How pathetic are the current crop of films being churned out by the major Hollywood studios? I mean Final Destination 3? If they didn't reach their destination the first two times, what makes you think that this time will be any different? Paul Walker rescuing his dogs in Eight Below? Can we save the dogs and leave Walker out in the biting cold instead? Date Movie? Do we really need another cheesy teen comedy to support the ailing careers of the American Pie alums? I can truthfully say nothing appealing has hit theatres since the Oscar rush at the end of 05. So what rocks are all the quality flicks hiding under you ask? They are in the pipeline, but the studio execs are waiting until this slow season passes before giving us the interesting fare. The following films are festering summer blockbusters, indie gold beating up the festival circuit and generally interesting flicks that make shelling out $10 a ticket a tad less painful.

2005 proved quite a refreshing year for music, polishing the apple and unleashing quirky pornographers on savvy music kids across the nation. The best of the breed proved to be an eclectic mix, spanning everything from the resurrection of 70s disco fever to addicting bubble gum pop Britney would trade her first born for. The common element that they all share is an innovative approach to formulas that grew tired eons ago. Now pay particular attention to the fact that this isn't a list of the top singles of 2005. I haven't listened to commercial radio in four years so I wouldn't know a band's single if it came up and slapped me upside the head with a lobster. These are the songs that sprang off their albums and wrestled me to the ground like a possessive lover. They beg to be cherished in your iPod, and they've got all those luscious qualities where you simply must surrender to their seductive musical touch. Also, to save myself some whining over technicalities, the final five picks can't claim 2005 as the year of their birth, but they sucker punched my attention through inclusion on soundtracks and just general discovery this year. Therefore, they are part of the family. Here is the best of 2005.

Several months ago, I wrote a feature showcasing the sexiest women in film. It was a piece that generated much praise, an array of curse words that were new to me, but more than anything, it triggered an outpouring of fierce debate over who made the list, who didn't and whose legs out sexed who. I promised I'd return to highlight the stunning ladies of music and television when the time was right, so today I park myself on the sofa, flipper in hand, to give the scintillating beauties of the small screen their just due. So before we get to the list that sparks girlfriends into a jealous rage, its time to lay the ground rules and highlight the criteria used for selecting this esteemed field. First, the actress must be currently on the active roster for their respective series. That's why you don't have no-brainers of the past like Jessica Alba, Elisha Cuthbert or Jennifer Aniston poking up here. TV may have been the thing that lit their career, but they've decided to test their swimming skills in the shark tank. Next, sexy encompasses everything from acting skills (sorry Pamela) and character presence to career prospects and how close they come to overheating your television set. Whether they cavort around in lingerie seducing their male lead or leave a bit to the imagination, preferring to wear a gunnysack, all of these ladies are spread with the icing of sex appeal from head to toe. You won't find a tastier group of women in the television universe. Without further ado, here are the ladies that light up our lives.

I don't know if you've noticed yet, but it's starting to feel a tad bit nipply out. That, of course, signals the big man in the red suit is gearing up for his annual breaking and entering, pigskin extravaganza reaches a heinous roar and hapless TV execs take yet another jab at justifying their salaries after a poor fall showing. January is fast approaching, and a whole new crop of dramas, comedies and faux reality series rush to our TV sets, longing to be the next Desperate Housewives, yet each are two episodes away from being mounted beneath the guillotine. What can I say? The fickle American public is thirsty for blood. Can you blame them? You can't throw this much garbage at anyone and expect them not to get tired of taking out the trash. So this time around, they try to plug the gapping holes in their line-ups by assaulting us with star firepower (Jenna Elfman, Heather Graham, Vanessa Williams), dancing and skating with celebs, not to mention yet another Law & Order-esque rip-off. Better start digging those holes in the TV graveyard because in a few short months, we're going to need them.

A handful of years ago if a musician sold the rights to his song for use on a television show or, God forbid, a commercial, they were labeled a sellout, immediately to be shunned as a musical pariah. Remember the stink that was created when the Rolling Stones let Microsoft use "Start Me Up" to launch Windows 95? Now, not only is it accepted, artist's are signing away their first born to get their tracks exposed to the receptive, hip audiences of television's elite shows. Bands like Telepopmusik and Citizen Cope probably wouldn't exist if it weren't for the launching pad of television. Grey's Anatomy isn't just one of the hottest new commodities on the tube, it also features some of the best new music. It is consistently a savvy mix of unknown, up-and-coming artists that seem tailor fit for the scene they are serenading. Now its time to take these hundred or so songs and find the most compelling musical candy that Grey's has sweetened our life with. I only wish they had taken as much care assembling this soundtrack as they do in their weekly duties laying down episode tracks.

Every savvy movie buff knows that summers and even the months following it are the proverbial dumping ground for blockbusters deemed "highly entertaining," leaving us to shell out $8.50 for a film high on the big-name gloss factor, but short on substance. And while a film doesn't have to be "important" to be entertaining, this time is the gulag, the wasteland, before the oscar-worthy juggernauts are released. Where to go but to our trusty Netflix or video store to catch up on those forgotten favorites that deserve a second viewing.

