…Michele Lee spent 14 years on “Knots Landing,” but now she’ll spend four weeks with sisters Nora and Delia Ephron. Lee opened last night in Ephron’s off Broadway hit, “Love, Loss, and What I Wore” with the play’s newest cast including Debra Monk, Tracey Ellis Ross, Casey Wilson, and Tony winner Katie Finneran. Michele plays the lead role of Gingie, the main character and sort of narrator in the Ephrons’ hilarious femlit recitation of shopping and living. This little staged reading at the WestSide Theater has become a mini hit, with famous actresses traipsing through it every month. This new group is pitch perfect, of course. Lee has just the right authority as Gingie, and keeps the four other ladies on track. Now, someone find Michele Lee ‘ former Tony nominee ‘ a musical already. But in the meantime, we can enjoy her here. P.S. Ross, a vet of sitcoms and the eldest daughter of Diana Ross, is a surprise hit here too.
…This is right out of believe it or not: Caroline Aaron, the great character actress who was featured in four Woody Allen classics, is toiling on a soap right now. (So is James Franco. Is this a trend, just as soaps are being cancelled?) Aaron was featured in Woody’s “Husbands and Wives,” “Alice,” “Crimes and Misdemeanors,” and “Deconstructing Henry.” She’s also one of the hardest working SAG members in town, appearing sort of everywhere all the time. Nevertheless, I just about did a spit take when I noticed she’s now playing a “Dog the Bounty Hunter” character on CBS’s “The Young and the Restless.” It’s totally out of character for her, but shows Aaron’s range. She’s great, and everyone in her scenes looks amused. Talk about inspired casting!…

But here’s what everyone’s missing: Lorne Michaels is the guy behind Conan. Lorne, the executive producer of “Saturday Night Live,” has been a fixture at NBC longer than almost anyone ‘ since 1975. He handpicked Conan to replace David Letterman years ago, and was executive producer of “Late Night With Conan O’Brien.”
One thing we know: Amy Adams is not having her baby on Leap Day because 2010 is not a leap year.
Warren Beatty, a person whom I’ve known and admired for years, is in a jam. It’s not hard to figure out what happened. He’s famous for hemming and hawing. Twenty years ago when he was finishing “Dick Tracy,” I tried like crazy to get him for a cover story for the new defunct Fame magazine. He wouldn’t say yes, he wouldn’t say no. He once actually called me at my grandmother’s house to discuss why he hadn’t given an answer. It just went on forever until he’d worn us both out.
Each year, amid the hoopla and millions spent, one movie completely falls between the cracks. Originally I thought that was Oren Moverman’s “