Because seriously, SERIOUSLY: I would. Ever since Clueless (which debuted in 1995 – Courtney Stodden was a year old), Paul Rudd has been one of the hottest things going for me. Remember him in Halloween 6: The Curse of Michael Myers? What’s that? You stopped watching the Halloween movies back in ’78? Well that’s just too bad for you. You’re missing out, you silly ass. He was so hot in that movie, too.

Anyway, Paul’s in a new movie called Our Idiot Brother, and did an interview with Redbook where he discussed being considered “hot,” his wife, and how overall-amazing he actually is.

He’s just the regular every man:

“Oh you just added another hour to this interview! When we were filming Knocked Up, we kept a running list of annoying things about me. We used some of it in the movie and it was great. It’s almost like therapy, because I’d hear my wife yell from the other room, “Here’s one you can tell Judd [Apatow]: Pick up your f—ing coffee cup!” The list kept going after the movie came out, by the way. But my next project is a spin-off of Knocked up, Focusing mostly on my character so hat material has really come in handy.

He’s a good, good husband:

“When I take the time to acknowledge who my wife is and what she does. Whether it’s saying, ‘Wow, you look really pretty” when she isn’t expecting it, or just, “My God, its so amazing what you do for our children.” I think she appreciates that stuff even more than the bigger gestures, like picking a really thought-out birthday gift or arranging a great party for her on the sly.

On being grouped with “hot” peers:

“The first thing it makes me think is that James Franco, Bradley Cooper, Ryan Reynolds, and Jon Hamm weren’t available. And then once that goes away, what’s left is nothing but sheer appreciation.”

See? This is one of those times that, really, only a song will do my feelings any justice, so here goes:

Did anyone see Larry Crowne? I know I didn’t. It isn’t that I don’t love Tom Hanks—because, oh my God, do I looo-oooove Tom Hanks—but I have been pretty suspicious of his filmmaking decisions ever since Castaway. I’d read some lukewarm reviews for Larry Crowne, and I determined it wasn’t for me.

So not everyone loved Larry Crowne. No big deal, right? But apparently, Tom Hanks really takes it to heart.

From the Guardian:

The National Enquirer reports that Hanks was filling up his car at a petrol station in the wealthy Los Angeles district of Pacific Palisades when he was approached by a couple who had just seen him in Crowne, which Hanks also wrote and directed. When Hanks asked if they had enjoyed it, the man replied that it wasn’t that good, while his partner politely explained that they had come to expect more from their favorite actor.

Hanks is then reported to have apologized and offered to refund their ticket money. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out $25, which the couple eventually accepted.

Aww! Poor Tom Hanks! I want to give him a hug.

Ugh. I did not want to post pics of Courtney Stodden this morning. How did this even happen? It’s like I got tricked, man.

Anyway, according to E!, young Mrs. Hutchison just finished a photoshoot titled “Court Does Pam.” And sure enough! The resemblance to a Baywatch-era Pamela Anderson is staggering. (Just to give you some scope: Pamela Anderson left Baywatch in 1997. Courtney Stodden was born in 1994.)

Image gallery via Radar

Why am I so stuck on Anne Hathaway lately? Sorry, you guys—I don’t know what’s with me.

Here’s Miss Hathaway with One Day costar Jim Sturgess. And she’s just so prim! Take her down a peg, Josh Horowitz!

By the way: Celebuzz is maybe none-too-keen on Hathaway’s black-and-white striped maxi dress (it has a train), and I am kind of with them on this. In reviewing the video a third time, I feel like Hathaway is stepping on the hem of her own dress constantly.

This just in: people are nuts. Here’s a video of Lady Gaga trying to graciously maneuver through a crowd of fans and paparazzi. Yeesh. I don’t envy that kid’s career choice for one second.

The real pudding comes in the second half, when Gaga pauses to hug a hysterical, weepy fan. It’s kind of a creepily long embrace, too. (“It was on my bucket list to meet you!” the fan wails. Aww!)

Lookee, it’s Miley Cyrus and she looks … well, pretty dang good. She looks clean, there’s nary a trace of skanky, black PVC-and-leather studded bustier in sight, and she’s not nearly as bloated-looking. Someone’s either laid off the salts, or, you know, just the booze. While I adore the dress and the fresh-facedness, however, the hair is just not doing it for me. I don’t know if it’s the cut, or if it’s the color, but something’s not sitting right and something’s got to be done about it.

What color should Miley go?