But instead of getting the newest release of the next biggest sequel to the last biggest sequel, why not experiment with the perfect double-feature that is not as obvious as sequels? Here is a short guide of strongly recommended rentals to make a double-feature to die for. Each movie below stands on its own as a great flick, but for something different, try watching the two back-to-back.

'Iconish' (as Jessica Simpson would say) television comedy just hasn't been the same since the fall of the mighty NBC "must-see" line-up that let our remotes rest on Thursday nights. Did they truly think the Joanie Loves Chachi-esque Joey could really anchor their continued dominance? Don't even get me started on NBC ditching its best comedy, Scrubs, from their fall line-up. What are we to do without our Friends or the immortal Seinfeld to keep us wobbling off the couch from fits of sidesplitting laughter? Oh, the humanity! What would you do if I told you there was a show just as fun as Friends with that special quirky innovation of Seinfeld all wrapped up into one nice, neat little package? Now granted it's cancelled too, but it's British, available on DVD, so it's all new to you. It's called Coupling and it's just the swift kick-start your funny bone has been jonesing for.

Seldom, do you find an actor in Hollywood that is ushered into mega stardom based on their film debut. More often, they slowly make a name for themselves lurking in the shadows of marquee stars or headlining smart indie features for the art house film snobs. Don't believe me? Had you heard the name Colin Farrell before he robbed scenes from uber charismatic Tom Cruise in Minority Report? Do you think Christian Bale would have had an inkling of a chance to headline the rebirth of the Batman franchise without being the naked, chainsaw-wielding narcissist in American Psycho? Would Matthew McConaughey have gone on to be enticing eye candy for ladies everywhere had he not uttered the immortal line in Dazed and Confused: "That's what I love about these high school girls, man. I get older, they stay the same age." I rest my case. The common bond that all these actors share is that they are a powder keg of talent waiting for the right script to splinter all over the Hollywood landscape. This week I'm firing up my crystal ball and staring into the guts of the film industry to glean who will be your next "must see" actor. That way you can admire them now then get your feathers all ruffled up when the Hollywood machine tries to infect and slowly discount their talent.

Many movies stars looking for a career boost have turned to the small screen to find audiences that no longer catch them in the theatres. However, as some big screen stars have found out, it's not a sure thing that silver screen success can translate into boob tube gold. Just ask Chris O'Donnell, whose ex-Fox drama, Head Cases, was cancelled after two airings. Not too worry, Boy Wonder, you're in good company.

Check out Entertainment Weekly's list of movie stars who weren't so lucky in series television.

It seems Tara Reid's ill-fated career and party girl image are all products of media's fascination with the wrong things. Forget the fact she is the party girl host of Taradise. Forget that she spends more time dancing on tables than trying to revive her D.O.A. movie career. Forget that she seemingly didn't realize she exposed her breast to the world, goofily standing there smiling while thinking, "damn my nipple is chilly for some reason." It's our fault for painting her as the girl in the dunce cap and as a member of the media let me extend our humblest apologies. Now that we respect you as a serious actress, here is a shot and a table. Do us proud girl.

Read Jon Bonne's heartfelt apology on MSNBC.

Before writing for PM Media and spinning tunes on Innovative Radio, my only outlet for getting my musical ideas out to the masses was Amazon's Listmania compilations. They were cheesy little sales tools for Amazon to hijack my musical expertise to sell albums, but sometimes you make concessions to get access to a wide audience. Well I'm taking back my lists Amazon. I hear them quivering in their corporate boots as I speak. My most popular list has always been the Depression Collection. This collection is the gathering of collective misery from artists I've stumbled across over the years that really squeezed the pain out of life's toughest moments. These tracks hand you the towel when rivers stream down your face and hold your hand to tell you that you aren't going through this gut wrenching pain alone. Girlfriend take the ginzu knife to your heart? Dog tangle with rush hour traffic? I have the cure to shake you out of that artificial Prozac happiness.

If you are anything like me, some days you just want to take that glowing box in your living room and chunk it out the window (note: if the television is over 50 pounds, have a friend help you with the chunking process). How is it bloody possible to have a gazillion channels, and nothing is even remotely watchable? I mean when I was ten, I used to come home and glue my eyeballs to the tube for hours at a time watching the Smurfs, Transformers, G.I. Joe and sometimes losing the battle with my sister over Care Bears. The thing was like an I.V. filled with cultural filler that I would lap up every juicy morsel. Today, I'm lucky if I can scrape together 30 minutes of remotely interesting programming between the reality trash and the disposable network clutter. Usually, I don't even take up the fight with the remote, instead popping in a DVD to call it a night. With great shows like Six Feet Under and Queer as Folk locking themselves in the vaults of TV history the choices have grown even more painfully slim. So why should you pay you're cable bill this month instead of blowing it at the strip club? Wait a minute. Are those my choices?

