Mischa Barton was just put under psychiatric hold, and while I would have found this shocking in her pre-OC Lawn Dogs days, it just isn't that shocking. In the wake of Michael Jackson's death it has become all too clear that health and Hollywood just don't mix.

Everyone hates Toronto. I get it. I've travelled from the west coast to the east coast of Canada, and whenever I say I was born and raised in this city, I get the same averted eyes, the same overt sneer. But despite it all, I'm still proud to say I'm from here, especially with the city's diversity and broad range of cultural events. The latest fest to crowd the streets is Luminato, a celebration of arts (visual, dance, music, and theatre) that runs from June 5-14. It's a time when Toronto's dirtiness and scuzziness (yes, I do agree they exist) are nicely shielded from tourists' eyes by a cornucopia of strange happenings.

Pretty much everyone with an internet connection will have already heard about the "run-in" between Bruno and Eminem last night. If you haven't, here is the 411:

When Sacha Baron Cohen was set to present Best Male Performance at the MTV Movie Awards, he appeared in character as Bruno (his latest alter ego, a gay Austrian fashion reporter and the star of his eponymous new film) and descended from the rafters dressed as an angel. Making out as though the cables holding him had malfunctioned, Bruno, wearing nothing but a jock strap, landed right on top of Eminem's face. That is to say, Eminem was virtually kissing Bruno's posterior.

"Eminem, nice to meet you," he said.

Most people like silly slapstick humour - I have ever since I saw Leslie Nielson in The Naked Gun when I was a child. I would laugh at his stupid jokes, the shameless impersonations, and the crude boob/sex humour. Even co-stars Priscilla Presley and O.J. Simpson could get laughs out of me. Looking back, I realize that for the time, these were 'edgy' comedies; that is, the humour was pushing boundaries. So when I contemplate the date-rape scene in the Seth Rogen flick Observe and Report, I get concerned for several reasons.

NOTE: Spoilers ahead. Read on, but you've been warned!

It took awhile for David Cronenberg to become a Canadian treasure, but the French always seemed to have a thing for the oddball filmmaker. From 1986's The Fly, in which Jeff Goldblum was transformed into a rather large insect, to 1996's Crash, in which paraphilia (people who derive sexual pleasure from car crashes) was the order of the day, Cronenberg's films are a favourite with France's culture vultures.

It is no surprise, then, that this year Cronenberg will receive France's highest decoration, the Légion d'honneur, on April 1. The director stopped by The Hour with George Stroumboulopoulos to discuss his career a week before he receives his award, and AOL was present for the taping.

The cast of Battlestar Galactica bade farewell to the dark, crumbling halls of Galactica many months ago, but we diehard fans are just preparing to leave. It's hard to believe the show's been on for five short (or long?) years, and we have to sever ties with our favourite characters already. I can't overstate what a pleasure it's been to be a passenger on BSG. In honour of the 13 Cylons and original colonies, here are the top 13 things that I loved the most about the show:

There is no dearth of thankless stars in Hollywood, but only a select few have the gumption to talk trash about their own films. Last summer, for example, Eddie Murphy told website STV.tv that he only agreed to work on Beverly Hills IV (yeah, who knew?) because of the paycheque.

"The third one was horrible, so I didn't want to do another one," he said. "The producers wrote some s--t down on paper and I said, 'Is this your phone number?' and they said, 'This is how much we're going to pay you.' I said, 'Let's go shoot it! I don't care if the script isn't right.' "

Now there's a new trash talker in Tinseltown who is giving Murphy a run for his money, so to speak. These past couple of weeks Twilight star Kristen Stewart (she plays heroine Bella, who falls for teen vampire Edward Cullen) and her family have been fairly vocal about Stewart's disrespect for the vampire series that has launched her into millionaire territory.

Everyone everywhere is blogging about how dull and predictable this ceremony will be, so we won't bore you with that same diatribe. But we will say that there probably won't be any surprises tonight: Slumdog Millionaire will win Best Picture, Danny Boyle will win Best Director, Heath Ledger will win Best Supporting Actor, and Wall-E will win Best Animated Feature. Hopefully, the 'surprises' the Academy has promised to wheel out are of the interesting variety. Anything to spice up this yawnfest.