Over the weekend, in a rambling, typo-infused rant on her MySpace page, Courtney Love made an awfully odd accusation — that Ryan Adams bankrolled his 2003 album Rock N Roll with "858,00$" (she means $858,000, we think) of her daughter Frances Bean’s money. Allegedly, Love’s finances were in such a state at the time that Adams was able to inconspicuously charge “meals and drugs and Hotels and outboard gear and wasted fabullous guitars” to one of her 29 American Express cards, plundering her daughter’s trust fund. A trust fund, Love cringingly reminds us, that exists thanks to the music of “A MARTYRED HERO” (her caps). There’s much more, and we urge you to read the whole thing yourself.

But one thing in particular stuck in our craw, the fact that in the middle of this embarrassing-for-all-parties imbroglio hangs the reputation of an innocent bystander (no, not Frances Bean; she’s long since been publicly insulated from her mother’s nuttiness): Adams's brutally maligned Rock N Roll, an album Love calls “shite,” “self admitedly shit,” with “shit wirtten songs”? Far be it from us to cast aspersions on the soundness of her judgment, but is it really “one of the worst albums… in rock-n-roll history”?

Hollywood's "mystified" response to Sex and the City's $55 million opening weekend — who knew women liked to see movies with their friends? — proves once again that despite being more than half the population, women are still a niche market in the movie business. After helpfully identifying which moviegoers contributed to SATC's success ("women"), bewildered Hollywood number-counter Paul Dergarabedian added, "This was to women what Indiana Jones and Star Wars, let's say, are to men." The only people who aren't surprised at SATC's summer-blockbuster numbers are women — who've known all along that Carrie, Miranda, Samantha, and Charlotte are, in fact, superheroes. No, not the kinds of female superheroes invented by men for men, vinyl-clad fantasies like Electra or Catwoman. The women of SATC don't fly or have awesome weapons or even drive very often — but they do save each other from bad guys.

Scarlett Johansson's album of Tom Waits covers goes on sale tomorrow, but a critical consensus, stretching from comments on Gawker to the pages of the New York Times, has already emerged. And it says: She sucks. Everyone seems to agree that Johansson's not too hot of a singer. But many find something to like in the music itself, which was produced by Dave Sitek (the white guy from TV on the Radio). In fact, Jon Pareles calls Sitek a "hero." We're not here to take reviewers to task, because that would be extremely dull. But this is a revealing word choice. We quite like Sitek's bottom-up reinterpretations of Waits's songs. They're great even when you're not stoned. But even if it mattered that Johansson is not, technically speaking, a dazzling singer — has that ever mattered for Madonna? Or any emo band in history? — we'd still find the idea of Sitek rescuing Johansson from her own worst impulses lame. He might look like Peter Parker, but the guy's no hero.

According to reports this morning, Jimmy Fallon will get his long-discussed NBC talk show, replacing Conan O'Brien at Late Night this fall when O'Brien leaves to host The Tonight Show. Our first reaction to the original rumors was one of mild surprise (an unfunny person hosting a talk show? What's next — a giraffe riding a bicycle?!), but while we're no fans of his movies, music, or hosting appearances at various MTV awards shows, we're not married to the idea of hating his talk show, necessarily.

We’ve finally heard her forthcoming album of Tom Waits covers for ourselves, and it’s official: Scarlett Johansson just gave us a Woody Allen. (And by the way, can’t you just hear the little man saying schwing?) The disc, Anywhere I Lay My Head, is good. So good, in fact, that we have been involuntarily drawn into Woody Allen’s mind, where, on a well-worn throne lacy with cobwebs, Johansson sits, beneficent, opaque but with a stirring hint of depth, totally capable of carrying a string of movies and fulfilling our very purpose as a chronicler of the absurd beauty that this tragic existence sometimes affords.

Sure, John From Cincinnati sucked. Sure, after we went crazy for the pilot of In Treatment, we never watched another episode, like everyone else except for those crazy fans the Times dug up. Sure, the only good shows left on HBO are Big Love and Flight of the Conchords, and we can't even agree about Flight of the Conchords. Sure, the network just dumped Carolyn Strauss, the programming exec most responsible for HBO's biggest hits. But is it possible that HBO, rather than being on its last legs, might actually be at the beginning of a revival? We think so!

Fans are up in arms this morning about the overrepresentation of professional singers on the new season of American Idol. Rickey.org notes that Kristy Lee Cook (left), the winsome kickboxer (and cage fighter!), who purportedly sold her favorite horse to pay her way to the Philadelphia auditions, was at one time under contract to Arista Nashville and Britney Spears production company (evidently some would still consider this an advantage). Additionally, Brooke White — the 24-year-old nanny who claimed she'd never seen an R-rated movie (and was impressively able to make a Corinne Bailey Rae song sound even more boring) — has 13,000 MySpace friends and pictures of herself sharing a stage with Kiefer Sutherland. Rickey says he's "too lazy to do the research" but speculates that she, like Cook, has probably released an album too. We're also too lazy to do the research, but from the looks of White's MySpace page, he's probably right.

The biggest ringer of all, though, says Idolator, is Carly Hennessy, the Irish singer (she'll be on upcoming episodes) who was given a $2.2 million marketing and production budget from MCA Records in 2005, but failed to sell any records, mostly owing to music-industry foul-ups. American Idol producer Nigel Lythgow has even tipped Hennessy to win this year's season.

With a Metascore languishing in the mid-teens, and no reviews (apart from ours) giving it a passing grade, Cavemen faces an uphill battle with critics, to say the least. But today, another brave person not employed by Vulture has admitted to liking the show, sort of! Ain't It Cool News' Hercules raves: "Tonight's episode of Cavemen, titled 'The Cavewoman,' made me laugh aloud a number of times!" Could this be what it takes to turn the tide? A tipping point?

In tonight's episode, according to a plot synopsis from ABC, the cavemen "fall under the spell of the deliciousness of Fruitberry, a frozen yogurt shop. Though Nick is wary of falling for a fad, he can't help but fall for the hot cavewoman who works at the shop." They're doing a Pinkberry episode! And if it's anywhere near as funny as the Nintendo Wii episode, we predict that a third critic will profess a tolerance of the show by the end of this week.

Hercules Says CAVEMEN No Longer Worst Thing Ever!! [AICN]

We've been brutally honest in reporting on Zac Efron's adorable badassery lo these many days, but it was out of love — and a concern for kids certain to be overwhelmed were they to lay eyes upon the rugged yet hairless terrain that is his upper body. But once again the bloodsucking media (we're glancing haughtily in your direction, bloggers) have seen fit to tear down a star as he rapidly ascends to the heavenly throne of popular culture that is his right. The hate, we can shut out. But our young (so young) protagonist? The negative attention is tearing Zac Efron apart.