Every year the Academy of Motion Pictures gathers around the campfire to roast, I mean, award the greatest performances of the year, yet they always fail to recognize what's really filling those seats -- striking men and luscious ladies. How many dog films have you painfully stomached so you can fill your fantasy piggybank for the next month? It's high time that just dues were paid to those who rightfully make the movie going experience a little easier on the eyes. Now to be honest this article started out as a more broad ranging look at the top ten hottest women in entertainment, but the film chicks kept crowding everybody out so, in the interest of fairness, I thought it best to focus this write-up on them, and leave the music and television babes for another day. All right to the all important criteria. Obviously, sex appeal represents the biggest chunk of the pie chart; how she looks, carries herself, her ingrained personality that shows up regardless of the role she's fitted for. Yet we can't overlook the other intangibles: acting ability, career prospects, and ability to not flip her career over the median and into oncoming traffic. Calling the Lohan table. So without further ado, let's get to the most enticing, knuckle biting, hell raising vixens of the moment.

Everyone is a critic whether they care to admit it or not. We all have our own peculiar batch of ideas and opinions on everything from the best dishwashing detergent to who is trashier -- Britney or Christina? One of the more interesting parts of running this site is stumbling across artist message boards that pickup our articles. There really is no middle ground in the discussion. If I loved the album and showered it with praise, they are ready to invite me over to dinner and set me up with their hot sister. If it was mediocre or offered up some well-placed criticism, it's execution day where the townspeople gather round the gallows to hiss insults and hurl rotten fruit. You learn to develop a thick skin quick or your objectivity can take a major beating when you start blowing sunshine up an artist's bum so you don't have to suffer the potential fallout. What's life without a little adventure?

John Cusack has been one of the most recognizable actors of our time for his winning role as Lloyd Dobler in the Cameron Crowe classic Say Anything. He's gone on to make a few classics (High Fidelity, Max), but mostly its been filler (Identity, America'a Sweethearts). Is he just a bad actor, does he chose poor roles or is it the Lloyd Dobler effect? Tara and Sarah of Television Without Pity weigh in on the star of the new romantic comedy Must Love Dogs.

Read the raging debate on MSNBC.

We all have those friends in our life that fall on hard times. Sometimes its addiction, sometimes its a bad girlfriend, sometimes its just a bad haircut. Regardless of the cause, it's our duty as friends to intervene. Are celebrity friends any different? I think not. These seven individuals are ripe for an intervention because of poor career choices, their significant other is a noose around their neck or they're just plain daft. Anyway let the healing begin.

Read the full article at MSNBC.

According to Spin, that hallowed designation belongs to none other than Radiohead's OK Computer. It edged out Nirvana and Public Enemy for the top spot. The latest issue of Spin features the top 100 albums released in the past 20 years. It is an eclectic mix including 25 hip-hop records. I still say Radiohead's Kid A is the better album and it is sacrilege not to have Jeff Buckley's Grace in the top 10.

Spin's Top 10
1. OK Computer, Radiohead
2. It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back, Public Enemy
3. Nevermind, Nirvana
4. Slanted and Enchanted, Pavement
5. The Queen Is Dead, Smiths
6. Surfer Rosa, Pixies
7. 3 Feet High and Rising, De La Soul
8. Sign 'O' the Times, Prince
9. Rid of Me, PJ Harvey
10. Straight Outta Compton, N.W.A

Source: CNN

The brilliant execs at RCA have decided to copy protect the latest album from the Foo Fighters entitled In Your Honor. They've locked this sucker down so you can't play it on your iPod. The collective wisdom is staggering that you would alienate a huge chunk of your core audience by putting these senseless restrictive measures in place. Why don't you just put a sticker on the cover saying, "please don't purchase this CD. we'd much rather you download it illegally." There is a lively discussion going on over at Blogcritics on this topic as well as a work around to get around this silly copy protection.

Source: Blogcritics

Queer as Folk is firing up its fifth and final season which debuted last night (check out Yahoo TV to see when you can catch it again). Even though it has slipped away from its edgy content in recent years, it is still the most honest look at homosexual life on television. Don't even get me started on the watered down Will & Grace. In an age fueled by controversy over gay marriage and general misinformation about the gay and lesbian community, shows like Queer as Folk are the shining light showing us a life not so far removed from our own.

Read the commentary piece at Washington Post.

As every film buff is well aware, the American Film Institute (AFI) released their top 100 films list several years ago to highlight the greatest, most influential films ever made. They've since followed the successful formula with greatest comedies, villains, etc, etc. Time magazine is now weighing into the fight with the films it deems worthy of that distinction. There is a good bit of overlap between the two as is expected, but they certainly take their own path. There are a several noteworthy mentions that the AFI overlooked (Blade Runner), a couple films that have no place here (Brazil, Barry Lyndon) as well as a few that are too premature to call (City of God, Talk to Her). Check out the full list for yourself at Time.