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Something pretty unfunny happened at the MTV Movie Awards last night: all of it. In particular there was one incident that, whether planned or not, was so painfully awkward as to make even Will Ferrell seem to regret his involvement—to say nothing of a wholly disinterested Peter Dinklage in the background.

Brooklyn's Barclays Center is THE place to see a concert these days, even though I haven't managed to get tickets to anything despite being a ten minute block away. I know lots of people who complained about the bohemoth arena ruining the neighborhood, although I've managed to shrug off all of those complaints because it really hasn't affected my life very much. (Well, there was once some white party, I think, because one night I saw hundreds of people wearing white wandering aimlessly around the Atlantic Center's shopping compound trying to find the Long Island Rail Road. Since I'm a New Yorker, I ignored them and let them find their own damn way home.) But that might be changing now that the MTV Video Music Awards will take place at the Barclays Center on August 25.

In our upcoming interview with The Place Beyond the Pines director Derek Cianfrance, we spoke about the presence as such an actor as Ryan Gosling. And as the film is indeed a triptych epic drama, filled with "baton passes" between characters, Cianfrance said that Gosling has the ability and the power to exist beyond simply he scenes in he is in—and it's true. Gosling embodies his character perfectly and when recently speaking to the Huffington Post recently said:

Yeah, right: “need.” But even if we made a point of not attending the sprawling, apparently month-long music/film/TED Talk festival, we’re still a little curious about what went down. No? Okay then: here’s a travelogue written by a small, adorable dog.

Seattle-born, L.A.-based singer-songwriter Robert DeLong has a flare for the alternative. In a good way. The 26 (soon to be 27)-year-old EDM mastermind, dubbed a Young Artist to Watch by MTV, has the music scene in his hands—quite literally. Indeed, among the myriad instruments he manages to maneuver during performances are Wiimotes and Joysticks, rigged like MIDIs and adding edge to his already memorable brand of booty movin’ tunes.

Jennifer Lawrence won a SAG award last night for her role in Silver Linings Playbook (I'm basically sitting on my hands to keep from typing disparaging comments about that), and in her speech she mentioned getting her SAG card (these actor types tend to do that) after appearing in a promo for MTV's My Super Sweet 16. "I remember getting it in the mail and it being the best day in my entire life," she said, "because it officially made me a professional actor." Well, congrats, lady, but if you beat Jessica Chastain at the Oscars, heads will roll. (This is important business worthy of my emotions.) Luckily, the promo is online, so we can all see this great artist from her very beginning. 

Esquire’s cover story about Megan Fox begins as follows: “The symmetry of her face, up close, is genuinely shocking. The lip on the left curves exactly the same way as the lip on the right. The eyes match exactly. The brow is in perfect balance, like a problem of logic, like a visual labyrinth. It's not really even that beautiful. It's closer to the sublime, a force of nature, the patterns of waves crisscrossing a lake, snow avalanching down the side of a mountain, an elaborately camouflaged butterfly. What she is is flawless. There is absolutely nothing wrong with her.” It’s like an advertorial for plastic surgery! [Esquire]

West Virginia Senator Joe Manchin has an earnest plea for MTV: reconsider how you are portraying the four-wheeling, gun-shooting state in upcoming reality show Buckwild, which looks to be the Jersey Shore of former coal-mining towns.  

Snooki's bun is out of the oven and that is joyous news: the Jersey Shore train wreck can start drinking again. I mean, unless she's breastfeeding.

Despite the promise of a marked increase in booze sales at local watering holes, two New Jersey towns have refused to allow Jersey Shore's spinoff Snooki and JWoww to sully their good names.