pitt was served a Subway sandwich for lunch. (It was not disclosed whether or not he enjoyed the sandwich.) Please accept our apologies for not bringing you this crucial information in a more timely fashion. [Us]

Now that enough time has passed following 21-year-old music video extra Matt Salinas's soggy, twisted night of rooftop hot tub captivity, it seems that he's ready to go before the syndicated celebrity newsmagazine cameras—here, he spends some couch time with Access Hollywood's— to share his experience with the world . Yes, the story is identical to the one he first told to Us, but his tale carries far more heft now that we can inspect his face for signs of lasting emotional damage. (Though it would have helped somewhat if Billy Bush had provided a doll upon which Salinas could show us the naughty places where Britney touched him.) Fortunately, it seems that our victim has pulled through his ordeal largely intact, as he practically tries to reach through the screen and high-five each and every one of us, his virtual frat brothers, and declare, "Dudes! I totally hit that!"

· Treat yourself to one of the bricks from the facade of The Sopranos' legendary Satriale's Pork Store, then use it to smash your TV out of frustration that John from Cincinnati isn't watchable.
· Slate tries to figure out what happened to Pacino.
· Kirk Kerkorian is tired of paying $50k a month to raise Steve Bing's kid.
· Ellen Pompeo eats "rich and famous girls who are rich and famous for nothing" for lunch.
·Someone's really been hitting the weights.

We have no idea what anyone but the most psychotically obsessed Lindsay Lohan fan might want with an empty Domino's box that was delivered to her family's Long Island home while she was sneaking off to Cirque Lodge for a third try at rehab—after all, since she never touched it, one can't even reasonably hope to clone her from the DNA in an auburn hair stuck to the grease spot on its bottom. Still, for the dedicated Lohan-watcher, there might be some value in owning any part of her historic meltdown, no matter how peripheral; maybe winning the very affordable auction for the pizza box could hold someone over until he has an opportunity to blow his life savings on Lindsay's highly collectible coke-pants once they make their inevitable eBay appearance.

LAist has a handsome photoset capturing the mini media frenzy surrounding today's field trip to Phil Spector's Alhambra mansion. Included is the above portrait of Lily, the neighbor's Great Dane, prominently sporting a TEAM SPECTOR badge on her fishing cap. While the sweet-faced, panting canine makes an adorable and unlikely champion for Spector's innocence, her eyes suggest a different story indeed—that of a terrified animal, whose refusal to surrender a rubber chew toy led the defendant to point a semi-automatic handgun at her skull, threatening to splatter her "doggie brains" across the lawn, "just like all those other bitches who refused to play fetch."

Hold on, what? He was called back into court? No? Oops, nevermind. He's still done with jury duty. But please accept this link to a story about some moms who went to rock camp as our apology for any confusion we may have caused. [Newsweek]

Tonight, sandwiched between a rerun of Small Town Gay Bar and Freddie Mercury: Magic Remixed, TV history will be made, as Logo will air the first Democratic Presidential Forum devoted entirely to gay, lesbian, and fag-hag issues, broadcast right here from L.A. A number of frontrunners—brow-beaten from two solid hours of addressing where they stand on such hot-button issues as same-sex marriage, gays in the military, and how and when the U.S. government can justify invading Britney Spears' personal life—plan to celebrate the landmark political event with various soirees held around the city, including a $50-per-Gay viewing party for Hillary Clinton at The Abbey. Still, the invitation (above) offers no guarantees that you or anyone from your L Word viewing circle will be doing raspberry mojito shots off the candidate's suprisingly taut abdominal muscles.

Brad Pitt has been dismissed from jury duty. And thus ends Brad Pitt JuryDutyWatch. See you next year. [TMZ]

· Music round-up: The Lovemakers at the Troubadour; Carina Round at Largo; The Moon Upstairs do Spaceland's Thursday night concert at Pershing Square.
· At the Key Club, porno classic Debbie Does Dallas gets the rock-musical treatment that it so sorely needed to unlock its full artistic potential.
· The galleries of downtown LA throw open their doors for the monthly Art Walk. As a special treat, the free DASH shuttles that follow the route will be hosted by local historians Matt Goulet and Mike the Poet.

