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Yes, apparently Jenny McCarthy is still around (remember when she was, like, the hottest thing going on MTV's Singled Out?) And, apparently, dating Jim Carrey doesn't help much when it comes to landing the big big-screen roles -- I mean, I assume one still has to posses a tiny bit of talent. (Here's where all you rabid Jenny McCarthy supporters get to climb out from under that rock and call me names for insulting your beloved.) In case you at home are still interested in following McCarthy's fascinating on-screen career, the girl has just signed on to star opposite Larry the Cable Guy (moving up in the world, huh?) in Witless Protection, a new comedy we told you about the other day.

In the pic, which is being directed by Charles Carner from his own script, McCarthy will play girlfriend to Larry's character; a small-town sheriff who witnesses what he believes is a woman being abducted, but later finds out that her abductors are really FBI agents assigned to protect her and deliver her to some big Enron-type trial to testify. Only, these FBI guys aren't exactly playing by the rules. Yup, they're corrupt. And they're up to no good. Which means Larry the Cable Guy will have to put down the Budweiser, figure out what the hell is going on and -- you guessed it -- Git-R-Done (which, in Larry language, means "save the day"). Also starring in the film are Ivana Milicevic, Yaphet Kotto, Peter Stormare, Joe Mantegna and Eric Roberts. Production is set to begin next month in Chicago. Oh, and in case you're just itching for some more McCarthy, she can next be seen in the film Wieners (about three guys who drive cross country in a wiener-mobile), which I imagine will hit DVD shelves sometime this year.

I recently got the chance to sit down for a brief one-on-one with Jim Carrey during a press junket (translate: press torture simulator) for The Number 23. If you've never seen a junket before, they're pretty brutal. They invite dozens of members of the press to show up, give them interview slots with the talent, and then stick to their schedule tighter than KFC sticks to their secret spices recipe. Seriously, if they put the people in charge of scheduling these things in some sort of high-ranking position at the airlines, there would never be a late flight again. It's scary how efficiently they are run.

Now, keep in mind that this wasn't going to be the Ace Ventura Jim Carrey, or the Bruce Almighty one, but the darker and more brooding Jim Carrey -- closer to the Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind Carrey than any other. I wanted to ask him why his dramatic roles don't perform as well as his comedic ones, but I was worried that he might respond to the question by leaping across the room and tearing my throat out. Of course, this nervousness resulted in me kicking his foot, and finding out that if he was Tommy Lee Jones, I might have been worse for wear.

At any rate, I was ushered into the mysterious hotel room that was decorated in dark motifs for the film, and sat down with what turned out to be a genuinely nervous Jim Carrey. (Because of course, I'm so famous and all, it must have been slightly intimidating for him.) I found him to be real and honest, and he didn't give "canned" Hollywood answers, which I actually half-expected. Maybe the foot-kicking loosened him up. By the way, the Jenny McCarthy questions were "off limits," so I didn't bother asking those. Check out the video, and Jim's long hair, after the jump.

John Tucker is the kind of boy whose powers of attraction are a mystery to everyone outside his immediate presence. Not smart, blithely fake, and not particularly interesting, he coasts by with a combination of bland good looks and the mysterious draw of Popularity, a phenomenon that feeds on itself -- he's popular, and therefore people like him. Especially girls. As played by Jesse Metcalfe in Betty Thomas' new film, John Tucker Must Die, the movie's title character is nothing more than a pretty picture, almost totally lacking in personality. Much like Metcalfe himself on-screen, Tucker replaces emotions with bright smiles, and soothes all worries with a confident word.

To give the womanizing Tucker his comeuppance, Thomas and screenwriter Jeff Lowell provide a trio of exes who, during an unexpected PE volleyball game (their regular teacher had a heart attack induced by John Tucker's charms), discover that they're all dating him at the same time. Though originally mollified by his ernest insistence that each of them is, in fact, his only secret girlfriend, the three are jarred out of their Tucker-nosis by Kate (Brittany Snow), a newcomer whose mother (Jenny McCarthy) has dated a fleet of her own John Tuckers. Taking Kate on as a sort of teacher-cum-apprentice, the girls resolve to teach the lying, cheating Tucker a lesson. If they can't make him undatable (they can't), they'll break his heart instead.

The "winners" have been announced for the 26th annual Razzie awards and, for once, I'm happy to say I haven't seen any of the horrible films mentioned. For those not aware, the Razzies (or Golden Raspberry's) are handed out the day before the Oscars each year and honor the worst of what Hollywood shoveled down our throats. With so many bad films to choose from, it always surprises me how, come Razzie time, it's usually pretty clear who deserves what.

This year, Jenny McCarthy's Dirty Love took home the Razzie for Worst Picture, while also scooping up the awards for Worst Actress (McCarthy), Worst Screenplay (McCarthy) and Worst Director (John Asher). After Asher won his award, Uwe Boll took a deep sigh of relief, if only because it grants him one more year full of directing high-priced crap. If there ever was an award for the D-list Celebrity That Should Have Disappeared Ten Years Ago, then I assume McCarthy would have picked that one up as well. Oh well, maybe next year.

In the Worst Actor category, Rob Schneider grabbed the Razzie for his performance in Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo. This one seems about right since I'd rather get a root canal than watch Schneider in anything. Hayden Christensen won Worst Supporting Actor for his crappy Darth Vader impression and Paris Hilton took Worst Supporting Actress for House of Wax. The way I see it, if Paris keeps making movies, she'll keep winning this award. Finally, in the brand new category, Most Tiresome Tabloid Targets, our friends Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes beat out Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie for the couple we wish would just vanish off the face of the earth right about now. Hurray for that! For a complete list of the "winners", click on the read link below.

Getting the jump on the Oscars by about 24 hours, the Razzie nominations were announced this morning at a lavish ceremony featuring multiple Hollywood stars and live media coverage via a press release and a website update. Leading the pack of those with multiple nods for their less-than-stellar work this year was Tom Cruise, who is in the running for both worst actor (for hanging out with Dakota Fanning in War of the Worlds) and - twice - in a new, highly competitive category, Most Tiresome Tabloid Targets. Also recognized three times are Jenny McCarthy (turns out Roger Ebert wasn't the only one who really, really hated Dirty Love) and Jessica Simpson, who's not only a tabloid annoyance but also  - just maybe, the year's worst supporting actress.

The best thing about the Razzies (which, naturally, will be handed out the day before the Oscars) is that we, the huddle masses, get to decide who wins! All it takes is $15 to become a voting-only member of the The Golden Raspberry Award Foundation - and, really, isn't that a small price to pay to hate on Tom Cruise in an official capacity? Love Tom? Well, what about Jenny McCarthy? See? It's pretty damn tempting.