Old Hollywood hottie could meet New Hollywood hottie in an upcoming film. What will happen? Will they generate so much heat that the Earth's atmosphere catches on fire? Rounding out a week of late-night news, it's a hottie-filled Trade Roundup!

You've laughed at Conan's withering monologue takedowns of NBC and Jay Leno. But Fox is really serious about wanting Conan on their network. It's too bad an almost hilarious contract oversight might rob Conan of his $45 million breach-of-contract award.

Don't mistake a tryptophan coma for Phyllis Nefler's mellow; Thanksgiving weekend involves sitting in Mama Nefler's basement and packing a round of the NYT Weddings & Celebrations. This week: Trekkies, West Wing fans, and Scopes Monkey celebrities.

ABC's new sci-fi series V kicks off tonight. It concerns a charismatic leader who comes out of nowhere promising a bright future and a better life for all Americans. Is that leader Barack Obama or is it a space lizard?

Firings, sell-offs, suicide stories and Joe Pesci's leftovers; It's a bummer of a day for everyone in Hollywood who is not locked into the role of James T. Kirk.

The pictures of Barack Obama brandishing a lightsaber are making the rounds, but they shouldn't be a surprise to anyone who knows that Mr. President is the nerdiest man living outside of his mother's basement.

Remember when sci-fi movies were about blowing up aliens and attacking Godzilla? Those days are gone, my friend. Thanks to Battlestar Galactica and District 9, the genre now exists to please the intelligentsia. The latest victim, the Star Trek sequel.

As it lurches toward us, metal gears clanking and whirring like Larry King at a mixer, early reviews of Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen come trickling in. The word? Basically it's loud and garish and, worst of all, not fun.

A story went around a while back that Paramount flubbed the catering at its Star Trek premiere , sending out for Whole Foods hummus instead. Not true, the studio says. Who can afford Whole Foods anymore?

Religion on Earth just slightly trumped religion in space this weekend, though that should not, we repeat not, encourage any Scientologists that they're gaining traction.

The kreepie kitties of Jim Behrle's imagination went to see Star Trek this week, and the version they saw was dirty.

[The Space Shuttle Atlantis launches from Cape Canaveral today, shown in an infrared digital photo; image via Getty]

To Infinity, and Beyond! I mean... um... Frak! Wait. No. I am... your father... Greedo... Bespin... Um... Oh, right! Star Trek prospered this weekend and will likely live long in theaters.

So the weekend box office numbers are in and they've confirmed something I'd already suspected: I'm the only upright-walking mammal with at least twelve dollars of disposable income who hasn't seen Star Trek.

Too bad the Correspondent's Dinner will probably dominate any comedy talking points today, because last night's cameo-littered Saturday Night Live was the funniest it's been in a long, long time.

Nikki Finke heard a rumor that the catering company who was covering the big Star Trek premiere party last night totally shit the bed and ended up serving upscale grocery store food. To celebrities!