Breaking: Brad Pitt may have to perform civic duty. Oft-used "Don't you see how many kids I have to fucking take care of because my wife can't stop with the adoption nonsense?" excuse no longer flying with expasperated judge. Developing... [TMZ]

No more kids for, like, four years. But then maybe two in a row? Also, the Coldplay guy may want to adopt, but it's not clear whether or not Gwynnie's in on those plans. Maybe he just wants an orphan to himself. This shit is complicated. We give up. [People]

Having apparently exhausted every other viable urban setting in which to film a variety of easily recognizable, TV-friendly character types bickering over dirty dishes, fucking each other, and vomiting upon the sidewalks outside of nightclubs where they consume the alcohol that will fuel their next bickering/fucking cycle, MTV is returning The Real World to Los Angeles some 14 years after its first rampage through our fair city. Huzzah! More specifically, they'll be housing their 20th season exhibitionists in Hollywood, where the production's omnipresent camera crew should blend in seamlessly with the ones that record the every public appearance of the fame-damaged celebrities the cast members will so desperately try to emulate during their stay.

Jurors in the Phil Spector trial are soon expected to hear testimony from Devra Robitaille, the fifth witness who'll testify that Spector had held them at gunpoint when they threatened to leave his Alhambra mansion—sort of like the Playboy Mansion, but with fewer big parties, more acts of violence against women, and about an equal amount of obscenely rich, eccentric, and horny old proprietors wandering around. Earlier today, the jurors got a look at the crime scene itself. From the AP report:

We had always just assumed that the Walk of Fame was untouchable, and that the tourists of tomorrow, strolling down its glittering trails in rocket-boosted sneakers, would enjoy it for generations to come. But today comes the somewhat distressing news that the stars on the 1600 block of Vine—for decades where local homeless could rely on relieving themselves on some of the biggest celebrities of Hollywood's Golden Age— have been temporarily removed to make way for the construction of the W Hotel complex. The LAT reports:

Wondering exactly where Matt Damon lives in NYC? Just look for the 50-foot "Bourne Comes Home" billboard Universal has helpfully placed on the side of his building. [TSG]

Since your gag reflex has thus far prevented you from rising within the ranks of your company in the traditional, blowjob-related manner, it couldn't hurt to get some outside help for a career boost. Hit the Defamer Job Board and never again worry about how your more orally gifted peers are getting ahead.

· After a decade in existence, DreamWorks is tantalizingly close to crossing the $1 billion box office mark for the first time. You know what that means: three-day weekend for everyone in the Paramount family! [Variety]
· Continuing the tradition of casting attractive female co-stars with questionable acting abilities he established in his Austin Powers films, Mike Myers has added Jessica Alba to the talent roster of his big-screen comeback, The Love Guru. [THR]
· Ben Stiller and his Red Hour Films will stay in the DreamWorks family for at least three more years, and to show how happy the studio was to renew their deal, they sent over one of their favorite creative executives for Stiller to do with as he pleases. [Variety]
· The NLRB rules that studios can't press WGA members into webisode slave-labor. Expect the studios to continue to refuse to pay for the new-media content and force PAs and writers' assistants to write the clips on their lunch breaks. [THR]
· TNT renews Saving Grace, USA reorders Burn Notice, and Lifetime picks up a second season of Army Wives. And there is still not a damn thing to watch on network TV this summer. [Variety]

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It's hard to believe that so soon after American Idol appointed its last karaoke superstar, the fame-making juggernaut is once again winding its way around the country, offering a generation of disenfranchised youth with a song in their heart a slim chance at escaping their dreary, service-sector lives. Such was the case with Dallas auditioner Antoria Gillon, who barreled through her one shot at greatness even after it became clear to judges that the very pregnant hopeful had gone into labor. From the Fox News report: