Cameron Diaz

Tickets are still available for this evening's screening of "Things You Can Tell Just by Looking at Her," a romantic comedy directed by Rodrigo Garcia, who received early funding from a Maryland Producers Club Filmmakers Fellowship. The director will be in town fresh from the movie's appearance at the Cannes Film Festival. "Things You Can Tell " stars Calista Flockhart, Glenn Close, Holly Hunter, Cameron Diaz, Kathy Baker and Amy Brenneman in an ensemble comedy about contemporary relationships.

8 p.m. [FX] Sports content (from memory, so maybe I've forgotten something): Brett Fav-ruh, Cameron Diaz (left) on the driving range and Diaz wanting to watch SportsCenter. Now, everybody sing along to "Build Me Up Buttercup."

SAN FRANCISCO -- Dermatologist Vail Reese has two passions: skin and the movies. The result: A Web site devoted to both.On his 3-year-old Web site, www.skinema.com, Reese analyzes movies and movie stars in terms of skin, hair and nails."I always loved film," says Reese, 35, who studied at American Conservatory Theater's Young Conservatory and considered becoming an actor.But his Web site, he says, is more than entertainment. It serves a medical purpose.He uses the characters in movies as well as actors to illustrate the skin ailments he sees in patients.

Live from 'SNL,' Tina Fey is 2008's top entertainer Tina Fey was voted the Associated Press' Entertainer of the Year, an honor given annually to the performer who had the greatest impact on culture and entertainment for the year. Robert Downey Jr., whose comeback was capped with the blockbuster Iron Man, finished second, and Heath Ledger, who posthumously wowed audiences as the Joker in The Dark Knight, was third. But it was Fey, 38, who most impressed voters (newspaper editors and broadcast producers across the country)

8 p.m. [FX] Sports content (from memory, so maybe I've forgotten something): Brett Fav-ruh, Cameron Diaz (left) on the driving range and Diaz wanting to watch SportsCenter. Now, everybody sing along to "Build Me Up Buttercup."

Eddie Murphy's lovable, febrile Donkey hasn't lost his kick, and Antonio Banderas' debonair Puss in Boots overflows with a ticklish feline unpredictability. But Mike Myers' Shrek and Cameron Diaz's Fiona supply the comic heart that turns Shrek the Third into a genuine slapstick fairy tale. With an original story by Andrew Adamson (who went from directing two Shreks to The Chronicles of Narnia), Shrek the Third puts a satisfying spin on the concept of Happily Ever After. It's about loosening the shackles of old scores and fears and taking your destiny into your own hands, paws or claws.

The fine line between black comedy and outright misanthropy gets obliterated in "Very Bad Things," actor Peter ("Chicago Hope") Berg's writing/directing debut about a bachelor party gone horribly wrong.In an effort to be shocking and hip, Berg takes his yarn to outrageous extremes of both violence and just plain unpleasantness.Kyle (Jon Favreau of "Deep Impact") is engaged to Laura (Cameron Diaz), a control freak obsessed with having the perfect wedding. His friends, including seedy real estate agent Boyd (Christian Slater)

Give this to The Holiday: It lives up to its title. The writer-producer-director, Nancy Meyers, who last created the delightful Something's Gotta Give, knows how to throw a yuletide bash. Beautiful people in beautiful places: That's part of her formula. It certainly is the come-on here, with Cameron Diaz as Amanda, an L.A. movie-trailer tycoon who splits with an unfaithful film composer (Edward Burns) right before the holidays and decides that a house-swap with a gal 6,000 miles away is just the ticket to recovery.

What Happens in Vegas is the kind of terrible mistake performers as big as Cameron Diaz and Ashton Kutcher usually make at the beginning of their careers, when they're anxious to break into the movies, or at the end, when they're struggling for a comeback. It's a screwed-up screwball farce about a slacker (Kutcher) and a go-getter (Diaz) who meet and get married one drunken night in Las Vegas. They win a $3 million jackpot with her quarter and his pull on a one-armed bandit and are sentenced to "six months hard marriage" when they try to get an annulment and sue each other for the money.

Come see Drew Barrymore lick a steering wheel while flaunting her death-drop cleavage in an unzipped-to-the-waist race-car jumpsuit! Check out Lucy Liu popping out of a leather bustier that apparently is appropriate attire for both baking muffins and kicking butt! Watch Cameron Diaz in a baby-T and Spiderman undies breathlessly bound to the door to sign for a UPS package! Need we say more to tout "Charlie's Angels"? For those of you who don't just require unabashed titillation to enjoy a movie, rest assured, there's more that makes this one worth seeing.

What Happens in Vegas is the kind of terrible mistake performers as big as Cameron Diaz and Ashton Kutcher usually make at the beginning of their careers, when they're anxious to break into the movies, or at the end, when they're struggling for a comeback. It's a screwed-up screwball farce about a slacker (Kutcher) and a go-getter (Diaz) who meet and get married one drunken night in Las Vegas. They win a $3 million jackpot with her quarter and his pull on a one-armed bandit and are sentenced to "six months hard marriage" when they try to get an annulment and sue each other for the money.

Eddie Murphy's lovable, febrile Donkey hasn't lost his kick, and Antonio Banderas' debonair Puss in Boots overflows with a ticklish feline unpredictability. But Mike Myers' Shrek and Cameron Diaz's Fiona supply the comic heart that turns Shrek the Third into a genuine slapstick fairy tale. With an original story by Andrew Adamson (who went from directing two Shreks to The Chronicles of Narnia), Shrek the Third puts a satisfying spin on the concept of Happily Ever After. It's about loosening the shackles of old scores and fears and taking your destiny into your own hands, paws or claws.

Give this to The Holiday: It lives up to its title. The writer-producer-director, Nancy Meyers, who last created the delightful Something's Gotta Give, knows how to throw a yuletide bash. Beautiful people in beautiful places: That's part of her formula. It certainly is the come-on here, with Cameron Diaz as Amanda, an L.A. movie-trailer tycoon who splits with an unfaithful film composer (Edward Burns) right before the holidays and decides that a house-swap with a gal 6,000 miles away is just the ticket to recovery.

Rating -- PG. What it's about -- Children of divorce traveling on their own are stuck in a snowbound airport for Christmas. The Kid Attractor Factor -- Kids, antics in an airport, under-age flirting, the works. Good lessons/bad lessons -- "Men are made, not born." And "divorced kids are more resourceful." Violence -- Slapstick, mild. Language -- Tame. Sex -- No, they're all too young, thank goodness. Drugs -- None. Parents advisory -- Genial, harmless, fitfully amusing holiday fare for any child old enough to go to the movies.

Johnny Depp has the write stuff when it comes to signing autographs while Cameron Diaz is the worst, according to a new list from Autograph Collector magazine. Depp, followed by George Clooney, topped the magazine's 14th annual survey of Hollywood's best and worst signers. "Many stars become bad signers once fame and fortune hits, but not Depp. He's even signed autographs for crowds at the airport while carrying luggage," said Steve Cyrkin, editor and publisher of the magazine. As for Clooney, "he'll joke as he signs, and make fun of how he looks in photos he's handed to autograph," Cyrkin said.

Some folks wear their hearts on their sleeves, but young folks like to wear their thoughts across their chests. For a while now, popular thoughts bandied about on tank-tops and T-shirts tended to be flirty or flip, fun in their nature. Princess. Diva. I'm with Stupid. I Want Your Boyfriend. I Love My Attitude Problem. But in this election year, with a slumbering economy and a war raging in Iraq, the tone on tees has taken a more serious turn. In shopping malls and T-shirt shops, clothing with sayings that espouse a political belief or promote a social or civic cause has been gaining popularity.

Johnny Depp has the write stuff when it comes to signing autographs while Cameron Diaz is the worst, according to a new list from Autograph Collector magazine. Depp, followed by George Clooney, topped the magazine's 14th annual survey of Hollywood's best and worst signers. "Many stars become bad signers once fame and fortune hits, but not Depp. He's even signed autographs for crowds at the airport while carrying luggage," said Steve Cyrkin, editor and publisher of the magazine. As for Clooney, "he'll joke as he signs, and make fun of how he looks in photos he's handed to autograph," Cyrkin said.

Rating -- PG. What it's about -- Children of divorce traveling on their own are stuck in a snowbound airport for Christmas. The Kid Attractor Factor -- Kids, antics in an airport, under-age flirting, the works. Good lessons/bad lessons -- "Men are made, not born." And "divorced kids are more resourceful." Violence -- Slapstick, mild. Language -- Tame. Sex -- No, they're all too young, thank goodness. Drugs -- None. Parents advisory -- Genial, harmless, fitfully amusing holiday fare for any child old enough to go to the movies.

This is how you, an average mortal, know when a movie star is being serious, and wants to be taken seriously as an "actress": She dyes her hair dark. Correction: She stops dyeing her hair blond. Goes back to her roots. Literally. And removes half her makeup. In other words: She starts to look a lot like an average mortal. These are the dark months of Hollywood, when movie stars become serious actresses, letting their roots and the circles beneath their eyes grow dark, all in an effort to have Oscar gold brighten their lives.

Action figures with figures: You can fit the appeal of the Charlie's Angels series in a cracked nutshell. But Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle is so hyperactive, disjointed and downright foolish, you can't even appreciate the pulchritude. The director of this choppy cheesecake franchise goes by the name McG. He's the most aptly named moviemaker since Tinto Brass, who directed Caligula. Based on the success of the first Charlie's Angels movie, and in anticipation of the blockbuster opening of this one, magazines have filled their pages with cutesy-poo group interviews featuring producer-star Drew Barrymore (Dylan)